<?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-7665526711981465767</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:01:23.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jaques</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2740877141227644178</id><published>2011-12-04T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:07:34.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas</title><content type='html'>Alright it's four days into Christmas and surprisingly I'm still enjoying the season. We put up our tree yesterday. We even put a star on it. Not really sure what I want to write, just hopped on here and was browsing around. I was recently introduced to pintrest.com. Seriously hooked on phonics with that site. I never thought I would get into that stuff, but I'm really enjoying it. Possibly contemplating getting on facebook just for that site. But I can just use Kelly's and he will have all this girly stuff pinned.  &lt;br /&gt;Here is my favorite find so far:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puNRAdkFIS0/Ttw1Re1lX5I/AAAAAAAABSo/_zDYZ0SzNy4/s1600/Drama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puNRAdkFIS0/Ttw1Re1lX5I/AAAAAAAABSo/_zDYZ0SzNy4/s320/Drama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682475404286582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2740877141227644178?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2740877141227644178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2740877141227644178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2740877141227644178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2740877141227644178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2011/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-puNRAdkFIS0/Ttw1Re1lX5I/AAAAAAAABSo/_zDYZ0SzNy4/s72-c/Drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-140693063687908699</id><published>2011-11-20T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:52:59.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, Gracias, Danke, Merci</title><content type='html'>Just a few words I throw around this time of the year. Yes it's Thanksgiving. You know what that means? I got excited for Christmas last week and by Dec. 10 I will be sick of it. But also it's Turkey day. If I may take a moment to show gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;  First off to friends who help me see the good in life. We are all going through different trials and hardships, but I'm constantly awed by those who are able to take those challenges and just go with it. They don't "mourn" for what they don't have, but relish and delight in what they do have. &lt;br /&gt;   Second to family who never fails to love and support. When I lost my job a while ago, when my family found out they said "we will do whatever it takes so you won't lose your house." Thankfully it didn't come to that, but what a better example of what a family is supposed to be. There for each other. &lt;br /&gt;    Third for employment. We may hate it and curse it every morning when the alarm goes off, but the lessons are invaluable. Hard, honest work is nothing to be ashamed of. &lt;br /&gt;   Fourth for the gospel. I know I should have put this first, but order doesn't really matter when they are all weighted the same right? I am amazed at how much the gospel helps me in my life. To not only have the moral beliefs, but the religious ones as well. For example when half the people in my office smoke and are constantly out sick. I am grateful for the knowledge that keeps me away from that. &lt;br /&gt;   Fifth for my little family. Kelly, me and Harley. For as much as we desperately wish it would grow, we are happy with right now. Today just laying around enjoying being together, nothing makes me happier. I get to see my best friend every day, (Kelly, not Harley ;) When I come home Kelly and Harley are so excited to see me and I them. It's like being apart for eight hours was the worst. So cheesy I know, but hey it's my life. &lt;br /&gt;   If there's anything to cure the blues, it's counting your blessings. I remember a lesson I learned a long time ago, when you are at your worst, kneel down and pray for all the things you are grateful for. That will turn it around. So thank you to those out there who help make my life just a little bit better everyday. Even if we don't talk much, I still think about you and am grateful I know you. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1mEkLWZhPQ/Tsl2Na4cqJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/CmonPAlRr7A/s1600/Funny-Thanksgiving-image-quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1mEkLWZhPQ/Tsl2Na4cqJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/CmonPAlRr7A/s320/Funny-Thanksgiving-image-quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677198778203678866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-140693063687908699?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/140693063687908699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=140693063687908699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/140693063687908699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/140693063687908699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanks-gracias-danke-merci.html' title='Thanks, Gracias, Danke, Merci'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M1mEkLWZhPQ/Tsl2Na4cqJI/AAAAAAAABQ8/CmonPAlRr7A/s72-c/Funny-Thanksgiving-image-quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2439916802269849997</id><published>2011-08-22T19:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T19:48:24.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Quit this Blog</title><content type='html'>Seriously, I feel guilty I haven't posted anything this year since January. Oh wait there is nothing to post really. My life is an abyss of Interide. All I do is work, come home, wake up and do it over again. "Now, Camille that's not all you do." Sometimes that's what it feels like. There have been nights I didn't get off work till 7 or later. Shoot me now! But I am grateful for the work experience and the income. &lt;br /&gt;Kelly has been working just as much with Ecolab and The Carpet Solution. He is getting busier each month with carpet appointments. So if you need carpets in your house cleaned, call Kelly. &lt;br /&gt;So far this year we both turned 28. Yeah! We just had our 6 year anniversary. We have lived in our house for about 3 years now and have had our Harley girl 5 years. A couple of milestones this year. We haven't taken a vacation yet this year. I feel really boring right about now. I seriously feel bad for you if you are still reading this post. &lt;br /&gt;I was reminiscing awhile ago about the good old days as Kelly and I took a couple of trips to Bear Lake this year and passed through Logan. I guess I just miss days of being carefree, cheap rent and pretending you were doing something important like getting a BA in Journalism. None of this grown up stuff like re-financing your mortgage, seeing all your friends have kids and having just plain grown up jobs (sort of). When the only disappointment was not getting into the classes you wanted. None of this serious heartache. Alright enough Eyore talk. &lt;br /&gt;As I feel myself slipping slowly into depression I am thinking of ways to get myself out of it. Hence my 5 am running sessions. I know crazy, but I love it. I used to go every morning before school in high school and I forgot how much I missed it. There is something about seeing the neighborhood slowly wake up. (I don't take headphones cause I'm afraid a crazy serial killer is following me and I won't hear him.) So much clarity. From this I decided to start writing stories. I don't know what will come of them, or even if I will share any, but that's my therapy so to speak. The cure for depression is lots of hobbies. So I'm up for any suggestions (besides crafting. I have given up on that). &lt;br /&gt;I still remain dead set against facebook. I don't need to know what burger joint you are eating at. So maybe I will try to revive the blog. Onwards!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I did do a race in May, I think. The Bear Lake Marathon, Half, 10k and 5k. The sisters in black did the 5k. It was Beth's first race so we took it easy. Cyndi had to show us up and do the half. It was fun to spend the weekend with my best friends and have fun. Yes we did coordinate the black, because it's slimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6PgvE9eHJs/TlMThwCkxwI/AAAAAAAABCU/j7RShsxVZeg/s1600/IMG_4921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6PgvE9eHJs/TlMThwCkxwI/AAAAAAAABCU/j7RShsxVZeg/s320/IMG_4921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643876228577675010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh5K4wYelz0/TlMThl7WQ7I/AAAAAAAABCM/CX5O3L_-IRg/s1600/IMG_4969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gh5K4wYelz0/TlMThl7WQ7I/AAAAAAAABCM/CX5O3L_-IRg/s320/IMG_4969.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643876225863009202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BO6B_eiywTo/TlMThJrFb8I/AAAAAAAABCE/a-FXdgoSxI8/s1600/IMG_4932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BO6B_eiywTo/TlMThJrFb8I/AAAAAAAABCE/a-FXdgoSxI8/s320/IMG_4932.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643876218278604738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2439916802269849997?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2439916802269849997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2439916802269849997&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2439916802269849997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2439916802269849997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-cant-i-quit-this-blog.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Quit this Blog'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A6PgvE9eHJs/TlMThwCkxwI/AAAAAAAABCU/j7RShsxVZeg/s72-c/IMG_4921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3644843826739100621</id><published>2011-01-13T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:28:36.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>Welcome New Year!! 13 days later I post ha ha. So classicaly me. Kelly is out bowling tonight so here I am bored for a second. So i write. Today I want you to think about this new year, this new beginning so to speak. Think of last year and all the lame, horrible, miserable events that happened. Then be grateful this year is good so far. You have a job, hopefully, good health and a family to love. I can confidently say we are at a good place in life right now. With that being said, bring on the trials. We all know as soon as we get to a comfortable, good place in life, something happens to, well test us. Only just don't test me with pride. If we become unbelievably rich I will snub you all and move to my big house on the hill. I will appear on House Hunters International looking for a vacation home somewhere in Italy, or the Virgin Islands. You will watch and say "Camille, you shouldn't have worn those shorts."&lt;br /&gt;I kid though. I would give all my friends a couple bucks just so they could buy stuff. Other than that, we are bored. Winter is still on the ground, we are infected with this stupid cough that will just not go away. It started in the sinuses, moved to the throat and is now stuck in our lungs. I blame children and the old lady at my work who pees with the door open. I don't trust her. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas was good. My sister was staying with us, so we got to watch the great excitement that is Christmas morning for children. Our neighbor got a drum set, so all morning we heard the wonderful beat of her bass drum. New Years was low key, bowling with the family and almost sleeping through midnight. I am so old already. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any resolutions because I want you to make them for me. Really if you could wish something for your old pal here, what would it be? Seriously, if I could make a resolution for you it would be to call me once in awhile, or text me cause you probably don't want to hear me coughing. Just kidding I'm pretty selfish. My resolution for you is to smile more. What do you think of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TS-0WnkwZiI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZLmJZN4TQXg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TS-0WnkwZiI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZLmJZN4TQXg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561862365499123234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-3644843826739100621?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3644843826739100621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3644843826739100621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3644843826739100621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3644843826739100621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TS-0WnkwZiI/AAAAAAAAA6I/ZLmJZN4TQXg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3665866992576328798</id><published>2010-11-07T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T19:49:09.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween or something like it</title><content type='html'>Ok I know I don't really update this thing to often. But when you get to be a woman of my age, there really isn't a whole lot going on. Literally have to be to work by 7:30, find myself home by 5 or 5:30 depending on traffic, greet Harley, give Kelly a hug, go work out (or nap whatever I feel like, more than likely a nap), maybe cook dinner and start all over the next day. Do you ever feel your life has hit one of those ruts? Blah. So if you have any motivational thoughts for me go ahead and post me a little comment. Seriously feeling like I hit a wall in life. Blah again.&lt;br /&gt;Well the willard friends told us they were going to do a haunted house for charity this year. I was doubtful they would pull it off in two weeks (it's ok to say this because I already told them), but I was really surprised when I pulled up the Friday afternoon before Halloween to find a haunted house in almost full swing. There were some last minute things going up, but by 7 there were people waiting to go in. Opening night was fun. I got to take tickets and be a "guide". Legally there had to be someone who went through with every group in case of emergencies and what not. I was impressed, people were scared, screaming and someone ran out half way through. Go us!! Saturday night some volunteers couldn't make it so I helped out. I got to be in the darkest room of all, all by myself, in a really old supposedly haunted building. You know those old indian schools in Brigham? Ya that's where we were. But I did not see anything, or get that creepy feeling. But many prayers in my head were said. Anyway the second night turned out to be a success and this haunted house will probably happen again next year. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that I don't know we what we have been up to. I have been taking pictures here and there. Since I am working full time I haven't been marketing my photography really. But I still do pictures for friends and family. It's still something I love, but in these tough times mamma's gotta help bring in the dough. &lt;br /&gt;I still refuse to get a facebook account, but I admit I look at Kelly's here and there. I think I would waste a lot of time on there. So if you want to get in touch with me this might have to be it for awhile or look up Kelly. &lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures for you. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxBRftEAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dtORSSAch-A/s1600/IMG_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxBRftEAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dtORSSAch-A/s320/IMG_1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018533565501442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this room pitch black and me in a white ghost mask trying to scare you. I mostly just screamed at people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxA5VFacI/AAAAAAAAA5c/_qaav_ZWVC0/s1600/IMG_1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxA5VFacI/AAAAAAAAA5c/_qaav_ZWVC0/s320/IMG_1820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018527078508994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging the "meat bags". This was the chainsaw room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxAmzZpXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/i8ey7vCI6pg/s1600/IMG_1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxAmzZpXI/AAAAAAAAA5U/i8ey7vCI6pg/s320/IMG_1816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018522105390450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in a scary mask. Whatever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxAK9nkMI/AAAAAAAAA5M/N28kDv9oGWw/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxAK9nkMI/AAAAAAAAA5M/N28kDv9oGWw/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018514632052930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The swamp room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdw-lL4ldI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QLsB0vTOF4U/s1600/IMG_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdw-lL4ldI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QLsB0vTOF4U/s320/IMG_1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537018487311472082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a cool sunset up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-3665866992576328798?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3665866992576328798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3665866992576328798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3665866992576328798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3665866992576328798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-or-something-like-it.html' title='Halloween or something like it'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TNdxBRftEAI/AAAAAAAAA5k/dtORSSAch-A/s72-c/IMG_1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4845037788792537649</id><published>2010-08-26T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:52:29.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Where does the time go?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/THc1u8Hfa3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/eam1rjocIuQ/s1600/IMG_3793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/THc1u8Hfa3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/eam1rjocIuQ/s200/IMG_3793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509931749638892402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's totally been five year since Kelly and I got hitched. That is really crazy to think that I would ever get to that point in my life to have been married five years. Most Hollywood marriages don't last that long. &lt;br /&gt;Last week Kelly had flowers waiting for me at work. They were gorgeous. I didn't take a picture, go figure. I took off early and we hit up a matine. Then spent a wonderful evening up Odgen canyon. We went to dinner in eden at this place called Harley and Bucks. It's a Texas grill type of joint. But good. Then stayed the night at the Alaskan Inn, in the Northern Lights room. They had this cool set up on the ceiling with led lights and a black light. We couldn't figure out how to turn off the black light, so I had dreams about techno and raves. Go figure. We saw newly weds leaving the next morning. I had to laugh because I remember the morning after the wedding day, among other things. I wanted to walk up to them and tell them they had a long road and they got married on the best date 8-20 ever. But that would be weird, so I resisted. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe five years isn't that long compared to the big picture, but it's a start. If we can make it five, we can make it 50. Sometimes there are fights about certain purchases, sometimes there are days we just want to do our thing. It all comes down to the end of the night, the only person I want by me is Kelly. I appreciate the person he is and who he is becoming. He works hard to support us and further his education. I have to smile because just thinking about him makes me do just that. &lt;br /&gt;Wub you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4845037788792537649?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4845037788792537649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4845037788792537649&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4845037788792537649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4845037788792537649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/08/man-where-does-time-go.html' title='Man Where does the time go?!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/THc1u8Hfa3I/AAAAAAAAA4M/eam1rjocIuQ/s72-c/IMG_3793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6377133630062158658</id><published>2010-07-11T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:01:22.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been that long?</title><content type='html'>Alright so the last post was in March of the cruise. But what can I say, not much has really happened. Work is still going well for Kelly and me. Sometimes I feel we are both so busy we hardly see each other. Poor Harley gets neglected. But at the end of the night she still forgives us. &lt;br /&gt;So big news!!! We got a scooter!! Anyone one who knows me, knows I have wanted a scooter for the longest time. But when it came down to buying it, I resisted with the reason it wasn't really practical because work is just too far away. But we are not practical people so we got Sasha anyways. I named her Sasha after JD's scooter from Scrubs. Except mine is red.&lt;br /&gt;So sad news. I crashed her. I know right. I am that girl who gets something and then destroys it. It was a sad day, but I can laugh about it now. I won't go into detail, but know from now on I ride alone on Sasha. She is almost fixed though and I have a helmet so all is good. &lt;br /&gt;But Kelly couldn't live with me having a scooter so she now has a sister. Stella. After a week long fight I gave in and now we have Stella. I will admit it's fun to have a motorcycle for those nights it's just so hot that a night ride is the just the thing to cool off. &lt;br /&gt;I figure since we don't have kids and probably won't for long time we will enjoy this time in our lives and just be selfish for a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much. Just enjoying the summer and the good warm times. &lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of our girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Stella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2W3lFI5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/muFYckSGS_U/s1600/2010-07-10+13.30.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2W3lFI5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/muFYckSGS_U/s200/2010-07-10+13.30.31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492832830780416914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sasha in the repair phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2WoeetcI/AAAAAAAAA38/3SZL98yEjH8/s1600/2010-06-21+18.07.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2WoeetcI/AAAAAAAAA38/3SZL98yEjH8/s200/2010-06-21+18.07.25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492832826726200770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sasha before the crash. If you think she has an eagle on the front fender you would be right. EEEEAGLLLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2WJhvYnI/AAAAAAAAA30/qAv5kVHHATU/s1600/2010-06-19+13.39.38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2WJhvYnI/AAAAAAAAA30/qAv5kVHHATU/s200/2010-06-19+13.39.38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492832818418377330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6377133630062158658?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6377133630062158658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6377133630062158658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6377133630062158658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6377133630062158658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/07/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it been that long?'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/TDp2W3lFI5I/AAAAAAAAA4E/muFYckSGS_U/s72-c/2010-07-10+13.30.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4260027007824437639</id><published>2010-03-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:25:50.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican or Mexican't part Dose!!</title><content type='html'>Our second cruise was freakin AWESOME! It was a much needed break. All of us were feeling the stress of work and school before leaving for a week. We booked a month ago with our pal Dwayne. And March 21 we boarded the Royal Carribbean Mariner of the Seas bound for Cabo San Lucas, Mazatlan and Puerto Vallarta. &lt;br /&gt;First day at sea a bit rough getting my sea legs back. But worth it. First stop, Cabo. Kelly and I had been there before on our last cruise. It really hasn't changed. We didn't book any excursions, just did as we felt. So we went to the beach. We played in the ocean, marveled at how much bigger our boat was than Carnivals boat, Ashley burried Taylor in the sand. Funny story, the waves are much stronger than you think. A couple of times I got sand rash on my legs and butt. One particular wave practically tumbled me head over heals. So when we stopped at Cabo Wabo for lunch, I went to the bathroom and everyone laughed when sand started pouring out of my stall. Ya it was insane. &lt;br /&gt;Next stop Mazatlan. None of us had been there so we didn't know what to expect. So we picked a sight seeing, shopping and show tour. We got on a bus, watched some divers, saw the richest man in Mazatlan's house, saw a lame show called "Spetaculare" and went and ate at the Shrimp Bucket. We were scared a little bit in this city. Still the beaches looked pretty and it was warm. We did stop and see this old cathedral. We were a bit innappropriate there. Sorry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Last stop was Puerto Vallarta. I thought it was the prettiest of the cities we had been to. Blue water, blue sky, warm sunny. The sand was rough, but we didn't&amp;nbsp;go to the beach. Ashley and Taylor had been there on their honeymoon, so we let them lead the way. We just walked around the boardwalk, had 2 for 1 margaritas and daqueries (non-alcoholic, don't worry mom). Ashley went parasailing. That's about it. Let's not forget Magnum ice cream bars. I will just say the US does not make anything as good as those. &lt;br /&gt;Then we wrapped up the trip with two days at sea. We filled those with card games, food, laying out and let's not forget the soft serve!! &lt;br /&gt;Thanks Olsens and Sandersons for making this trip so fun. We have many funny stories, but they wouldn't be as funny if I posted them, but I will ask "Do you like pancakes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w991.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw991.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Faf34%2Fkcjaques%2FMexico+2010%2F08a026ea.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s991.photobucket.com/albums/af34/kcjaques/Mexico%202010/?action=view&amp;current=08a026ea.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4260027007824437639?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4260027007824437639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4260027007824437639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4260027007824437639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4260027007824437639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/03/mexican-or-mexicant-part-dose.html' title='Mexican or Mexican&apos;t part Dose!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3089268995973495522</id><published>2010-02-21T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T18:51:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This little blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I feel blogs have gone the way of myspace. They just aren't cool anymore. But since I have many a family outside of Utah I will keep udating it. Plus my mom says she knows whats going on in my life by reading my blog. I guess I don't call her enough. Sorry Judy. &lt;/div&gt;Well well, what to write. I made an executive decision and am going to run the Salt Lake Half Marathon. Not the full, the half that's 13.1 miles. I have already done this before, but am better prepared and am not training in the dead of winter. However it is still cold when I run outside. Lame. I started training this week. Had a good run on Saturday and totally thought I hit 7 miles. Clocked it and it was 5?!! What the....Guess I need to find longer routes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We are going on a cruse in March!! We are going to the dirty Mexico side. That's Cabo, Puerta V.&amp;nbsp;and Mazatlan. Totally stoked to go. I have needed a vacation since December 1st of 2008. Plus when we get back hopefully soon after that it will start to warm up.&amp;nbsp;The only thing I am worried about is continuing my running training while on the boat. Any suggestions? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Other than that there really isn't much going on here in Jaquesville. Just hanging out with good friends, teaching Harley new tricks which she refuses to learn and living the life. My photography is at a standstill right now. Probably because it's winter. But I am going to try and keep up with it, but mostly keep doing it&amp;nbsp;on the side. Work is good. My company keeps growing so that's a good sign. Kelly is busy with school and work. He is getting closer to being done with his bachelors. Can't wait!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anywho happy February. Here is a fun picture project we have did this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I have been wanting to try and capture smoke lately. Don't know why but it always looked cool when it curls around itself and just disappears. So one night Kelly and I got our smokiest candle and this is what came out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HsyXBRtvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mxNeIaPG2q8/s1600-h/Smoke+3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HsyXBRtvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mxNeIaPG2q8/s320/Smoke+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HsPE-oY1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/jJOwRC-5dG4/s1600-h/smoke1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HsPE-oY1I/AAAAAAAAA0U/jJOwRC-5dG4/s320/smoke1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HupnfTLbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zRUY0Z_Mk9o/s1600-h/smoke2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HupnfTLbI/AAAAAAAAA0k/zRUY0Z_Mk9o/s320/smoke2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HwCGg_drI/AAAAAAAAA0s/tPxp4b19XnM/s1600-h/7D+++1984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HwCGg_drI/AAAAAAAAA0s/tPxp4b19XnM/s320/7D+++1984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-3089268995973495522?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3089268995973495522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3089268995973495522&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3089268995973495522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3089268995973495522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-little-blog.html' title='This little blog'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S4HsyXBRtvI/AAAAAAAAA0c/mxNeIaPG2q8/s72-c/Smoke+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8984879159224788645</id><published>2010-01-17T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:03:25.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S1PlLAWIRHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lXniXDmk_2g/s1600-h/0000539030-01-1_182737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S1PlLAWIRHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lXniXDmk_2g/s320/0000539030-01-1_182737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;JOHN W. SKOLA&amp;nbsp; "Sweet Dad" 1915 ~ 2010 Our beloved husband, father and grandfather, John William Skola, passed away January 14, 2010 in Salt Lake City, UT. He was born September 16, 1915 to John and Anna Vesta Mauermann Skola. He grew up in Poplar Grove and graduated from South High School. John served his country during World War II in the U.S. Army as part of the Coastal Artillery. It was while serving in the Army, that he met his lovely wife, Gayle Cluff. It was a sweet Army-Navy romance. John and Gayle were married July 19, 1944. Gayle passed away April 7, 2001. John served an LDS Mission (Swiss German) and served a German-speaking mission on Temple Square. John and Gayle also served an LDS mission together in Frankfurt, Germany. Working, working-always working-always caring-this was what John was known for. He worked with Midwest Casket Company for 60 years. He was very kind, gentle, warm and tender hearted. John was loved by many, because of his Christ-like nature. He is survived by his children, Judith (David) Blake, Gaylyn (Robert) Stephenson, Mimi (Scott) Silverstein; 15 grandchildren; and 16 great-grandchildren. Preceded in death by siblings, Curt, Henry, Ann Volkert, and Freda Brochinsky. Funeral services will be held on Wednesday, January 20, 2010, at 11:00 a.m. in the Valley View 3rd Ward, 4101 S. 1920 E. The viewing will be at the church from 10:00-10:45 a.m. Burial will be at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park. Share an online condolence with the family at www.jenkins-soffe.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S1PmFtpQ_iI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8DpDr9-tn5Q/s1600-h/0000539030-01-2_182737.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S1PmFtpQ_iI/AAAAAAAAA0M/8DpDr9-tn5Q/s320/0000539030-01-2_182737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I remember most about my Grandpa were his quirky songs he would always sing like "She died she did, she died with a broken rib." He had this amazing garden and would get mad if we picked&amp;nbsp;the peas too early. Whenever we came over there was always&amp;nbsp;his game of solitair on the kitchen table. He called Grandma, Mum. He would always greet us "Hi, sweetheart." He missed Gramda something fierce and now they are together. Miss you Grandpa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8984879159224788645?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8984879159224788645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8984879159224788645&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8984879159224788645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8984879159224788645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2010/01/bye-grandpa.html' title='Bye Grandpa'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/S1PlLAWIRHI/AAAAAAAAA0E/lXniXDmk_2g/s72-c/0000539030-01-1_182737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4490598468667325982</id><published>2009-12-29T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:36:34.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever have that feeling once Christmas is over? I mean you look forward to the one day all year and then if you are like me, New Years is a bit of a let down. I will be darned if Kelly and I don't have a fun New Years this year. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what have we been up to? We went ice skating and to the Melting Pot with Chamanda. That was pretty fun. We haven't really gotten out much this winter. We have had tons of family parties. More on Kelly's side. So were driving up north quite a bit. Good thing we have the X to handle the snow and winter driving. If you remember a couple of weeks ago the really bad snow storms. It took me 2 hours to get to work. Gotta Love winter driving. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we were at Pams house. Enjoyed lots of fun and card games. Harley got two presents this year from them. We gave her a bone in her stocking. She loved it and ate it all. Christmas eve I wore my red puffy vest with the fur hood. Without realizing I put Harleys new coat we got her (not for fashion, but to keep her warm so she will actually go potty outside) and went to the store. I came back and realized how much we matched. Needless to say I later lost a bet to Kelly and had to endure pictures to prove we matched. Sad. I just laughed about it. It is kinda funny. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas day we spent the morning watching christmas movies and sleeping. Then headed up to my parents. It was a pretty quiet Christmas, but I will say I have felt the true meaning of Christmas better this year. I tried to read more about Christ. I think it really helped. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho fun pictures below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not happy about matching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrHxs-SDfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/_8QI8wyCsSM/s1600-h/7D+++1972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrHxs-SDfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/_8QI8wyCsSM/s320/7D+++1972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't Harley Cute in her coat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrIHneH2nI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rzIkJzpX1z8/s1600-h/7D+++1969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrIHneH2nI/AAAAAAAAAzk/rzIkJzpX1z8/s320/7D+++1969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrI8hhbULI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cMNxU2Y5YEs/s1600-h/Rebel+++5470.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrI8hhbULI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cMNxU2Y5YEs/s320/Rebel+++5470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrJpAsyIFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/PAmYA9p4yCI/s1600-h/Rebel+++5469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrJpAsyIFI/AAAAAAAAAz0/PAmYA9p4yCI/s320/Rebel+++5469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Chase thoroughly enjoyed the Flaming Turtle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrKO-qxvaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/eQ-T5qv7NZA/s1600-h/Rebel+++5476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrKO-qxvaI/AAAAAAAAAz8/eQ-T5qv7NZA/s320/Rebel+++5476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4490598468667325982?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4490598468667325982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4490598468667325982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4490598468667325982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4490598468667325982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-what.html' title='Now What?'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SzrHxs-SDfI/AAAAAAAAAzc/_8QI8wyCsSM/s72-c/7D+++1972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4857242494623737817</id><published>2009-12-06T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:28:52.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming!!</title><content type='html'>I did Christmas card pictures for my sis the other night. Man those kids are so dang cute. I decided to post them because I have just have to spread the smiles. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I did get a job finally. I am working for a logistics company. The ship things to say the least. I am excited to be helping to support our family again. I have been working two full days and I miss my free time already. But I am grateful for the job. Thank you to those who helped me get the job and you know who you are. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho not much else is going on. I did many a christmas craft and actually put them up around the house so we look festive. I am excited for the season and hope we get some snow to really make it feel like Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnVKFaf4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/UaYu4ogQ2jU/s1600-h/IMG_1721.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnVKFaf4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/UaYu4ogQ2jU/s320/IMG_1721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnSkdZgpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aEoMi__TUHI/s1600-h/IMG_1707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnSkdZgpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/aEoMi__TUHI/s320/IMG_1707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnOv6ZvtI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5sILD-EA2Xo/s1600-h/IMG_1653bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnOv6ZvtI/AAAAAAAAAyI/5sILD-EA2Xo/s320/IMG_1653bw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnaJWF0VI/AAAAAAAAAyg/MwCE7Gi14tA/s1600-h/IMG_1783+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnaJWF0VI/AAAAAAAAAyg/MwCE7Gi14tA/s320/IMG_1783+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4857242494623737817?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4857242494623737817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4857242494623737817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4857242494623737817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4857242494623737817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SxxnVKFaf4I/AAAAAAAAAyY/UaYu4ogQ2jU/s72-c/IMG_1721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7050239262852261844</id><published>2009-11-25T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:57:28.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MLS Cup '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-64.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=gn&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3026418949630438756&amp;site=widget-64.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949630438756&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p1/3026418949630438756/gn_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949630438756&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p2/3026418949630438756/gn_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=gn&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949630438756&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-64.slide.com/p4/3026418949630438756/gn_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly here, just sharing a once in a lifetime experience I had this past weekend. I went to Seattle to watch our very own Real Salt Lake compete against LA Galaxy in the MLS Cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Josh B, Nick M, and my brother Brady. We drove the 855 miles to Seattle on some what of a whim, because even we did not expect our Real to make it to the Championship. I have never been to Seattle, and I must say I think I would love to end up there one day. The city was clean (probably from all the rain), the architecture was cool, and the food was good. And I enjoy any city that is that close to the water on multiple sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turnout for the game was amazing. As we walked around earlier that day, we noticed a lot more Real fans than we expected. Turns out Real fans outnumbered LA fans 10 to 1 according to some report. Naturally there were 10 times more Seattle Fans there than the two groups combined. The good news is that Seattle Sounders fans HATE the Galaxy. Even Drew Carey. So as you can imagine Real had the support of 95% of the crowd. Before the game Real fans gathered and marched the streets for a few blocks to the stadium. It was a river of red. The game was intense, I remember shivering uncontrollably before the game, but once that whistle blew, we started shedding clothes. You should know the end. Real wins in a shoot out and I lost my voice for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to publicly thank my beautiful wife for understanding and letting me take this trip with the boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7050239262852261844?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7050239262852261844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7050239262852261844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7050239262852261844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7050239262852261844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/11/mls-cup-09.html' title='MLS Cup &apos;09'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5723140297832409714</id><published>2009-11-02T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:31:16.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life's No Fun Without A Good Scare!</title><content type='html'>Where to start? This Halloween weekend was the most fun we have had in a while. We Jaques' haven't really gotten out much the past couple of Halloweens. So with a party Friday and Saturday night?! Crazyness ensues. &lt;br /&gt;First off decide what to be for the mandatory costume party in Willard. I knew I wanted to be a derby girl for Halloween ever since I saw "Whip It". And I was. I didn't have skates or pads, but I had a helmet and my very own Hurl Scouts outfit. I was pretty impressed by my skills. Kelly decided to be the coach which included short jean shorts and a sick wig. He pulled it off pretty well I think. &lt;br /&gt;Friday nights party was awesome. Donut eating contest, charades and dirty pictionary. There was a costume contest for scariest, funniest and best overall. The Jaques' did not win any, but next year be sure we will dominate. Pretty fun night overall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Saturday, All Hallows Eve. I decided I wasn't that comfortable in my getup to wear it a second night in a row. So I donned the silk chinese robe Cyndi brought me from China, put my hair up and wore socks with my flip flops. That's about all the effort I could muster. Kelly decided to be a guitar hero, so he braved the wig for a second night in a row and drew himself a soul patch. I know we are so creative. We headed over to Red Robins witht the SoJo group. (that's speak for south jordan). Pretty awesome dinner with tons of fries, don't you worry about that. It was fun to see we weren't the only big group who dressed up. Then we headed back over to the Sandersons for a night of games, rock band, a roucus game of dominoes and tons of yummy treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All in all, the best Halloween in a while. Although I paid for staying awake till at least 1 each night this week by struggling in church, but still it was just fast Sunday and therefore nappy time in sacrement. Don't judge, you do it to. There were so many wonderful pictures to put up that I had to do a slideshow. So if you want pictures just put your email down and I will make sure to get those to you post haste. &lt;br /&gt;You stay classy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed the invite for the party. Apparently no one got them. This isn't the one that went out, but still it's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8UnmyfKOI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-jtSE5uVyG8/s1600-h/spiderweb4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8UnmyfKOI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-jtSE5uVyG8/s320/spiderweb4.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The coach: Who Kelly is supposed to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8VxkG8rxI/AAAAAAAAAwg/e04KEhZ6_bo/s1600-h/(300709175203)Whip_it_8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8VxkG8rxI/AAAAAAAAAwg/e04KEhZ6_bo/s320/(300709175203)Whip_it_8.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Actual Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WIT5lQ-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5pDxrWbsS8k/s1600-h/IMG_1237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WIT5lQ-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/5pDxrWbsS8k/s320/IMG_1237.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WSrEGtdI/AAAAAAAAAww/o-Q8pduCAOg/s1600-h/whip-it.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WSrEGtdI/AAAAAAAAAww/o-Q8pduCAOg/s320/whip-it.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My starting pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WbnhvfLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/gt08xfnpsF4/s1600-h/IMG_1253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8WbnhvfLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/gt08xfnpsF4/s320/IMG_1253.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w991.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w991.photobucket.com/albums/af34/kcjaques/Halloween 09/f98083a9.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s991.photobucket.com/albums/af34/kcjaques/Halloween%2009/?action=view&amp;current=f98083a9.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5723140297832409714?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5723140297832409714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5723140297832409714&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5723140297832409714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5723140297832409714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/11/tender-lumplings-everywhere-lifes-no.html' title='Tender Lumplings Everywhere, Life&apos;s No Fun Without A Good Scare!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Su8UnmyfKOI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-jtSE5uVyG8/s72-c/spiderweb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8036627040387927136</id><published>2009-10-15T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:15:33.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kelly and I have been going out and practicing with my new camera. I had to share these gems cause why&amp;nbsp;hide my talent under a bushel? Besides if you are bored at work this will entertain you. If you haven't been to Gardner Village this year, go! They have all these&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;witches up. It was so fun. I was on witch overload. Plus that place is just cool. I can't wait to see it in winter. We found this cool truck there as well. Loved it! I hope they keep it around so I don't have to drive to Morgan for a truck pose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And included my freeway shots and temple shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A blue cat. Not a witch I know, but it's still cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std6-NRY1TI/AAAAAAAAAtA/q3lkCqJ74AA/s1600-h/IMG_0586a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std6-NRY1TI/AAAAAAAAAtA/q3lkCqJ74AA/s320/IMG_0586a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This one actually pedals&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std7aFY3q4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/1eibnn7gftc/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std7aFY3q4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/1eibnn7gftc/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lovely Ladies&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteB9sqEsDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vd2ZiJnJ4PU/s1600-h/IMG_0639.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteB9sqEsDI/AAAAAAAAAuI/vd2ZiJnJ4PU/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A big witch bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std78Y8lpLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YqGcCkuBHJU/s1600-h/IMG_0632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std78Y8lpLI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/YqGcCkuBHJU/s320/IMG_0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Why wouldn't you put a jack-o-lantern in a tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std-u87E5RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UKKH_CJ4ZGU/s1600-h/IMG_0651a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std-u87E5RI/AAAAAAAAAtg/UKKH_CJ4ZGU/s320/IMG_0651a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cool truck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_HxHC_6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Mt2-LKpMDNs/s1600-h/IMG_0674a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_HxHC_6I/AAAAAAAAAto/Mt2-LKpMDNs/s320/IMG_0674a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The sky last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_ZSRdaBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IQ6wTarRen8/s1600-h/IMG_0756a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_ZSRdaBI/AAAAAAAAAtw/IQ6wTarRen8/s320/IMG_0756a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Me and my favorite pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_zLHx4XI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5wtTNB3jK1U/s1600-h/IMG_0523a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std_zLHx4XI/AAAAAAAAAt4/5wtTNB3jK1U/s320/IMG_0523a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A cool night shot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteAa80_nkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/I72n8Vkms6s/s1600-h/IMG_0507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteAa80_nkI/AAAAAAAAAuA/I72n8Vkms6s/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What a great place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteCxqpHoEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RJWX0mVVPF4/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SteCxqpHoEI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/RJWX0mVVPF4/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8036627040387927136?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8036627040387927136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8036627040387927136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8036627040387927136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8036627040387927136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Std6-NRY1TI/AAAAAAAAAtA/q3lkCqJ74AA/s72-c/IMG_0586a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8930451730222774246</id><published>2009-10-12T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T16:09:41.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog schmog</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really don't know what to post on this thing. Kelly got into the facebook scene, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I figure if we haven't talked in ten years, then why bother. There must be a reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, what have we been up to. Well there was the Cook Family pictures in Idaho. Which was a first for me doing a big group. I can't say I am 100% satisfied with the outcome, but I guess there is a first for everything. Not to mention I just got my new camera and didn't really know the ins and outs persay. I will post those on my photog blog. PS it snowed the morning we left. Lame&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the ultimate girls night. So Amanda had this wonderful idea of going to a haunted house. Well we ended up going to two that night. I must say it was pretty fun. I often wonder what I would be like drunk, but I don't need to wonder now because I downed a Rockstar(which I hardly ever drink caffeine) and was on a sugar/caffeine buzz the rest of the night. We made some friends at the Haunted Mansion. One was a skeleton and another was a weird kid with chains thinking he was all scary. Well he wasn't until I told him Amanda and Lindy's name. The best was watching him chase those two around the care while I sat by and just laughed. The night was still young, so we partied on down to Nightmare on 13th. That haunted house was pretty good. Some points scared me pretty good, but the best part was making a clown scare Amanda and watching her fall on the floor. Yes!! All in all a good night, till I came home and couldn't fall asleep till 6 in the morning. No more rockstars for me.&lt;br /&gt;In the meanwhile, Kelly and I went for a photography date. We did night shots of the Oquirr temple and I offended a couple who just came out. Then we went to an overpass and did night shots of the freeway. Pretty Freakin cool what my new toy can do!! So I am stoked now that I know how to work it. So let me know when I am doing pictures for you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindy's New Boyfriend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/StO1nF00pXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_57dXbAFcBg/s1600-h/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/StO1nF00pXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_57dXbAFcBg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Me talking to Skeletor &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/StO1lAsb1bI/AAAAAAAAAsI/w8XTfNyEIHc/s1600-h/37c8dca175e6__1255089394000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/StO1lAsb1bI/AAAAAAAAAsI/w8XTfNyEIHc/s320/37c8dca175e6__1255089394000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8930451730222774246?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8930451730222774246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8930451730222774246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8930451730222774246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8930451730222774246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-blog-schmog.html' title='This blog schmog'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/StO1nF00pXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/_57dXbAFcBg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2960676491934110305</id><published>2009-09-26T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:29:52.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Plunge</title><content type='html'>Alright I did it. I created my photog blog. It is a work in progress and I did just create it Saturday while waiting for Kelly. I named it &lt;a href="http://www.blurredphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blur Photography&lt;/a&gt;. The link is in my list of links. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to put&amp;nbsp;this out there so I can be done with it. Here goes. I know this sounds like Eyore but I feel like I am joining some kind of club. You know everyone is doing it, photography that is. I have never been one to follow the crowd if I could help it. &lt;br /&gt;But I am tired of sitting around and waiting for things to happen in my life. So this is just another step toward doing what makes me happy. (not to mention all the cool swag that comes with this hobby&amp;nbsp;*cough *canon 7D*)&amp;nbsp;So what if everyone and their dog is doing the same thing. I am hoping that theirs won't last long and they will realize it's not what they really want to do. Endurance has always been my strong point. I lasted four years at Icon Customer Service. That's a long time. &lt;br /&gt;So I have asked this of you before, but I need support. I'm not looking for compliments (although they are much appreciated) just encouragement and&amp;nbsp;maybe mentioning my name if someone asks&amp;nbsp;(no pressure. don't go campaigning for me on the corner or anything). Thanks as always for your friendship. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho not much else going on in&amp;nbsp;our life. I do get my new camera this week, which I am totally stoked for. Who else is excited for colder weather coming next week? I totally wore my cardigan already. But it turned out to be a warm day so it kinda put a damper on the whole experience. The primary program was last Sunday and I got stuck with the Spawn of Satan sitting by me. He was jumping on his chair and got his foot stuck in those fold up bottom choir seats you know. I half considered leaving his foot in there, but then he started whining loudly about it, I had to help. Finally his parents got full view of what we deal with every week. Needless to say they didn't bring him to class last week. It was a nice break. Well that's about it for now. &lt;br /&gt;You stay classy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2960676491934110305?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2960676491934110305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2960676491934110305&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2960676491934110305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2960676491934110305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-plunge.html' title='Taking the Plunge'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7852669487989973647</id><published>2009-09-08T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:15:40.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laborious Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Labor is a day of rest. But not for me. I shopped and shot. There were some pretty great sales out there, so I got in on it. Too bad for all the sweaters on sale that I wanted but can't wear till it gets a little colder. I love summer, but am torn now because I want to start wearing my fall clothes. Anyone else feel that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on the day of Labor, I got to do a photoshoot for Lindy and Maddux. Dang that kid is cute. Amanda came with me as my designated "bag girl" (thank you for helping by the way). We went around Morgan and found some really great places. I will have to come back to these spots as they are in a word "ideal". So today I "worked" by editing pictures all day. I loved the colors we found on commercial street. It was hard to decide what should be black and white and what to keep color. Luckily you can have it both ways. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update on our primary class. They finally split us so now we have eight kids on the list and between four and six come everyweek. Much better. We still have the wild child who I had to chase all around the church building on Sunday. Truly he makes me hate children. Don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may send something out there. I love photography and pretty much everything about it. However living in Utah, the self-proclaimed photography studio-in-your-basement capital, I am hesitant to actually start doing this as a business. I feel I would be jumping on the bandwagon so to speak. Should I A) just keep doing it free for friends and family because I love it so much or B)start making money beccause I will never get a real job in this economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW4Y_56tI/AAAAAAAAArs/U_JsXzh6BVs/s1600-h/5181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379223069212142290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW4Y_56tI/AAAAAAAAArs/U_JsXzh6BVs/s320/5181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW35K0-1I/AAAAAAAAArk/3HlmzFe675k/s1600-h/IMG_5209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379223060668021586" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW35K0-1I/AAAAAAAAArk/3HlmzFe675k/s320/IMG_5209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW3luG1rI/AAAAAAAAArc/xuDjmBQeyv4/s1600-h/IMG_5168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379223055447283378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW3luG1rI/AAAAAAAAArc/xuDjmBQeyv4/s320/IMG_5168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW3OAwEQI/AAAAAAAAArU/x-Qs0juIg_A/s1600-h/IMG_5163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379223049083031810" style="WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW3OAwEQI/AAAAAAAAArU/x-Qs0juIg_A/s320/IMG_5163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7852669487989973647?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7852669487989973647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7852669487989973647&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7852669487989973647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7852669487989973647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/09/laborious-labor-day.html' title='Laborious Labor Day'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SqbW4Y_56tI/AAAAAAAAArs/U_JsXzh6BVs/s72-c/5181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2001803919222169614</id><published>2009-09-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T09:37:19.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Joys of "Shooting" People</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, Kelly and I ventured up to Wellsville/Mendon to do a shoot for our wonderful friends, the Andersons. I'm not gonna lie, it was challanging. Trying to get the kids to smile at the same time as Genna and Devron. Getting them all to look the same way. But it was good practice. I had fun, plus we got steak afterwards! Thanks Genna and Devron!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope they turned ok. They knew of some really awesome places to go which I hope to make it back to some day. What better than some old shot-out car in the middle of a field?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_ua7Y6IwI/AAAAAAAAArM/P2iMBErdErc/s1600-h/IMG_4911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278626489836290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_ua7Y6IwI/AAAAAAAAArM/P2iMBErdErc/s320/IMG_4911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uaT1EQDI/AAAAAAAAArE/bReDcNQF8oo/s1600-h/IMG_5046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278615870521394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uaT1EQDI/AAAAAAAAArE/bReDcNQF8oo/s320/IMG_5046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uaKvXupI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KQTe5WT8DTE/s1600-h/IMG_4863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278613430712978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uaKvXupI/AAAAAAAAAq8/KQTe5WT8DTE/s320/IMG_4863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uZuj5SoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3MIOvCEvolk/s1600-h/4864black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377278605866388098" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_uZuj5SoI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3MIOvCEvolk/s320/4864black.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2001803919222169614?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2001803919222169614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2001803919222169614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2001803919222169614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2001803919222169614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-joys-of-shooting-people.html' title='Oh the Joys of &quot;Shooting&quot; People'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sp_ua7Y6IwI/AAAAAAAAArM/P2iMBErdErc/s72-c/IMG_4911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8146723265570992214</id><published>2009-08-27T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:12:01.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Late Anni!!</title><content type='html'>So I am late on updating this thing. But last Thursday was our 4 year anniversary. Wahoo! Great, wow! I know right. I think back to other anniversaries and can't remember what we did. That's how you truly know you are married.&lt;br /&gt;It was Joseph Barth (whoever that is) that said "Marriage is our last, best chance to grow up." I could not agree more. I am not the same person I was before marriage and I am sure Kelly isn't either. It took me four years to realize that I am a different person married than I was single. Change came whether we were ready or not.  Together we grew up and still have much more to go. This past year has not been an easy one. Another example of life not going according to plan. Kelly has been by my side and has supported me in my "I am going to get a job", "No, I am not going to get a job", "What if I just get a part-time job" phase. He taught me that it is not the job that defines me.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho we went camping Thursday night at Mirror Lake in the Unitas. It got pretty cold that night. I know Harley was warm all snuggled down in the blankets. I did get cold however. Friday morning we got up early (well early for us) and looked for a great hike. We decided on Bald Mountain. Two miles, steep and rocky. That's all I have to say. If you want to know how in shape you are go for a hike. I was taking it slow while Harley pulled Kelly up the mountain. She loved it. People were amazed a small dog like her could fair so well up there. But getting to the top was worth it. The view was just breath taking. We were able to see all these lakes in the surrounding area including the gorgeous Mirror Lake. I am always amazed at how awesome the mountains are.&lt;br /&gt;This is the part where I say how grateful I am for Kelly. And I am. He makes the small moments the best ones. Love ya Kel-Kel!!&lt;br /&gt;As always a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting the hike. Notice we are smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdj46OqRDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/dA-fb5OtRmM/s1600-h/IMG_1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdj46OqRDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/dA-fb5OtRmM/s200/IMG_1624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374874509644547122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many lakes. View from somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SpdkQkXFnEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8nHZFpIoXEc/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SpdkQkXFnEI/AAAAAAAAAqM/8nHZFpIoXEc/s200/IMG_1625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374874916091173954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley the mountain goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdkk_JD4EI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Lx5FO0NKuv0/s1600-h/IMG_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdkk_JD4EI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Lx5FO0NKuv0/s200/IMG_1628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374875266877481026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to the top. Yeah!! Notice not really smiling, much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdk5h5nnqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Uq8zKwXlxzE/s1600-h/IMG_1634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdk5h5nnqI/AAAAAAAAAqc/Uq8zKwXlxzE/s200/IMG_1634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374875619805339298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaked when Kelly took this picture. Now I know now how moms feel when their kids get near the edge of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SpdlJOuInBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LhSQWmqgkLA/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SpdlJOuInBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/LhSQWmqgkLA/s200/IMG_1638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374875889534802962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror Lake. Very Pretty. View from the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdlk5Z-TsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JgT2rdNugmo/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdlk5Z-TsI/AAAAAAAAAqs/JgT2rdNugmo/s200/IMG_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374876364849434306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8146723265570992214?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8146723265570992214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8146723265570992214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8146723265570992214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8146723265570992214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-late-anni.html' title='Happy Late Anni!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Spdj46OqRDI/AAAAAAAAAqE/dA-fb5OtRmM/s72-c/IMG_1624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-10382850887651256</id><published>2009-08-19T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:36:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the Best FRieNdS EveR!!</title><content type='html'>So awhile ago I asked Amanda if she would want to be a model for me so I could get some practice at just taking pictures in general. Well she got her friend Stevi in on it and what turned out was well..... freakin amazing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stevi shows up with this suitcase full of clothes and accessories. In my mind I was just thinking maybe an outfit or two and make it quick you know. Nope this was like a two hour event with changing in the back of my car. Amanda shows up in these long eyelashes and bright red lipstick. I can't lie, I had a blast. Those two were creative and just willing to go with whatever. It was an adventure in the backyard of Chase's mom's neighbor. I fell on this wood stack and almost got a rusty nail up my butt. We wanted to shoot longer, but alas our light was setting. Bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't post all the pictures, but here is what I have edited so far today. I have been editing all day and am tired. I have about 25 pics edited and about 25 or so to go. I took lots. So if anyone is daring enough to be my next models, it will be fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call this my Urban Farm phase. Enjoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozdxjokndI/AAAAAAAAApE/S54R2iwEMjE/s1600-h/gothic+glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912298994900434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozdxjokndI/AAAAAAAAApE/S54R2iwEMjE/s200/gothic+glow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sozeaj2NcRI/AAAAAAAAAps/lj6rReup8JI/s1600-h/IMG_4626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371913003426738450" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sozeaj2NcRI/AAAAAAAAAps/lj6rReup8JI/s200/IMG_4626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeaPtj-8I/AAAAAAAAApk/OIsBbjaEVSE/s1600-h/IMG_4684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912998021757890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeaPtj-8I/AAAAAAAAApk/OIsBbjaEVSE/s200/IMG_4684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeZr5UA2I/AAAAAAAAApc/VgtmteC2Ugc/s1600-h/IMG_4650+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912988407366498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeZr5UA2I/AAAAAAAAApc/VgtmteC2Ugc/s200/IMG_4650+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeZRhNzpI/AAAAAAAAApU/MOIOB5rlZ8E/s1600-h/IMG_4620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912981326974610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeZRhNzpI/AAAAAAAAApU/MOIOB5rlZ8E/s200/IMG_4620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeYwI3n3I/AAAAAAAAApM/nu8EOcA9-4o/s1600-h/IMG_4524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912972366487410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozeYwI3n3I/AAAAAAAAApM/nu8EOcA9-4o/s200/IMG_4524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozfU8pDf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ODQXTjEiw80/s1600-h/IMG_4658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371914006514860002" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozfU8pDf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/ODQXTjEiw80/s200/IMG_4658.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozfUkiim4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hagqDOVHwm8/s1600-h/stevi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371914000045087618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozfUkiim4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/hagqDOVHwm8/s200/stevi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-10382850887651256?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/10382850887651256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=10382850887651256&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/10382850887651256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/10382850887651256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-best-friends-ever.html' title='I have the Best FRieNdS EveR!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SozdxjokndI/AAAAAAAAApE/S54R2iwEMjE/s72-c/gothic+glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2121782696894588970</id><published>2009-08-09T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:17:58.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing...</title><content type='html'>My newest niece Morgan Sophie. She was born on July 21 (I think). She is already a little princess, I can tell. Unlike her big sister, likes the color pink, perfume and make-up, but is a lover of bugs. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo shoot was a little challenging because the kids were just squirmy. None of them wanted to have their picture taken. But they endured because kit-kats were on the line. Morgan loves to have her arms and legs stretched out. I guess after 9 months being couped up in the womb who wouldn't want to stretch out. Well here are my favorites. Enjoy and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mwpG9oQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/OL6OLH5d_Lc/s1600-h/G.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368192635447910658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mwpG9oQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/OL6OLH5d_Lc/s320/G.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mwuq-oEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xWhLCtLIcC4/s1600-h/T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368192636941148226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mwuq-oEI/AAAAAAAAAnM/xWhLCtLIcC4/s320/T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mw4iieuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UjQQqZRiXXU/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368192639590103778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mw4iieuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/UjQQqZRiXXU/s320/A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-nYMPGjBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xy4DJg1Eq1I/s1600-h/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368193314892188690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-nYMPGjBI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Xy4DJg1Eq1I/s320/C.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2121782696894588970?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2121782696894588970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2121782696894588970&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2121782696894588970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2121782696894588970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/08/introducing.html' title='Introducing...'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sn-mwpG9oQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/OL6OLH5d_Lc/s72-c/G.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7629029877171747456</id><published>2009-07-05T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:22:19.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clap for America!!</title><content type='html'>Another fourth of July and that's when I count summer as officially started. The smell of BBQ's and fireworks. It seems the fourth is the epitome of summer. Finally it has stopped raining for more than a day and we have seen 100 degree weather. I have gotten some lovely sunburns, however I have a farmer tan as well. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;  Cyndi and her boys were out here for a visit and man are they as cute as ever. I know you think your nephews are cute, but not as cute as all of mine. Sorry it's just the way it is.  I have become the favorite aunt. Probably because I don't have kids of my own and I can just leave them when they get ornery and whiny. Speaking of kids, our primary class is not helping us want to have kids. We got a new kid and he makes me want to beat children. Yes it's that bad. Today he kept spitting out of the window. Last week he just sat in the middle of the row and screamed when I tried to pick him up. So I just had to let him stay there. I told him he was not helping the cause, he just stared back at me.&lt;br /&gt;  I don't really know what else to write. Summer has just been relaxing. Kelly is just working hard and going to school. I did a "photoshoot" if you will for my sister having a girl in a couple of weeks. They turned out pretty cute if I do say so myself. I am getting bored so I think I may just humble myself and get a job anywhere, but not In 'N Out. I want to work at a gym so I can get a free membership. I do miss that. I have been reading a lot of books. If you are on goodreads search for Kelly and all of the books there I have read. So I need new suggestions for books. I am coming to have a love/hate relationship with the library. I hear of a good book and of course it's all checked out. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;  Hope you all are having a great summer. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matching Shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF1NCCMXgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Al1yo618xeI/s1600-h/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF1NCCMXgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Al1yo618xeI/s320/IMG_1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355190298665049602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just goofing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF2ue7AVsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/q0_dHKgEUaQ/s1600-h/IMG_1597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF2ue7AVsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/q0_dHKgEUaQ/s320/IMG_1597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355191972866840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sisters left to right: me, mer, cyndi, beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF37Ig57GI/AAAAAAAAAms/fR-MJShxaEc/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF37Ig57GI/AAAAAAAAAms/fR-MJShxaEc/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193289701715042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF4ghYoylI/AAAAAAAAAm0/r8oZMZBBtLA/s1600-h/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF4ghYoylI/AAAAAAAAAm0/r8oZMZBBtLA/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355193932033083986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so going to kill me for posting this. But&lt;br /&gt;how cute is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF6OxqJJNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xvqTZ4tD2Z8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF6OxqJJNI/AAAAAAAAAm8/xvqTZ4tD2Z8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355195826187085010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't forget my Harley girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF7u3Sl5WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jcA8SYCtfIs/s1600-h/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF7u3Sl5WI/AAAAAAAAAnE/jcA8SYCtfIs/s320/IMG_4104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355197476966360418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7629029877171747456?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7629029877171747456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7629029877171747456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7629029877171747456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7629029877171747456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/07/clap-for-america.html' title='Clap for America!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SlF1NCCMXgI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Al1yo618xeI/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8087378700951545605</id><published>2009-06-16T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:57:03.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormons in Vegas</title><content type='html'>That's right, we went to Vegas. Amanda had this convention thing for her school down in Vegas, so she invited us all down for it. We flew down Saturday morning and couldn't check in Planet Hollywood till 3, so we hung out and walked the strip for a bit. We ate at this place called Dick's and the waiters are allowed to be just that. I think our waiter said mother f*&amp;amp;*er like 10 times in the course of our meal. Then they make you these hats you have to wear. Mine said "I'm just here for da hooker convention", Kelly's said "I did all the stunts in brokeback mountain." Pretty funny, but also annoying wearing this butcher paper hat on your hear trying to eat. Saturday night we saw the most fantastic show by Cirque du Soliel called "KA". I tell you it was fantastic. So crazy what they can do. I highly suggest it if you are ever down that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgMmIcHgJI/AAAAAAAAAls/30VfUlXNC2g/s1600-h/banner_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgMmIcHgJI/AAAAAAAAAls/30VfUlXNC2g/s200/banner_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348038406742442130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRD8tIsKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/P9yWnbbz-lE/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRD8tIsKI/AAAAAAAAAl0/P9yWnbbz-lE/s200/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043317035184290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgREN4pITI/AAAAAAAAAl8/v_bvK8a9ZNY/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgREN4pITI/AAAAAAAAAl8/v_bvK8a9ZNY/s200/IMG_1561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348043321646850354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was pool day. Planet Hollywood has these two huge pools. It was packed so we grabbed some chairs and caught some rays. I have to say that no matter how awful I look in a swimsuit, there is always someone who looks worse. I'm just saying... &lt;br /&gt;Amanda had her convention so the rest of use went down and walked around old vegas. The Golden Nugget and.... that's the only one I can remember. Pretty sweet. We came back and caught the rest of the NBA finals, boo on lakers for winning, again. But while we were waiting for our pizza by the valet, I saw Ice-T. You know the washed up 80's rapper on Law and Order: SVU. That's two semi-celebrity sightings in a row. How special am I? Sunday night we caught the volcano show at the Mirage and the water show at the Belagio. More walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRsk4zphI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HVVzQAk0xmw/s1600-h/IMG_1564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRsk4zphI/AAAAAAAAAmE/HVVzQAk0xmw/s200/IMG_1564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044015016322578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRs-T0vuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QTYoOjaGQCA/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRs-T0vuI/AAAAAAAAAmM/QTYoOjaGQCA/s200/IMG_1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044021840527074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRtBIFJsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/HpGnwLl3LGA/s1600-h/IMG_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgRtBIFJsI/AAAAAAAAAmU/HpGnwLl3LGA/s200/IMG_1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348044022596576962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was do whatever day. Kelly and I hit the penny slots, got overpriced M&amp;amp;M's at the factory, walked the Venetian, the Miracle Mile shops and then Kelly lost our grocery money at a Texas Hold 'em table. So if anyone wants to make us dinner this week, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really take that many pictures. So sorry about the lack thereof.&lt;br /&gt;While it was a blast, I would be ok if it was a long time before I went back there. Maybe next time I will actually ride some rides. Maybe one day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8087378700951545605?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8087378700951545605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8087378700951545605&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8087378700951545605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8087378700951545605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/06/mormons-in-vegas.html' title='Mormons in Vegas'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SjgMmIcHgJI/AAAAAAAAAls/30VfUlXNC2g/s72-c/banner_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-457693702125790762</id><published>2009-05-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:41:24.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hEaRT Sanford Colorado!!</title><content type='html'>I took a trip to a small town recently. How small you ask? Is population 750 small enough. Dirt roads, horses and cows in your backyard, laundry hanging on the line. I felt like I was in the movie Oklahoma! I wanted to sing. Ok not really. Nevertheless I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my sister Mer, her two kids and I braved the 9 1/2 hour drive. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Cyndi treated us to the Sand Dunes. Since it is a national park four wheelers are forbidden. There were some small streams running through. The water was warm and the kids had a blast playing in the water fully clothed mind you. It was an all day event. Too bad I forgot my camera so no pics from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the Alligator farm. That's right alligators in the middle of Colorado. It was pretty lame and stinky, but it is home to Morris the movie star. He is the alligator in Happy Gilmore and other films. I felt pretty cool watching him just stare at me. I think that is the closest I will ever come to meeting a celebrity. Again I did not bring my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we just hung out and enjoyed being with Cyndi. I don't get to see her very much so it was good to just be there. I did do some pictures of her boys, McCray and Cahl. They are so cute. Cahl is almost 2 and McCray is 4. They are little cowboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was driving day. Somehow the drive home seems to go a lot faster even though it is the same distance. I missed Kelly and my Harley girl. As much as I love Cyndi, it was good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Cyndi already, but can't wait for her to come out this summer, yeah!! Here are pics of the boys and pictures I took from the Sand Dunes website and alligator website.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb-JWPuK4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/hBko0S2gHXY/s1600-h/boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338733844838099842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb-JWPuK4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/hBko0S2gHXY/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCray and his orange boots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8WkLjOgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RNMmvXOXadw/s1600-h/barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731872893745666" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8WkLjOgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/RNMmvXOXadw/s320/barn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A random chair in their backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8Wb1PrKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jqP95t5Yl6g/s1600-h/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731870652705954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8Wb1PrKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/jqP95t5Yl6g/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cahl Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8WFlSreI/AAAAAAAAAlI/D7WAGLvm2B4/s1600-h/cahl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731864680213986" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8WFlSreI/AAAAAAAAAlI/D7WAGLvm2B4/s320/cahl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sand Dunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8V9dVTPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6WA7HqRKWiM/s1600-h/grsa_dunefield_from_zapfall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731862499347698" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb8V9dVTPI/AAAAAAAAAlA/6WA7HqRKWiM/s320/grsa_dunefield_from_zapfall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morris. He is not really missing an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb7y5Ge7fI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wvfgow0S1Io/s1600-h/morris8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338731260034346482" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb7y5Ge7fI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wvfgow0S1Io/s320/morris8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7665526711981465767-457693702125790762?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/457693702125790762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=457693702125790762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/457693702125790762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/457693702125790762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heart-sanford-colorado.html' title='I hEaRT Sanford Colorado!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Shb-JWPuK4I/AAAAAAAAAlg/hBko0S2gHXY/s72-c/boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3170978204486190196</id><published>2009-04-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:00:38.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Rainy Sunday</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one month, crazy! Ok not really once you read. Updates: Camille's uneventful birthday, lots of rain and finally taking the Xterra off roading. Ok it wasn't what you think. It was off road alright, but there is just some undeveloped land by our house that people take their dirt bikes and four wheelers on. We took the Xterra on it.&lt;br /&gt;The Willard friends came down Sunday to keep us entertained. Needless to say we wanted to get out of the house. Kelly has been wanting to prove the X (that's what I call it) can handle its own, so off we went. The pictures I got weren't very good because I was bouncing everywhere. Yes I did freak out at the new car, well new to us, driving on a narrow dirt road with the possibility of rolling over. But it probably freaked the drivers on Bangerter to see a car going the opposite of them on the dirt road. We found a big mud puddle to drive through. I don't know what it is about driving through a big puddle that makes you feel like a kid again. But we sure were all giggling foolishly. I didn't want to post about getting a new car cause that's gay, but I guess it's ok when you are doing something fun in it. I know we are totally big nerds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Happy 26th to me. yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbn32XfI/AAAAAAAAAko/SlCqFDLIDZA/s1600-h/IMG_1554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398205576011250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbn32XfI/AAAAAAAAAko/SlCqFDLIDZA/s320/IMG_1554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbUSZ3EI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tQvltLmeJ0c/s1600-h/IMG_1555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398200318680130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbUSZ3EI/AAAAAAAAAkg/tQvltLmeJ0c/s320/IMG_1555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbG8IwBI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vVzgIWIAIWI/s1600-h/IMG_1550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398196735623186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbG8IwBI/AAAAAAAAAkY/vVzgIWIAIWI/s320/IMG_1550.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTa8-8kwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1OFpM-Qnj8w/s1600-h/IMG_1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398194063053570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTa8-8kwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1OFpM-Qnj8w/s320/IMG_1545.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTasMhjYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sAQc3fGYNpA/s1600-h/IMG_1544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329398189556600194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTasMhjYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/sAQc3fGYNpA/s320/IMG_1544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7665526711981465767-3170978204486190196?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3170978204486190196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3170978204486190196&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3170978204486190196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3170978204486190196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/04/on-rainy-sunday.html' title='On a Rainy Sunday'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SfXTbn32XfI/AAAAAAAAAko/SlCqFDLIDZA/s72-c/IMG_1554.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-1917896544563763493</id><published>2009-04-16T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:13:42.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Nothing new to really post, but I hate when almost a month goes by and you have to look at the same blog post over and over again. I am still looking for a job. Have had a few interviews and even a very eventful four day stint of employment, but other than that still unemployed. I think the fact I haven't gotten a job yet is a sign I am not meant to have a job. Kelly disagrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There really isn't much else going on in our lives. Harley is the same as ever, Kelly is working hard and going to school. We ventured out on a limb and got a new car. That's about as exciting as it gets here in Jaquesville. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did do some pictures of my niece and nephew for Easter. It was a windy day, but the sunniest it's been for a while. I will post a few. I loved doing this little photo shoot, so if any of you need pictures or just want to give me something to do for an hour, let me know. But then again I am sure you know somebody who is starting their own photog business. Who isn't these days? Geez it's almost like you can't be original anymore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeefEoVl_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/HJd7q5SJsbI/s1600-h/easter20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325399341044963314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeefEoVl_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/HJd7q5SJsbI/s320/easter20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Seeee5HtXDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zKthsad9koc/s1600-h/easter19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325399337955318834" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Seeee5HtXDI/AAAAAAAAAj4/zKthsad9koc/s320/easter19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeeeuIBL-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/UmxFelvVEFE/s1600-h/easter11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325399335003828194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeeeuIBL-I/AAAAAAAAAjw/UmxFelvVEFE/s320/easter11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeeeWMNaDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iHr9t8J5lCg/s1600-h/easter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325399328578955314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeeeWMNaDI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iHr9t8J5lCg/s320/easter4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-1917896544563763493?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/1917896544563763493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=1917896544563763493&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1917896544563763493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1917896544563763493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SeeefEoVl_I/AAAAAAAAAkA/HJd7q5SJsbI/s72-c/easter20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6467400314977942138</id><published>2009-03-25T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T11:28:57.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's me! Can't you tell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Scp3Vcz-XQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/J-mzWPTTMuM/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317193520459439362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Scp3Vcz-XQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/J-mzWPTTMuM/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I saw this the other day and got a little excited because that is me way in the small corner on the left hand side. I was just waiting for Harley to go potty. Then I got sad because the guy must have put in that tree to cover up our bbq and added some shrubs along the side because it does not look that great nor is the grass that green. Ha that is awesome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6467400314977942138?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6467400314977942138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6467400314977942138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6467400314977942138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6467400314977942138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-me-cant-you-tell.html' title='It&apos;s me! Can&apos;t you tell?'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Scp3Vcz-XQI/AAAAAAAAAjg/J-mzWPTTMuM/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-752374393378661877</id><published>2009-03-16T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T09:15:55.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, Harry Potter and Harley</title><content type='html'>I figure I'd better update this thing once in a while. To be honest not a whole lot is going on in our lives. Still am jobless, but to be honest I am not looking that hard. I think I like staying at home. No this does not mean a baby Jaques is on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some pictures of Harley, again you say, well she is my only subject that just lays there for me. There is this great site where you can put your own book together called, &lt;a href="http://www.blurb.com/"&gt;http://www.blurb.com/&lt;/a&gt;. I am in the midst of making my own Harley book. It's going to be fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary update: getting better. Our first Sunday alone with them was not quite a nightmare, but still scary. I think we got five minutes of lesson in and then the rest was trying to calm them down. I have learned the value of going to get drinks in the middle of class, playing the whisper game and crayons. Coloring takes up a solid 20 minutes. I love it. This past Sunday Kelly and I were treated to an amazing story from one of our youngins about how he beat up a t-rex and survived with only a skinned knee. Then he built a boat out of legos, stepped back, put his hands on his hips and said "Ah, huh." He was quite pleased with his boat. Also the week before last, if you were worried about the pee-pee heads, your worries are over. I hear a prayer from a child is the most valuable. So the pee-pee heads have been prayed over. I love those kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastley, I was conned into reading the Harry Potter series. So to keep my promise, I just finished book three this morning. I will say a certain vampire novelist has nothing on the fabulous Ms. Rowling. I am amazed at how much imagination and creativity went into these books. To dream up a world like that but also have a significant plot in each book. I hear it has a better ending than a hybrid pregnancy and very disappointed ending where a certain heroine didn't die. When the H.P books first came out I was anti because I was in high school and thought it would be cool to rebel against the masses. So years later I am finally reading them. Don't worry, I celebrate finishing a book by watching the movie. "Jane" said I had to read at least the first six books before the sixth movie comes out. So I guess that will be my big reward for reading that far and I assume I will just want to read the seventh book because I got that far and you can't just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some pics of Harley that Kelly and I did. We found out just how much she loves her ball.&lt;br /&gt;Alright enough of that. Peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sb55PwJfprI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I_FKtAwzFyw/s1600-h/flying2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313817921873487538" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sb55PwJfprI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I_FKtAwzFyw/s320/flying2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sb55PG_7L6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_uW3TqhxyLo/s1600-h/flying1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313817910827495330" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sb55PG_7L6I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_uW3TqhxyLo/s320/flying1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-752374393378661877?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/752374393378661877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=752374393378661877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/752374393378661877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/752374393378661877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/03/whatever-harry-potter-and-harley.html' title='Whatever, Harry Potter and Harley'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Sb55PwJfprI/AAAAAAAAAjY/I_FKtAwzFyw/s72-c/flying2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6977883848566520875</id><published>2009-02-18T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:11:15.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Found Us!</title><content type='html'>That's right the bishopric got to us. We are the new teachers for the CTR5 group. We went last Sunday so they could meet us and get to know us. Oh boy I can tell it is going to be fun already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: why did the blind man want to meet Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child: Cause he wanted to eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child2: I can burp without food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, that's cool, but probably not the most reverent thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child2: blaaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish us luck as we take on this endeavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SZyHNeIYGHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hCf8p_LCtXA/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304263126631848050" style="WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SZyHNeIYGHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hCf8p_LCtXA/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6977883848566520875?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6977883848566520875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6977883848566520875&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6977883848566520875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6977883848566520875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-found-us.html' title='They Found Us!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SZyHNeIYGHI/AAAAAAAAAi4/hCf8p_LCtXA/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2289356836728296182</id><published>2009-02-12T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:27:20.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer up Charlie!!</title><content type='html'>So on a day like today, snowing, cold and gloomy, I try to cheer myself up. I applied for every single job on craigslist, listened to some ABBA and my kindred spirit found this for me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In-N-Out Burger Coming to Draper &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KUTV -- Burger fans in Northern Utah have reason to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;Draper City announced today that the owners of In-N-Out Burger have submitted plans to build a restaurant at the Draper Peaks Shopping Center, located at 12195 S. Factor Outlet Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Draper Mayor Darrell H. Smith said, "We are very pleased to be the first location in northern Utah. Our residents expressed in a survey that this was one of the restaurants they would like to see in Draper."&lt;br /&gt;Draper officials said their city's Economic Development Department has been working with the owners of In-N-Out since last year to bring the popular burger joint to the city.&lt;br /&gt;The proposed restaurant will be over 3,200 square feet, and will feature a drive through and quick-serve restaurant. The owners anticipate hiring between 50 and 60 employees.&lt;br /&gt;No word yet on when the restaurant will open. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draper is out by me kinda, so you will have to come visit us when you come get your burgers. So for all you gloomy gus' out there here is Camille's little pick-me up prescription. We already have news of only the bestest burger joint coming to Utah. If you are still feeling down today, like me, take one of each and go watch Mamma Mia. You will be magically whisked away to an exotic greek island. Ok probably not, but you might feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuB8xWeA59I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SuB8xWeA59I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aren't those boots fantastic?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another classic cheer up song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GVE7lRZuFM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GVE7lRZuFM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2289356836728296182?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2289356836728296182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2289356836728296182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2289356836728296182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2289356836728296182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheer-up-charlie.html' title='Cheer up Charlie!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5223933804941670221</id><published>2009-02-08T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:15:26.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Get It Out of My Head</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to do this for some time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have created a blog where we can share some music.  Basically there is always a song or two that I cannot get enough of for about a week at a time. Sometimes its new, sometimes its old, and sometimes its better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a few songs each week and I would encourage each of you to add a song or two each week that you are currently addicted to. The idea is to share some good music. If you like this idea, please create a link to the blog on your site so that we can attract as many users as possible to get more input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get It Out of My Head -----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks -&lt;br /&gt;Kelly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5223933804941670221?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5223933804941670221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5223933804941670221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5223933804941670221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5223933804941670221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/02/cant-get-it-out-of-my-head.html' title='Can&apos;t Get It Out of My Head'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-11896244627637498</id><published>2009-02-08T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:11:10.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hap, Hap, Happy Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is Kelly's birthday. YEah!! He is 2 and 6 years old. He is officially closer to 30 than he is to 20. Bummer... for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We kicked off his birth celebration Friday night. We had some peeps come over for a winter BBQ. Kelly and I love to marinate stuff, so Thursday night we started our chicken and steak to soak till Friday night. We had a blast. Good food, good company and plenty of reminiscing for the Morgan boys. All you girls know what I am talking about. Of course there was guitar hero, some catch phrase and a little counting game Chase loves to play, so we all humored him by playing it. Chad actually showed up this time, but I'm pretty sure the only reason he did was so he could get us back (those of you who know what I am talking about) by toilet papering our bedroom. I didn't take a picture because I was too mad he used our good toilet paper and not the crappy kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I made omelette's for breakfast. We invited Kelly's fam down for dinner. I attempted to make cafe rio pork salads. I must say they turned out quite well. The only crappy thing is the meat takes forever to cook. I had to start the meat at 8 p.m. Saturday night. But it was worth the effort. Screw actually going to Cafe Rio ever again. I even made their good tomatillo ranch. I must say I am pretty proud of myself. Then ended the night with some card games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kelly shares a birthday with his niece, well her birthday is the 9th. So they had a joint cake and they both opened presents today. We had a great time. Thanks everybody for making the trek down to our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it wouldn't be complete without a small tribute to my hubby. When you read this Kel, know that I am grateful for all that you do. I just love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SY_IJfce4LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4XjH2BvlH6A/s1600-h/mix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300675351823704242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SY_IJfce4LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4XjH2BvlH6A/s400/mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-11896244627637498?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/11896244627637498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=11896244627637498&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/11896244627637498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/11896244627637498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/02/hap-hap-happy-birthday.html' title='Hap, Hap, Happy Birthday!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SY_IJfce4LI/AAAAAAAAAiw/4XjH2BvlH6A/s72-c/mix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4207355673163561144</id><published>2009-01-28T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:31:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I do?</title><content type='html'>It's about quarter to three and I am still in my jammies and haven't showered. Really what do I do all day? Well today I played around with Photoshop CS4. Nothing really different from regular photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqXomDBAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/43p2TCxMlyw/s1600-h/eb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490853542593538" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqXomDBAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/43p2TCxMlyw/s200/eb1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Ebony Ashley's dog. Harley's new bff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqW-KUQ4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/aL6MxXcHupk/s1600-h/cloud3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490842151994242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqW-KUQ4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/aL6MxXcHupk/s200/cloud3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqWlGj0yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JuTq5Lyp8EE/s1600-h/harley2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490835425350434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqWlGj0yI/AAAAAAAAAhE/JuTq5Lyp8EE/s200/harley2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sunbather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqWBUd3UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JqZYqKJ3YtI/s1600-h/harley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296490825820003650" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqWBUd3UI/AAAAAAAAAg8/JqZYqKJ3YtI/s200/harley1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would make a cool picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4207355673163561144?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4207355673163561144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4207355673163561144&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4207355673163561144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4207355673163561144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-do-i-do.html' title='What do I do?'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SYDqXomDBAI/AAAAAAAAAhU/43p2TCxMlyw/s72-c/eb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5792953136216998943</id><published>2009-01-20T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:50:13.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanford in the House!!</title><content type='html'>So Kelly is downstairs drilling holes in my walls and here I am bored again. So I update this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I get this call from my sister in Sanford. She was a little upset because I didn't list her in my top ten of 2008. I remember I gave her grief on her blog because she did a whole thing to her friend Michelle and I got a small mention on another post. &lt;br /&gt;I am not having that. So Cyndi, you asked for a post. here ya go. &lt;br /&gt;Cyndi was the one just before me. Second to last. Bummer for her cause I got all the attention, it took me 20 years to finally admit it. She would tease me and make fun of me all the time, lock me out of our room. I got sick of her being mean to me all the time so one time I hit her on the knee with her own clog. HA. &lt;br /&gt;But as we grew up we became friends, the best of. We started hanging out more and doing sisterly things, whatever those were. She would send me fun cards and notes when I moved to Logan. I know I can always call her to just talk or vent. Then she married some cowboy from our neighboring state and he whisked (more like bound and gagged her) off to Sanford. I miss her tons actually!!&lt;br /&gt;Most pictures are cute and some I know she will get mad at me for. But she asked for a tribute :) &lt;br /&gt;Love ya bootsie!! &lt;br /&gt;P.S. To anyone else who wants a tribute I have plenty of pictures, except if I don't have your picture. Also to other sisters reading this, your time will come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949597328314&amp;amp;site=widget-ba.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949597328314&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/p1/3026418949597328314/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949597328314&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/p2/3026418949597328314/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949597328314&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ba.slide.com/p4/3026418949597328314/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/7665526711981465767-5792953136216998943?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5792953136216998943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5792953136216998943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5792953136216998943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5792953136216998943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/01/sanford-in-house.html' title='Sanford in the House!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-441652483880727770</id><published>2009-01-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:57:43.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since I last posted. Still have no job. Don't worry I fill my days with msn chat, craigslist and the library. That's right. Kelly and I went to the South Jordan library and got cards. Can I tell you it's heaven in there? Sadly all the books on my list were in the teen fiction is that sad or what? Twilight has ruined me forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;I finally filed for unemployment and am looking forward to my first check. I don't really have any job prospects, but don't fret I am searching hard. It's just a different economy out there than it was last time I was unemployed. I am trying to keep my chin up and do the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;So in tradition of New Years and all, it's hard to look back on the year when you are exactly where you were a year ago, but I will attempt to sum it up for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Ten of 2008!!&lt;br /&gt;10. All of my family here for Christmas. Crazy and fun&lt;br /&gt;9. Kelly and I turned 25: it's all down hill from here.&lt;br /&gt;8. Running a half marathon. It's 10 more miles than I ever thought I could run.&lt;br /&gt;7. Moving out of the Granite 6th ward for the 2nd time in my life&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally going to a Jimmy Eat World concert.&lt;br /&gt;5. Beating songs at expert level on Guitar Hero, that's right expert!&lt;br /&gt;4. Doing lots of fun stuff with friends but never bringing a camera to document them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Realizing that growing up isn't as fun as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;2. Kelly going back to school&lt;br /&gt;1. Buying a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always some pics from 2008, not that many this year. I did take pictures from christmas but just haven't uploaded them, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068855964957&amp;amp;site=widget-1d.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068855964957&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p1/1585267068855964957/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068855964957&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p2/1585267068855964957/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1585267068855964957&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1d.slide.com/p4/1585267068855964957/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/7665526711981465767-441652483880727770?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/441652483880727770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=441652483880727770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/441652483880727770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/441652483880727770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2009/01/january.html' title='January'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3990126352827646737</id><published>2008-12-01T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:37:38.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Networking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merry Christmas, you're fired!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I wish it had gone that way. I wish they would have yelled at me and told me what a horrible job I was doing. But instead they thanked me for my hard work and dilligence, but times are tight right now and that I will be "let go" at the end of the month. It took everything I had not to cry in front of my boss and the president of the company. I was shocked, just last week I was told I had a long future with the company. I suppose that was a little to opptimistic of a view. But I was not the only one who was "let go."&lt;br /&gt;I have had many thoughts run through my head today. Certainly one has been that of humbleness. I am grateful for Heavenly Father for looking out for me. I am glad I lost my job now and not when we have a baby to take care of. Harley certainly is a handful, but I think she will be ok with the cheaper dog food. I can't believe how much I have come to rely on a job to get me through life. Yes it is a means to supporting oneself, but it does not define who a person is. I am afraid that I let having a job define me. I was so happy, things were really going well for Kelly and I. But this is just a part of life and I mustn't let this get me down. It is a hard task not to blame the owners of the company and become bitter about the whole thing. Or even to hate the people who still have a job. I guess I am feeling a little unimportant. Obviously my job wasn't that important to the company.&lt;br /&gt;We think we have life all figured out, planned to a T, but I didn't take into account the plan Heavenly Father has in store for me. A realization came to me that life isn't just about us, it is so much more. I am hoping there is a better job out there for me and this is but a trial of my faith. Worse things could have happened. I am grateful that I am only losing my job. God knows what I can handle and what I can't. Even though I think I can't handle this and have a nervous breakdown while driving home, He still made sure I got home safe. There is something great out there for me and this is just a giant shove in that direction.&lt;br /&gt;So I am swallowing my pride and asking for help. At first I wasn't going to tell anyone about this event, but I decided that life is too short to suffer through it alone. So I need help. Anyone reading this blog, yes even you random blog stalkers, please rack your brains for any job leads. Anything right now would be awesome. Networking is one of the best tools out there, so don't be shy.&lt;br /&gt;I am truly grateful for your freindship and support.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-3990126352827646737?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3990126352827646737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3990126352827646737&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3990126352827646737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3990126352827646737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/12/networking.html' title='Networking'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4766789184011779474</id><published>2008-11-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:38:52.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Twist</title><content type='html'>So I noticed on one of my friend's blogs I got tagged to do the go to this folder pick this picture. Well the other day I found a box of all my pictures from the good old days. For this tag I put a little twist on it. Instead of my digital pictures, I closed my eyes and just picked a random picture out. I will admit, I didn't like it, so I did it again and found this little number. Yes, Sarah it is more embarrassing of me than you, but remember how we never won our Y.W. basketball games and I think this game we won or something? So we had to take a picture to commorate. Don't ask on why we had a camera there. For time reference I was either 16 or 17.&lt;br /&gt;That was kinda fun looking at those 'good old days'. I think my next project will be to scan in all those pictures. Don't worry, I'm sure more gems like this will be popping up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know my socks are lame. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSn2ysnSO_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/M2lm11nTC5k/s1600-h/IMG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272016189643701234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSn2ysnSO_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/M2lm11nTC5k/s200/IMG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4766789184011779474?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4766789184011779474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4766789184011779474&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4766789184011779474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4766789184011779474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/11/twist.html' title='A Twist'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSn2ysnSO_I/AAAAAAAAAZk/M2lm11nTC5k/s72-c/IMG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4574616323567217104</id><published>2008-11-17T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:25:07.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Things</title><content type='html'>At 4:15 this morning, Kelly and I woke up to the sound of squealing tires and a loud metal crunch. We jump out of bed worried someone had crashed. From the sound of it, I expected to see some 5 car pile up on Bangerter, but everything looked normal.  We saw rear lights and went to the other room to get a better look. Everything seemed normal. The paperboy was running back to his car and gets in. The car turns around and stuck under the car is an orange construction marker, the tall skinny one. That's what made all the noise. At first, I was glad no one was hurt, then I was mad because someone didn't see the markers and obviously had to do some severe breaking/swerving. Then I laughed because they are stupid.  Then I was mad again because I couldn't go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSG2IfDDuiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9qQnuHd2N_M/s1600-h/ist2_4093346-orange-road-barrier-markers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSG2IfDDuiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9qQnuHd2N_M/s200/ist2_4093346-orange-road-barrier-markers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269693295889725986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number two,  does anyone want the game guitar hero? I think Kelly and I have spent a combined total of probably three days straight playing that damn game. It's so addicting and I love it.  I'm afraid I might have carpel tunnel. Yikes. Ok, I'm not really giving it away, Kelly would be pretty mad. But is there a better game you could play that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSG2enTy3iI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zIVNycgiTcQ/s1600-h/NewsSuggest_MY5FP46D.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSG2enTy3iI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zIVNycgiTcQ/s200/NewsSuggest_MY5FP46D.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269693676064529954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4574616323567217104?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4574616323567217104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4574616323567217104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4574616323567217104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4574616323567217104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-things.html' title='Two Things'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SSG2IfDDuiI/AAAAAAAAAZU/9qQnuHd2N_M/s72-c/ist2_4093346-orange-road-barrier-markers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7913436155012066225</id><published>2008-11-07T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T10:52:42.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to New London!</title><content type='html'>That's my sister, the bestest math teacher ever!! (Amy you are too!!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wfsb.com/video/17931528/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wfsb.com/video/17931528/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7913436155012066225?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7913436155012066225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7913436155012066225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7913436155012066225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7913436155012066225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/11/shout-out-to-new-london.html' title='Shout out to New London!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8941895489106480381</id><published>2008-10-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:44:16.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Like Flynn!!</title><content type='html'>We finally moved into our house last week. It felt like we had a lot of stuff, but once we got it all put away we realized we didn't have that much stuff. The sad thing is, is most of it is just stuff. Crap I have hauled around with me through the college years and never had the heart to throw away. I would open a box and there would be like 3 or 4 shoe boxes full of little things. Next move, I promise to learn how to pack better!!&lt;br /&gt;Harley can't decide if she likes the new house or not. It's like she keeps waiting for us to go back to my parents house. Poor thing. I decided the one downfall is that we don't have a yard, so we have to get up with Harley 3 times a night to take her out. Then I have to get mad at her when all she does is sniff around for forever. My sleep is more important.&lt;br /&gt;The first night we stayed there was a little weird but got better as I realized that this is our house, we own it! Then I had to get dressed in the closet because we don't have curtains yet. Yikes! We do have a few neighbors and have met some of them. I can't wait till the whole courtyard is filled. I included some pics below. They aren't the best, so if you really want to see the house, you have to come visit us :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO3r_KUYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P_EW6TC-i3o/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO3r_KUYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P_EW6TC-i3o/s200/house2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263387308119970178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO3DOy2uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QNdveJDItzM/s1600-h/house4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO3DOy2uI/AAAAAAAAAYc/QNdveJDItzM/s200/house4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263387297179687650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The south side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO294RAuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pJ6a-kj3OJw/s1600-h/house3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO294RAuI/AAAAAAAAAYU/pJ6a-kj3OJw/s200/house3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263387295743017698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The west side. Our room is up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO2CBX6MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RbBg1ozBzNw/s1600-h/IMG_1476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO2CBX6MI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RbBg1ozBzNw/s200/IMG_1476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263387279675091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The west side again. This is our whole townhouse and some of the garage got cut off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPn0XhhJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BWNpe3spZqA/s1600-h/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPn0XhhJI/AAAAAAAAAY8/BWNpe3spZqA/s200/IMG_3533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263388135003358354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen. We don't have a fridge yet, who knew I would ever have to buy a fridge. That's something only our parents do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPnmGsWxI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gHkgSif26Hg/s1600-h/IMG_3530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPnmGsWxI/AAAAAAAAAY0/gHkgSif26Hg/s200/IMG_3530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263388131174669074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the north room. The computer room I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPmacgXkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wMuKkGkVDk4/s1600-h/IMG_3528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtPmacgXkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/wMuKkGkVDk4/s200/IMG_3528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263388110865063490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the master bedroom. I was too embarrassed by our small bed, so I just took pictures of the windows cause they are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtQoE2wszI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8WzpWOKHk64/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtQoE2wszI/AAAAAAAAAZM/8WzpWOKHk64/s200/house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263389238940971826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More master bedroom windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtQn1GlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9bM7JO1M2_0/s1600-h/IMG_3532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtQn1GlQ8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/9bM7JO1M2_0/s200/IMG_3532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263389234712363970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last our empty family/front room. We did buy a couch and that is coming soon. If you think I lay on the floor and watch movies, you are right. Harley does love all the open space for us to play with her. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, our humble home. I have no idea how to decorate, so if you come over, don't judge me. Anyway, well Happy Halloween since I am posting on Halloween. Don't know what we are doing tonight, but it will probably be crazy!! Ok not really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8941895489106480381?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8941895489106480381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8941895489106480381&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8941895489106480381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8941895489106480381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-like-flynn.html' title='In Like Flynn!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SQtO3r_KUYI/AAAAAAAAAYk/P_EW6TC-i3o/s72-c/house2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2599323615706969959</id><published>2008-10-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:10:07.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things Tag</title><content type='html'>I guess if two people tag you, you have to do it. Yeah for tags and gags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV shows that I watch:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Fringe&lt;br /&gt;3. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;4. Pushing Daisies&lt;br /&gt;5. The Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Hills ( I have to write this small because I don't like to admit it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Kath and Kim&lt;br /&gt;8. Family Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I did yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate Dinner&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to the gym&lt;br /&gt;4. Hung out with Harley&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched some TV&lt;br /&gt;6. Breathed&lt;br /&gt;7. Read a little bit of my book&lt;br /&gt;8. Thought about the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Places I love to eat:&lt;br /&gt;1. In the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;2. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;3. Training Table&lt;br /&gt;4. Paradise Bakery&lt;br /&gt;5. Chipotle&lt;br /&gt;6. Johny Corrinos&lt;br /&gt;7. Pei Wei&lt;br /&gt;8. Your mom's ( I ran out of idea's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. CHRISTMAS!!!! cause my whole family will be together this year!&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving into our house&lt;br /&gt;3. Skinny Jeans, yes I will own a pair one day&lt;br /&gt;4. Taking a nap later&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting a couch and refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;6. Colder weather&lt;br /&gt;7. Wicked, it's coming to Utah and will be here over my birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;8. A certain movie coming in November only because I can't wait to see how bad it will suck. Kristen Stewart thoroughly depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on my wish list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Skinny body, yes I had to put that on there.&lt;br /&gt;2. A new bedroom set with a king size bed.&lt;br /&gt;3. A puppy. Harley is getting lonely.&lt;br /&gt;4. A road bike to ride in the summer&lt;br /&gt;5. World Peace (I put that one so I don't look shallow)&lt;br /&gt;6. For Kelly to get a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;7. Kids (well not right away, but eventually)&lt;br /&gt;8. For this post to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2599323615706969959?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2599323615706969959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2599323615706969959&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2599323615706969959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2599323615706969959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-things-tag.html' title='8 Things Tag'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8785303426646010622</id><published>2008-10-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:33:44.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously So Bored!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I have some "down-time" at work. So I was thinking about the people I search on google. People that interest me. I have compiled this list. Maybe this is more to entertain me than you. Don't worry I am not a stalker or obsessed with any of these people. It's just like when you read your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; magazine. Don't judge me. Whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley Williams, lead singer of Paramore.  The reason I looked her up is because she is probably what 17 or 18 and already is making more money than I ever will my in my whole life. Paramore toured with Jimmy Eat World and we were at that concert. I liked their stuff and she has an amazing voice. The only thing I know for certain is she will probably sell out just like Avril. How I know? Well anyone who would write a song just for the Twilight movie is bound to sell out. (P.S. I hate to admit this, but it is a good song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPeg2pHBGgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Y2K8jzfgfgQ/s1600-h/2e6b53cb1cbbb0_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPeg2pHBGgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Y2K8jzfgfgQ/s200/2e6b53cb1cbbb0_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257847950587009538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carah Faye, former Shiny Toy Guns band member. She has a cool voice and she just looks bad ass. I don't really read much about her, I was just curious to see what she looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPegmVbfZnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IUbL4zpodaE/s1600-h/Growl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPegmVbfZnI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IUbL4zpodaE/s200/Growl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257847670426265202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat Von D,  L.A. Ink. OK I probably wouldn't get as many tattoos as she has. I don't think I could handle to get one even. But I think she is pretty cool. Don't really know why. I guess she just seems really confident and doesn't care what anybody thinks. She just does her own thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPehkT3NkwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RpojaS7zdm0/s1600-h/kat-von-d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPehkT3NkwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/RpojaS7zdm0/s200/kat-von-d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257848735157555970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Paige, actress most known as Juno. Juno has been added to my all time favorite movies. My sisters tell me my personality is just like Juno's. Someone told me I looked like Juno. I don't think so. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPeiGX1G3pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wnI8w85WpY8/s1600-h/little_miss_ellen_paige____by_cweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPeiGX1G3pI/AAAAAAAAAYE/wnI8w85WpY8/s200/little_miss_ellen_paige____by_cweeks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257849320338022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a way random post, but I think you can tell a lot about a person by the people that interest them.  Like one thing all these people, to me, have in common is their individuality. They are all doing what they love, I'm assuming. So there ya go. My question is, who interests you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8785303426646010622?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8785303426646010622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8785303426646010622&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8785303426646010622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8785303426646010622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously-so-bored.html' title='Seriously So Bored!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SPeg2pHBGgI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Y2K8jzfgfgQ/s72-c/2e6b53cb1cbbb0_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8144451736313188629</id><published>2008-10-08T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:13:15.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly "da man" Jaques</title><content type='html'>Since none of you care about Harley, I will use this post as sort of an apology to Kelly. We were playing Dr. Mario on the wii last night and sometimes it makes me really crazy angry. Needless to say I said some really hurtful things to Kelly(which are too insane to post). So sorry, Kelly. I am posting this tribute to you. I stole this one from Meagan's space. Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is his name? Kelly Jaques. No middle name, but he gave himself "da man" because he is the man. &lt;br /&gt;2. Who eats more? He does by far. I have to give him some of my food to finish so I don't feel bad about not eating it.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who said I love you first? He did. It was the night of my sister's wedding and he was dropping me off at home and just said it. And yes I said it back.&lt;br /&gt;4.Who is taller? Kelly, although I don't think I really know how tall he is.&lt;br /&gt;5.Who is smarter? Umm, we are equal. But I think he is definitely more philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;6.Who is more sensitive? Me by far. Kelly can just let things roll off his back.&lt;br /&gt;7.Who does the laundry? Mostly me. But he helps me fold it. I am very particular about how things get washed. One time I got mad at him because he washed something in warm water. I know, he should never be allowed to do laundry again.&lt;br /&gt;8.Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? We kinda play musical sides. Sometimes I will wake up on the other side of the bed and have no idea how that came to be. But I guess it just depends on who has to get up earlier so they sleep by the alarm clock which is on the left side.&lt;br /&gt;9.Who pays the bills? Me, but he makes the car payment.&lt;br /&gt;10.Who cooks more? good question.&lt;br /&gt;11.Who is more stubborn? Me, I am a girl so naturally.&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is the first to admit they are wrong? Well Kelly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes&lt;/span&gt; me admit I am wrong sometimes. Does that count if it's forced?&lt;br /&gt;13.Who has more siblings? Of course I do, the big utah mormon family.&lt;br /&gt;14.Who wears the pants in the relationship? hmm we both take charge sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;15.What do you like to do together? Everything. I like to consider us laid back people so we can be happy doing just about anything.&lt;br /&gt;16.Who eats more sweets? This one is mine. &lt;br /&gt;17.Guilty Pleasures? Don't really know. Sometimes I watch the Disney channel. He likes chick flicks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;18.How did you meet? We met at good ol' matchmaking Icon. I remember meeting him and Chad Covill (the morgan boys) and they threw stuff over the cubicle at my friend Erin and it hit me too. He says the first time he remembers me is we both were helping move some cubicle walls at Icon. Sorry not a cool story. &lt;br /&gt;19.Who asked out who first? Well if I remember correctly I asked him to see Pirates of the Carribean and I thought it was a date because I paid, and he asked if he could bring his friend Chase along. So take it for what it's worth. &lt;br /&gt;20.Who kissed who first? Kelly has this one. We were just hanging out in my apartment and he said there was something we hadn't done yet and it started with a 'k'. I said kiss and he got a little red "actually, I was thinking cuddle." I then informed him cuddle was with a 'c'. So we cuddled and don't worry he kissed me.  &lt;br /&gt;21.Who proposed? Kelly did. Angels Landing in Zions is sort of a special place for us. We decided to go to St. George last minute and invited the Anderson's with us. Genna was prego at the time so they made the excuse she couldn't make it to the top, so Kelly and I hiked up to Angels Landing. We were the only ones up there except for some amish people or were they Mennonites? Who can tell the difference these days. Anyway he was sitting behind me and he was still breathing hard and his heart was pounding. He kept talking about stupid things and I remember thinking "what is wrong with him? the hike wasn't that hard?" So finally I just asked what his deal was. He said "this" and I look down and there was my ring on his pinky finger. So he proposed to me "on top of a mountain!" &lt;br /&gt;22. His best features and qualities? His best features are in his face. I love to watch him sleep sometimes because he looks like a little kid (no I don't have pedophile tenancies). I know it means personality wise, but I am still so attracted to Kelly, I think it's a good thing. Kelly is so selfless. He always has the concerns and needs of other people on his mind. He works hard and is going to school full time and working full time right now. That's some hard work. &lt;br /&gt;He loves to have fun, which is a good thing being married to me. When I ask him about his day he tells me rather than just say "fine." He is a great listener. I know he will do well being a counselor because he genuinely cares. He likes trying new things and pushes me to get out of my comfort zone.  &lt;br /&gt;And for some crazy reason he loves me and puts up with all of my bull. He makes me want to be a better person. And anyone that can do that must be living a pretty good life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SO0honOgh1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/UgbfWuJwy24/s1600-h/kel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SO0honOgh1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/UgbfWuJwy24/s400/kel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254893321819555666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8144451736313188629?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8144451736313188629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8144451736313188629&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8144451736313188629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8144451736313188629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/10/kelly-da-man-jaques.html' title='Kelly &quot;da man&quot; Jaques'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SO0honOgh1I/AAAAAAAAAXc/UgbfWuJwy24/s72-c/kel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8557964409237550543</id><published>2008-10-07T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T21:52:35.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin!!</title><content type='html'>I decided I don't really have anything to post because we are about to close on our house and we are poor. We do cheap stuff with our friends but never bring a camera. And I am tired of looking at the same post for a month so I am doing one about Harley. She is our beloved Harley girl. &lt;br /&gt;We have had her for two years. We got her as our first anniversary gift to each other. The day we got her we weren't even planning on getting a dog. &lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted a boston terrier since the one Zyrtec commercial with "Baxter". Kelly found an ad in the paper for boston puppies. She was a pretty good deal for being pure bred. I knew if we went to go look at her we would end up getting her and sure enough we did. I wanted to name her Bell, but Kelly said he couldn't yell that name across the park and feel manly about it. The next day or two we went through a myriad of names but nothing fit. Since we both liked Harley Davidsons I just said "why not Harley?" and it stuck. Yes, Kelly can still feel manly reprimanding her.&lt;br /&gt;We decided our dog has to be cool so we taught her some tricks. She can stand up and dance in a circle. Balance a treat on her nose while she balances on her haunches. She can shake, roll-over, beg and walk. She will go running with me since I have slowed down quite a bit. Harley has to sleep in between us at night. Kelly bought her a bed, but it was really a cat bed and is a little too small for her. (don't worry she still tries to curl up in it.)She loves to play and she is so smart. Whenever she doesn't understand what you are saying she cocks her head to the side and perks her ears up. I know I sound like I am gloating over a child, but Harley pretty much is our child. I even have nic names for her: Har, quin, Harlequin, quinny, missy moo, fart bag (she has really stinky farts), bat dog, etc...So here are some pics of Harley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-78.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068854212216&amp;amp;site=widget-78.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068854212216&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p1/1585267068854212216/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068854212216&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p2/1585267068854212216/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=1585267068854212216&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-78.slide.com/p4/1585267068854212216/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/7665526711981465767-8557964409237550543?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8557964409237550543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8557964409237550543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8557964409237550543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8557964409237550543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/10/harlequin.html' title='Harlequin!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4615577803945603412</id><published>2008-09-17T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:20:44.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update!</title><content type='html'>Only one more month till it is done!! Hopefully it will be done by the schedule date, October 15. I went to go check it out tonight but it was locked. I guess that is a good thing so homeless people don't sleep there at night and steal our tub. The schedule said they should be painting this week and then putting up cabinets and the tile flooring. I couldn't get in to see, so let's hope they are on schedule. They have started to put up the siding , so it's starting to look like a townhouse. One picture is of a broken window. Hope that get's fixed pronto. Then a view from our house of the new temple.&lt;br /&gt;We are getting excited and starting to plan a big house warming party we are apprently throwing. Just kidding, I don't think anyone wants to drive out to bfe, cause that's where we will be living. Awesome! P.S. the girl in the picture is none other than Amy Patricia Bateman. She's a good friend of mine. I dragged her out there cause there was nothing else to do tonight and we had seen all the good movies already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxPXJ3GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/C6hcoIZZ8Cc/s1600-h/house1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxPXJ3GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/C6hcoIZZ8Cc/s400/house1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247210082777291874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxf8MAJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i6SMklSAYnw/s1600-h/house2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxf8MAJI/AAAAAAAAAW8/i6SMklSAYnw/s400/house2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247210087227588754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxv5nOII/AAAAAAAAAXE/nFLBXUZoRAg/s1600-h/amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxv5nOII/AAAAAAAAAXE/nFLBXUZoRAg/s400/amy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247210091511756930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxynJgdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/v9WvdExtQ_k/s1600-h/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxynJgdI/AAAAAAAAAXM/v9WvdExtQ_k/s400/window.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247210092239618514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVyM5Y_cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p2tDsoe3JsY/s1600-h/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVyM5Y_cI/AAAAAAAAAXU/p2tDsoe3JsY/s400/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247210099295452610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4615577803945603412?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4615577803945603412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4615577803945603412&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4615577803945603412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4615577803945603412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/09/house-update.html' title='House Update!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SNHVxPXJ3GI/AAAAAAAAAW0/C6hcoIZZ8Cc/s72-c/house1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7912837010229177058</id><published>2008-09-11T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:09:25.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>I try to not post stuff like this because sometimes I think it would be lame, or boring to read. But I was just thinking about 9/11 and just trying to remember what I was doing that day. I was a freshman in college and I was the last to leave the apartment that day. My roommate had left the t.v. on and I thought that was odd. But as I was eating my breakfast, it suddenly hit me what was being reported. I was awestruck. I couldn't believe what was happening. It still seemed so far away from little old Logan Utah, but at the same time it was our country that was being attacked.&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me as I was out the door and pretty much told me that this was a sign of the times and that the second coming was near. I just laughed because she is a kook like that sometimes. Some of my classes were canceled that day and some teachers acted like nothing was happening and we needed to move on with the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to admit this but whenever I watch a memorial ceremony or some of those cheesy videos that went around soon after, you know what I'm talking about, I get a little teary eyed. I realize how much we take for granted. Kelly is taking some sort of communications class and one assignment was describe a "right" that everyone in the world should have. I couldn't think of any that we didnt' already have. We are "seriouslysoblessed" to be able to have this great country to live in. I know sometimes that we aren't the best example to the world, but how many women can say they can leave the house without their husbands permission, or hold a job? How many people can say they truly have freedom of speech? (ok don't get all politically correct on me, I am just trying to make a point). I'm talking world wide.&lt;br /&gt;I will stop this rant, but just take a moment today to remember we have it pretty dang good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://911research.wtc7.net/wtc/info/docs/twin_towers1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://911research.wtc7.net/wtc/info/docs/twin_towers1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7912837010229177058?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7912837010229177058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7912837010229177058&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7912837010229177058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7912837010229177058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2328042594062116317</id><published>2008-09-02T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:18:16.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SL3Xdf6FOwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/40CCfB3DAp4/s1600-h/arg-cat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241582443110415106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SL3Xdf6FOwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/40CCfB3DAp4/s400/arg-cat1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope the term "its never too late" has some truth to it. Cause I, Kelly, returned to school today. I have known for a long time that I should continue my schooling but have always thought of a reason, no matter how irrelevant, not to. So I did what I have done with many other things in my life which is don't think, just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am enrolled at Argosy University located in Draper. I have always struggled with larger schools having so many programs that is seems like they choose quantity over quality. Argosy only has two focuses, Psychology and Business. It will take just as many credits to get the degree but more courses are targeted toward my degree rather than broad classes that every student of every program has to take. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The schooling is quite convenient because most courses are online and/or online. You choose what works for you and if you struggle you can go to campus. This works great for me 'cause I am still working full time while I go to school full time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do I want to do in Psychology? After I get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bachelors&lt;/span&gt; degree, I will get my masters in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt;/Family Counseling. Then if I still have the stamina, I will get my PhD in Organizational Psychology. So if all gos to plan, I will have the credentials to be a private counselor and also make a living working with multiple corporations to improve their companies work morale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wish me luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2328042594062116317?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2328042594062116317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2328042594062116317&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2328042594062116317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2328042594062116317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SL3Xdf6FOwI/AAAAAAAAAWs/40CCfB3DAp4/s72-c/arg-cat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-1585440773532849069</id><published>2008-09-01T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T07:58:47.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me Explain</title><content type='html'>Being the avid reader of the Jaques' blog that you are, you may have noticed Kelly commenting on me dressing up as a giant frog for charity. So I will take the opportunity to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Tuesday I think, our company was contacted by Make-A-Wish Foundation about getting some Signing Time! DVDs for a little boy with down-syndrome. He had two wishes: a big screen t.v. and for Signing Time! DVDs. So Rachel (the host and co-creator) decided it would be a fun surprise to present them to him herself. Passing by my desk she jokingly asked if I would dress up as Hopkins (akin to blues clues or some child mascot you know). I thought about it. I really wanted to go see a movie that night, but when she told me what it was for, I decided to do it. We met back at the office later that night and went to present our donation to him.&lt;br /&gt;Now this costume consists of a green stir-up suit. I looked like the Grinch. Then were some shorts and shirt that went over the suit. Then come the feet and gloves. I couldn't walk or get my chapstick open. The head has a little fan it in to dispel the hot air and hopefully stinky breath you have. I practiced a little walking in the feet, but they were the size of swimming flippers.&lt;br /&gt;We had to hide a little when we got to the M.A.W building. But when we came out, Rachel, Alex, Leah and me dressed as Hopkins, Rhett(the little boy) didn't quite know what to make of it. He was a little scared of Hopkins, but eventually warmed up and kept giving Hopkins high fives and knuckles. His family was so excited and surprised that we came. Rhett was so cute and was so excited to see his favorite characters. I had fun walking around and greeting other children. Sadly I did make a baby cry. She just wasn't sure about me, well Hopkins rather.&lt;br /&gt;I can't describe the joy I felt seeing this little guys face light up. I won't go into detail about his and his family's struggles, but the whole family was so excited to see us there. It was well worth the hot muggy suit just to see the smile on Rhett's face. I now wish I worked at M.A.W and could see that every day as my job. As small of a part I was in this little boy's life, I am so grateful for the small opportunity to make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to &lt;a href="http://www.rhettsjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rhett's family blog &lt;/a&gt;and I included some pic's of me making my debut as Hopkins the frog. Rachel is in the orange sweater, Alex is in the orange shirt, Leah is in the purple tank. Rhett is being held by his dad, he is in a green shirt. Me of course the large frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLwp6RphWRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/b0Kq4-rPB9c/s1600-h/RhettMakeAWish025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241110147499120914" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLwp6RphWRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/b0Kq4-rPB9c/s400/RhettMakeAWish025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLwp6aApfHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4gKYixPMlqE/s1600-h/RhettMakeAWish026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241110149743606898" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLwp6aApfHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/4gKYixPMlqE/s400/RhettMakeAWish026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-1585440773532849069?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/1585440773532849069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=1585440773532849069&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1585440773532849069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1585440773532849069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-me-explain.html' title='Let me Explain'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLwp6RphWRI/AAAAAAAAAWc/b0Kq4-rPB9c/s72-c/RhettMakeAWish025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8408190862936980913</id><published>2008-08-26T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:40:40.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Buying A House!!!</title><content type='html'>The loan process took forever but has finally come through, therefore..... I present to you our new home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have looked at hundreds of homes and it seemed like nothing felt right, unless it was for a lot more then we could afford. Then we found this development near Daybreak, which for those of you who don't know is in the S/W part of Salt Lake. Let me tell you, it is so nice to go from looking at dirty old homes built in the 70's, with absolutely no personality, to a brand new home in which everything is new and to our specifications. And oddly enough they cost the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a town home but it is part of a courtyard setup. Basically the units are connected but not in a row, but in a half circle, if that makes sense. We purchased the largest one which takes up one whole side. Which is awesome for two reasons. Our front door is separate from the rest, all the other units in the courtyard seem like their doors are too clustered. But the best reason is we are within a half mile of the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple and we have a great view of it. Let me tell you, it makes for quite the backdrop during sundown. The house will be complete in mid October. I have included a few pics for you to get an idea of what it will be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit its a little different but we love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-09.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385373638153&amp;amp;site=widget-09.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385373638153&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p1/2594073385373638153/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2594073385373638153&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p2/2594073385373638153/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2594073385373638153&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-09.slide.com/p4/2594073385373638153/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you have seen identical homes in Farminton its because you have. This development has units with the exact same design as the ones in Farmington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8408190862936980913?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8408190862936980913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8408190862936980913&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8408190862936980913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8408190862936980913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-buying-house.html' title='We Are Buying A House!!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2444887427950566452</id><published>2008-08-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:47:32.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anni to the Jaques!!</title><content type='html'>So I was going to save this for work because sometimes I get a little bored, but tonight I got even more bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, August 20, 2005 Kelly and I got hitched in the San Diego temple. It was awesome. We got to sit in the celestial room forever. We requested a small room but because we were the only ones to get married at the time they gave us the biggest sealing room in the temple, too bad there weren't that many people. I don't remember much of the sealers comments, but I just remember feeling completely happy. After the sealing we exchanged rings. Funny story: when Kelly proposed to me he put the ring on the right finger, wrong hand. I did the exact same thing when we exchanged rings in the temple. Ok not that funny but I thought it might be. We were greeted outside by friends and family members, took pictures and then headed over to Tom Ham's Lighthouse. We had an awesome view of the San Diego harbor and there was the best moon ever. Then Kelly and I headed off to our honeymoon (to do it ;). We stayed in San Diego and went to Sea World. We walked down to the beach and just enjoyed the fine weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly looks back on the past three (well five if you count the time we spent dating) years and his favorite memories are the night rides we would take to just get out. My favorite memories are when we can just laugh about nothing and it seems to last for hours. Kelly is always able to stay calm when I freak out. He says I worry enough for the both of us. He is optimistic, me not so much. I am funny, Kelly not so much. Just kidding. I push to get us to go to church, Kelly pushes the snooze button. Kelly thinks about deep, meaningful things, I mostly just think about anything funny or music related. He likes Quinten Tarentino, I like classics and musicals. Kelly calls "Thoroughly Modern Millie," "Inconveniently Milly," because he can never remember the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough about us. I included some pics of us mainly because I get bored at work and watch them over and over and laugh at the stupid memory behind the picture. Lame I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068853348850&amp;amp;site=widget-f2.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068853348850&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p1/1585267068853348850/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068853348850&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p2/1585267068853348850/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068853348850&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p4/1585267068853348850/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2444887427950566452?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2444887427950566452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2444887427950566452&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2444887427950566452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2444887427950566452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-anni-to-jaques.html' title='Happy Anni to the Jaques!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7427101099484411626</id><published>2008-08-04T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:00:30.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Nazi Tag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;"&gt;The blog Nazi tagged me again and then got mad at me for not doing it.  So here's to you Mrs. Phillips, hope this entertains you at work.  Just kidding totally love you tons, my Willard friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to play this game of tag: Post these rules on your blog. List: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Joys:&lt;br /&gt;-Reading a good book.&lt;br /&gt;-Running at six in the morning (even though I don't do it now. Sometimes it's just the best feeling to be alone out there.)  &lt;br /&gt;- Writing something that I know only I will read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Fears:&lt;br /&gt;-Failure as a person and not knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;-Money i.e. not having enough, having too much and being stuck up. having just the right amount, but always wanting more.&lt;br /&gt;-Settling for mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Goals:&lt;br /&gt;- To get into a our own house by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;- Get my school loan paid off.&lt;br /&gt;- To get my photography website going. (it's been on the back burner for a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Current Obsessions/Collections:&lt;br /&gt;- Music. Any kind finding new bands, or old ones that I never listened to before. (except country)&lt;br /&gt;- Kelly, sure why not. I think about him all the time. &lt;br /&gt;- Youtube. If I hear a song I like, I have to look up the music video during down time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Random/Surprising Facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;- I'm the baby of the family&lt;br /&gt;- I hate fish, the smell, the look of them and texture.&lt;br /&gt;- I still have my tonsils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it. I can't tag anyone because almost everyone I know has done this one. Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7427101099484411626?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7427101099484411626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7427101099484411626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7427101099484411626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7427101099484411626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-nazi-tag.html' title='Blog Nazi Tag!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-3810769084367091014</id><published>2008-07-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:44:38.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Me, Me!</title><content type='html'>So I have seen this floating around on peoples blogs. I can't decide if I like it or not. But since I am totally narcissistic, egotistical and self-involved (thank you thesaurus) I decided to give it a whorl. But since I love Kelly just as much as I love myself... I guess you could post faves about him too. Or me and him. But if you don't know me, I suggest you get to know me. Because frankly I am the coolest around. And if you don't know me, then you don't know that I am very sarcastic and quite frankly a smart-ass. Let's have some fun shall we?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Directions: Leave a comment on my blog about a memory of you and I together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, just whatever you remember.Then repost this on your blog to see who leaves comments for you!Let's reminisce, it'll be fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-3810769084367091014?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/3810769084367091014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=3810769084367091014&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3810769084367091014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/3810769084367091014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/07/me-me-me.html' title='Me, Me, Me!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5101307069505262179</id><published>2008-07-03T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T23:13:33.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Must Go"</title><content type='html'>I know this is a total rip-off from a radio morning show, but I have been mentally adding things to my list of things that must go. For any of you who do not know what I am referring to, its a thing that bothers you, so much that they should be eliminated from the face of the earth. And it just feels nice to have them be heard. I invite each of you to add something(s) of your own that you simply cannot stand anymore on the comments page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kelly's List&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When you hold a door open for a complete stranger and the person pushes the door open that final two inches of the doors capacity as they walk through, sometimes they do this while thanking you at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who do not wave to show their graditude when I let them into traffic. If they wave they are fine and I feel good about myself, if they do not then I can feel the rage boiling up inside me. There is no gray area in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Reality Shows and anyone who believes that none of them are scripted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How some car doors unlock to the left while others unlock to the right. I always lose that 50-50 guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cyclist that ride in traffic, but become 'pedestrians' when they come to a red light and ride through the crosswalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-When fast food joints like McDonalds uses the word "fresh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Diehard sports fanatics who probably couldn't run to their mailbox without having a heart attack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nascar, go ahead and keep it just reduce it to ten laps or something, then it would be interesting how crazy it gets when they go balls to the wall rather then a ridiculously long endurance race with pitstops and tire changes. Its no wonder no one can watch it without a beer in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-People who declare themselves to be Democratic or Republican, lets be honest, both parties are souly devoted to fighting with the other and have lost all desire to do what is best for the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Those two insets on the tops of hangers (designated for hanging womens shirts like spaghetti string and others). They catch the collar of my tee shirts everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on for days but I will finish up with one more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fall Out Boy and Panic at the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camille's List&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Stupid Bosses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Girly girls, you know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Flu, cause it just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mondays, have they done anyone any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Diet Coke, Sorry Judy, Sorry Erin, but it must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Acne in odd spots, like your back and your butt.....no, I do not have butt-ne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to hear some of yours. We will not "tag" anyone. Its a free country, do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5101307069505262179?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5101307069505262179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5101307069505262179&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5101307069505262179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5101307069505262179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/07/must-go.html' title='&quot;Must Go&quot;'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-1355298867601313943</id><published>2008-06-19T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:10:44.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soapbox Moment!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id316"&gt;  I don't normally post stuff like this, but I can't stop thinking about it. Today on the Radio From Hell morning show, on X96, they do a segment called "ask a..." and various people from all walks of life have come on. Today was ask an excommunicated mormon. I was intrigued as I am mormon, LDS, whathave you. The lady that was on was excommincated for speaking out about doctrinal issues. Her deal was with the treatment of women in the church, the fact women don't hold the priesthood and her husband had been excommunicated previously. I don't agree with her, but decided to hear her out. She was going on about how no one tried to have a discussion with her and try to answer her questions. She likened the high council to the communist party. She can have her beliefs, but she has to be silent about it to be able to stay in the church. She wrote articles against this principle of the church and had them published. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id317"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id321"&gt;  This struck me in a couple of ways. No loving bishop, or stake president would just tell you to be silent, they would try to resolve issues and after that if you still have problems and try to persuade others to believe against the doctrine then that's when disciplinary action is taken. How can you claim to be part of any church, claim to have a testimony but not believe in every single aspect? I admit I struggle with some things (and am not perfect by any means), but I try to understand them spiritually and temporally. I don't want to judge her as she is entitled to her opinions and beliefs. But as far as the church is concerned, they were right to do what they did. She cannot represent Christ, represent the church, but speak out about one of the most important principles of the church. It's just too contradictory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id318"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id322"&gt;   Personally, I wouldn't want the priesthood. Think about it, if women held the priesthood along with their other callings, being a mother and so forth, what would the men do? Elder Dallin H. Oaks said, "Men are not the priesthood." The priesthood is a gift from Heavenly Father to bless all his children. The men hold the priesthood to bless everyone. Yes, some men abuse this gift and some women abuse their gifts as well. Nobody is perfect. I can see how someone could see this as men are treated better than women. But at the same time, they must not fully understand or have the slightest testimony of the priesthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id319"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id323"&gt;   Sure being a young woman I thought the boys were treated better beause of the activities they got to do. I just thought the people in the ward were jerks for not being willing to take the young women boating too. I didn't ever think it was just because they had the priesthood. People tend to lump the members as the gospel. Members are not perfect, but the gospel is. I think that is all too often tied together. If you have a true testimony of the gospel, you would realize and differentiate this fact. I know Satan uses this against us. Many people fall away from the church because of the way members live and act, not because of the gospel and it's principles. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id320"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id324"&gt;   I know I am on a huge soapbox right now, but someone called in and made the comment that the reason people get defensive about the church and it's doctrines is because they are insecure. Quite the opposite my friend. I rise to the defense because it is something I love and know to be true. I think  non-mormons are just don't understand the church. They see it as an archaic religious institution. But I am glad the church will always be the same it does not change, no matter what century. If your religion reflected the attitudes of mainstream society, then it would be the church of the world, not the church of God. He is the head of the church, not the world. Thankgoodness for that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-1355298867601313943?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/1355298867601313943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=1355298867601313943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1355298867601313943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1355298867601313943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/06/soapbox-moment.html' title='Soapbox Moment!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2594141655874727811</id><published>2008-06-10T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:03:55.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights! Camera!... We're dorks!</title><content type='html'>So Kelly got me some studio lights for my birthday and we finally set them up last week. We were trying to figure out how to syncronize everything, figure out how it worked. Once we, (Kelly really, I came down later) figured it out, we decided to have some fun testing out the lights. I was looking at the pictures and said to Kelly, "we are so blogging these". So here for your enjoyment, to entertain you at work, and to embarrass me, our attempts at being professionals with lights. I have to tell you, it wasn't easy using the timer then trying to pose. We almost knocked the camera over a couple of times. It was fun though, I didn't want to go to my relief society meeting that night. Lucky for me it was canceled. I didn't edit any of these so that you may awe at them in their full glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-83.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068851376515&amp;amp;site=widget-83.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068851376515&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p1/1585267068851376515/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068851376515&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p2/1585267068851376515/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068851376515&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-83.slide.com/p4/1585267068851376515/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2594141655874727811?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2594141655874727811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2594141655874727811&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2594141655874727811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2594141655874727811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/06/lights-camera-were-dorks.html' title='Lights! Camera!... We&apos;re dorks!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6544464119941322306</id><published>2008-05-28T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T22:17:19.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolder Boulder, or if you like, More Bold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id101"&gt;Sea Level is for sissy's. That's right running at elevation 5000+ feet, is not easy. This last Memorial Day, Kelly and I participated in the second biggest race in the United States, 54,000 people participated. It was the Boulder Boulder 10k (6.2 miles). I would have to say it was the funnest race I have done. The hole town of Boulder gets into it. There were people outside of their houses offering water, fruit, beer-I mean carbs-, one house had a mudslide and even cupcakes- the cake you can run with. I followed a guy who was juggling the whole way. Some runners were dressed in costumes. By the time I was done, I didn't feel like I had run 6 miles. Cyndi stayed with me the whole time and we finished in 1 hour :13 minutes. Kelly finished in 54 minutes. This was my first 10k, and Kelly's as well. I know, do a 10k before a half-marathon, but I'm just not generic like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id102"&gt;We arrived in Boulder Friday night. The city is gorgeous green, it's like city in the mountains.&lt;/div&gt;Saturday we picked up our packets and just walked around the booths that were set up. That was insane, there were so many people there. Sunday we drove to Estas Park, about 35 miles away. How you know this quaint town? There is The Stanley mansion or hotel where 'The Shining' was filmed. We were going to tour it, but it cost money and to be honest we weren't that interested. So we found this little amusement park and drove go-karts and bumper boats. I must have been playing too much Mario Kart because I kept wanting to throw a red turtle at the stupid kid in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id103"&gt;Monday was the race. It was perfect weather, overcast. Meredith, Cyndi, Cyndi's friend Michelle, Kelly and I were the runners. So I don't have any pictures of us finishing or starting because there was just too many people and all of my photographers were running. So here are some cute pics of the kids at Estas Park and pics from the Bolder Boulder web site. P.S. the red shirts we are all wearing say "whydoyourun.com". We got them free from a booth and if we were wearing the shirts during the race, they would write down our bib number and there was a chance to win something. None of us won :( PSS I had to wait for our Boulder pics to be posted. That's why it took me a week to update this one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-01.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068850397953&amp;amp;site=widget-01.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068850397953&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p1/1585267068850397953/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068850397953&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p2/1585267068850397953/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068850397953&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-01.slide.com/p4/1585267068850397953/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6544464119941322306?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6544464119941322306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6544464119941322306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6544464119941322306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6544464119941322306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/05/bolder-boulder-or-if-you-like-more-bold.html' title='Bolder Boulder, or if you like, More Bold!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6018220899378169439</id><published>2008-05-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T11:07:03.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan Schmogan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id47"&gt; So it's this time of year that was always my favorite in Logan. Things were really starting to get green and warm. My favorite street in Logan was 2nd East from about 10th north to 2nd north. The trees just hung over the street and it was just awesome. I never got to take a picture of it, well because I would have been hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id51"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id41"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id38"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id34"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id31"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id29"&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id27"&gt; I will admit I do miss Logan, but only in the summer. There was just tons of stuff to do outside, we were only an hour away from Bear Lake. Good times. So I was looking through some pics of Logan and I will post some of my favorite spots. Why? Because I have nothing else to post and Amanda gets mad at me that I hardly ever update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id28"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMNW4J3u3I/AAAAAAAAASo/gcyOhnBXKk8/s1600-h/bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202516681225124722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMNW4J3u3I/AAAAAAAAASo/gcyOhnBXKk8/s320/bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id30"&gt;This is up at the outdoor ampitheater on Old Main Hill. I would ride my bike up here to sit, think, sleep or read. It was just a great place to watch the sunset. I also had a great view of the temple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id52"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id32"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMOGoJ3u4I/AAAAAAAAASw/eBk77DRM54s/s1600-h/bridge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202517501563878274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMOGoJ3u4I/AAAAAAAAASw/eBk77DRM54s/s320/bridge1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id33"&gt;This bridge was up at 1st or 2nd dam, one of the damn dams. I would run on the river trail and would stop at the bridge and spit over one side and hurry to the other side to see if I could see it floating. Don't judge me, you know you've done that sometime in your life. Plus it was just a cool spot to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id35"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMOmIJ3u5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/e1m63iyt1hY/s1600-h/cloud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202518042729757586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMOmIJ3u5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/e1m63iyt1hY/s320/cloud.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id36"&gt;This is in Sardine Canyon right before the disappearing lake. This isn't a favorite spot because I hated driving through that canyon, but it sure is a cool picture. At least I think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id37"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMPPIJ3u6I/AAAAAAAAATA/1b9FBZ66Z8Y/s1600-h/gias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202518747104394146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMPPIJ3u6I/AAAAAAAAATA/1b9FBZ66Z8Y/s320/gias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id39"&gt;I just like the name of the restaurant. The food is soso and is overpriced. The name was also a nickname for getting 'some', like "do the gia." Don't ask where it came from. I'm not even sure that I made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id40"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMP5oJ3u7I/AAAAAAAAATI/ISZE3JDjg7k/s1600-h/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202519477248834482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMP5oJ3u7I/AAAAAAAAATI/ISZE3JDjg7k/s320/a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id44"&gt;This is the alley in between the bookstore and.... I forget.... on Main street. It always reminded me of an alley you would get mugged in. But I think the door at the end is the White Owl. Kelly and I went around "downtown" Logan one night just taking cool pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id43"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMQzIJ3u8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DjZdDv_EjUE/s1600-h/IMG_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202520465091312578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMQzIJ3u8I/AAAAAAAAATQ/DjZdDv_EjUE/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id50"&gt;The old roller rink which had been closed for long time by the time I took this. One of my friends got proposed to here. Not a favorite spot, but a landmark nonetheless. I skated there once and was afraid I was going to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id53"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id48"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMRmYJ3u9I/AAAAAAAAATY/dexfsfCE_mk/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202521345559608274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMRmYJ3u9I/AAAAAAAAATY/dexfsfCE_mk/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id49"&gt;I think this was in the parking lot of Old Navy and we just happened to have a camera with us. I have seen some of the best sunsets ever in Logan. So there you have it. My little visual ode to Logan. I was always saying I wanted to move out of there, glad I did mind you, but you have to admit it is really pretty up there. &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/7665526711981465767-6018220899378169439?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6018220899378169439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6018220899378169439&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6018220899378169439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6018220899378169439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/05/logan-schmogan.html' title='Logan Schmogan!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SDMNW4J3u3I/AAAAAAAAASo/gcyOhnBXKk8/s72-c/bench.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8370655342360202760</id><published>2008-04-15T21:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T09:02:31.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Eat World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id11"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWGZVQnN3I/AAAAAAAAARg/S06-ltFz4Ck/s1600-h/logo_white_sticker_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189701915376039794" style="WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWGZVQnN3I/AAAAAAAAARg/S06-ltFz4Ck/s320/logo_white_sticker_lg.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy Eat World has been a favorite band of mine ever since Bleed American came out. When I found out Kelly liked them just as much as I do, I knew it was meant to be. They have come to Utah a couple of times and we finally went to a concert of theirs on April 14. It was down at the McKay Events Center at UVU. We went with some friends, Chase and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;The first band was Dear and the Headlights, never heard of them before. They were ok I guess. Then Paramore played second. They were pretty good live. None of us really knew any of their songs except for their most popular ones: crushcrushcrush, misery business. We felt like the oldest ones there. A bunch of teenagers were rocking it out in front of us. I'm pretty sure one of the kids was gay. And I quote from him, "I don't even know who Jimmy Eat World is." How can you not know. But Paramore was pretty good and might be worth checking out.&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy played last. They opened with Big Casino. They played a lot from Bleed American, Futures, Clarity and Static Prevails. It was awesome. Despite half the crowd leaving after Paramore, it was just cool to be there. I wanted to rock out and be 16 again, but you can't be the only one in your group dancing around. But I still loved the experience. Kelly said he enjoyed himself as well. I decided I wouldn't be too sad if I never went to a concert like that again. I hated being at least 5 years older than everyone else. oh well, "rock on young savior, don't give up your hopes!!"- Jimmy Eat World, Big Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQFQnN4I/AAAAAAAAARo/-7bR8SW94gM/s1600-h/c&amp;amp;k3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705054997133186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQFQnN4I/AAAAAAAAARo/-7bR8SW94gM/s320/c%26k3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG we are totally at a concert without our parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQVQnN5I/AAAAAAAAARw/ZITN9z0q3n8/s1600-h/a&amp;amp;c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705059292100498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQVQnN5I/AAAAAAAAARw/ZITN9z0q3n8/s320/a%26c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love Jimmy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQlQnN6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0hxp7prYg34/s1600-h/c&amp;amp;k2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705063587067810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQlQnN6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/0hxp7prYg34/s320/c%26k2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocking out the free cd, that we lost somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQ1QnN7I/AAAAAAAAASA/rHXaulKEHrw/s1600-h/c&amp;amp;a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189705067882035122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWJQ1QnN7I/AAAAAAAAASA/rHXaulKEHrw/s320/c%26a1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that face Chase, not sure if that is the&lt;br /&gt;correct rock on signage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWKY1QnN9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/C0ciLJY2AjU/s1600-h/jew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189706304832616402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWKY1QnN9I/AAAAAAAAASQ/C0ciLJY2AjU/s320/jew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..the sweetness will not be concerned with me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWKZVQnN-I/AAAAAAAAASY/AbaJ5WX7470/s1600-h/jew2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189706313422551010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWKZVQnN-I/AAAAAAAAASY/AbaJ5WX7470/s320/jew2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crimson and clover, over and over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189706313422551026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWKZVQnN_I/AAAAAAAAASg/u3IbmciTiiM/s320/paramore_wp_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;This is Paramore, fyi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8370655342360202760?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8370655342360202760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8370655342360202760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8370655342360202760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8370655342360202760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/04/jimmy-eat-world.html' title='Jimmy Eat World!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SAWGZVQnN3I/AAAAAAAAARg/S06-ltFz4Ck/s72-c/logo_white_sticker_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2242166633900317452</id><published>2008-03-19T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:22:14.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employed!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R-HzgHyMtbI/AAAAAAAAARY/R9suiOlS1uA/s1600-h/st.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R-HzgHyMtbI/AAAAAAAAARY/R9suiOlS1uA/s320/st.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179688779623740850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camille finally got a job!!! After 6 long months of being unemployed and a bout of working a crappy phone job for two months, it's over now. I started at Two Little Hands Productions last Friday, the 14th. My title is Accounting Assistant. So a lot of data entry. But it pays pretty good, and the company and people are really great to work for. Not to mention one of my good friends, since we were 8, got me the job. So I get to see Katrina everyday. &lt;br /&gt;The company produces the Signing Time dvds. It teaches kids to learn sign language and communicate that way. It has been a huge success. You can check out their link if you really want to at www.signingtime.com. I am really happy so far and plan to stay with the company for awhile. Thank you to everyone who kept your eyes and ears open for me. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say not having a job made me think about life and what I wanted to do. Obviously, this is not my career choice, but it is a stepping stone to help get me to where I want to be. It provides an income so I can get more photography equipment, take classes and other such necessities. I have decided happiness is what you make of it. Things, jobs, can't make you happy. It's what you make of the situation. I'm starting to think the harder the trial, the happier you are when it is over, if it's ever over. I'm much much more grateful for what I have. There I am done and will step off of my soapbox. Thank you and goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2242166633900317452?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2242166633900317452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2242166633900317452&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2242166633900317452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2242166633900317452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/03/employed.html' title='Employed!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R-HzgHyMtbI/AAAAAAAAARY/R9suiOlS1uA/s72-c/st.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4221675471570042088</id><published>2008-03-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T10:17:59.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Abstract camera phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w_1Kaj_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dKadJw7lbZ8/s1600-h/canon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w_1Kaj_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dKadJw7lbZ8/s320/canon4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173580254503239250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it! I took pictures of my 35mm camera. This camera my brother gave me. He bought it in like ninety-eighty-something to take on his mission. So thats where my photography passion really took off. That was about three or four years ago. Kelly got us our digital camera that is my 35mm digital equivalant. I have to say it's one of the best things we ever bought. Harley has her picture taken almost everyday. I was bored and thought of some cool angles. Some news to announce, I am going to post my photography website. Where you come in, I need a cool name. I was going to do Blur Photography, but that was already taken. So if you can come up with a cool original name, I will give you a prize. Sorry no pictures of me, but seriously it will be something cool. Start thinking and just post it in the comments section.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Gqaj_hI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kzQ8RZrZJBw/s1600-h/canon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Gqaj_hI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kzQ8RZrZJBw/s320/canon1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173575057592811026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Haaj_iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NdJt3vi_ER8/s1600-h/canon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Haaj_iI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NdJt3vi_ER8/s320/canon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173575070477712930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7H6aj_jI/AAAAAAAAARA/tiIEDcmC414/s1600-h/canon3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7H6aj_jI/AAAAAAAAARA/tiIEDcmC414/s320/canon3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173575079067647538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Iaaj_kI/AAAAAAAAARI/ixK_Rf-auic/s1600-h/har2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w7Iaaj_kI/AAAAAAAAARI/ixK_Rf-auic/s320/har2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173575087657582146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ok so I threw a picture of Harley in. She is so freakin cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4221675471570042088?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4221675471570042088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4221675471570042088&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4221675471570042088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4221675471570042088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-abstract-camera-phase.html' title='My Abstract camera phase'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R8w_1Kaj_lI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dKadJw7lbZ8/s72-c/canon4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4302077543869130933</id><published>2008-02-23T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:48:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Biling "08</title><content type='html'>We were fortunate enough to have wonderful friends who'd invite us to go snowmobiling to their cabins. Last weekend the 16th, we went with Katrina and Michael to his family's cabin. The snow was packed down enough and the trail was great, so getting into the cabin wasn't too hard. We stayed Saturday to Monday. I don't think we did one thing all weekend. It was just nice to relax and hang out with great friends. Sunday night the moon was amazingly bright so we went for some moonlit rides. Monday we just played on this huge hill. Michael snowboarded down it, Kelly tubed down it and Katrina and I hung out and tubed on the smaller hills. I drove a snowmobile for the first time. It was easier than I thought it would be once I got the leaning down. Sunday was cold and windy. We tried to go out and play, but the dogs were whining too much. So was I. We hunkered down watched some movies, played the Wii. It was really a lot of fun. We took Harley with us. At first she wasn't sure if she liked all the cold and the two other bigs dogs, but once they started to play with her, she was all for it. She loved running in the snow, but would come over to me when her paws got too cold. What a little baby. But she felt like a big, outdoor dog. We had her ride with us on the mobile a couple of times. She sat in between me and Kelly and stayed there, to my amazement. She loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Josh and Jessica invited us up to his family's cabin. We had a little bigger group this time. Josh and Jessica, me and Kel, Amanda and Chase and Jenny and Eric. Mostly Morgan boys, but we had fun. We got in around 8 Friday night. The trail was hard to find, but we made it up eventually. We all stayed up late just talking and the boys told stories about their crazy high school days. We slept in Saturday and chilled. Some went for a morning ride, then came back. We all went down to this meadow area and played, sledded and rode around for quite a while. Some old English man got lost. He skied all the way down from Powder Mountain. "Where the bloody hell am I?" It was awesome. So Eric was nice enough to take him back up. Chase tried to jump his mobile, but couldn't get the ski's in the air. I drove the mobile around for a bit. We all had a blast. We went back to the cabin, had lunch, then took off for home. I will admit it was kinda a random group, but we had fun. What a way to finish off a night with none other than shakes from Steph's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to Josh and Michael for use of your cabins and great company. There were a lot of pictures so I just combined the weekends. I can't wait for summer to come, that's four-wheelin season, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1585267068839526172&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068839526172&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/1585267068839526172/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1585267068839526172&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/1585267068839526172/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/7665526711981465767-4302077543869130933?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4302077543869130933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4302077543869130933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4302077543869130933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4302077543869130933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/02/biling-08.html' title='&apos;Biling &quot;08'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8907416126715343482</id><published>2008-02-08T10:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:29:07.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Kelly!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6yfPl2tSLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ywLjJZPkoDY/s1600-h/k5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6yfPl2tSLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ywLjJZPkoDY/s320/k5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164677962895542450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Kelly's birthday. The big 2-5. An old man now, a quarter of a century old. He had to work today, but tonight we will probably go out to dinner and then we are stayin at the Little America Hotel in Salt Lake for just a small get-away. &lt;br /&gt;Kelly, I don't tell you enough how much I love and appreciate you. You certainly are the best thing that has happened to me. I won't get to sappy on the blog where everyone can read it, but know that I love you. Happy Birthday Sparky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6yd2l2tSKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/twgidnKpssE/s1600-h/k29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6yd2l2tSKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/twgidnKpssE/s320/k29.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164676433887185058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydC12tSFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PwPZlf4m914/s1600-h/k11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydC12tSFI/AAAAAAAAAOk/PwPZlf4m914/s320/k11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675544828954706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydDF2tSGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8hKkcugmBQc/s1600-h/k18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydDF2tSGI/AAAAAAAAAOs/8hKkcugmBQc/s320/k18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675549123922018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydDl2tSHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oHZ2D1JkfJY/s1600-h/IMG_0790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydDl2tSHI/AAAAAAAAAO0/oHZ2D1JkfJY/s320/IMG_0790.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675557713856626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydEF2tSII/AAAAAAAAAO8/TphK_fyyv9Y/s1600-h/k38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6ydEF2tSII/AAAAAAAAAO8/TphK_fyyv9Y/s320/k38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675566303791234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some of my favorite Kelly pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8907416126715343482?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8907416126715343482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8907416126715343482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8907416126715343482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8907416126715343482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-kelly.html' title='Happy Birthday Kelly!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R6yfPl2tSLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ywLjJZPkoDY/s72-c/k5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2572699460302714201</id><published>2008-01-28T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:37:23.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, Gagged and Bagged</title><content type='html'>I will admit I am not a fan of the tags because it's like those one forwards of getting to know you emails when you already know the person. But I figure this one isn't so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Things about me in no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born c-section&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate being dirty&lt;br /&gt;3. I am addicted to chapstick&lt;br /&gt;4. Kelly is my favorite person in the whole world. He is so cool and he doesn't even have to try. &lt;br /&gt;5. If I could get paid to just read books I would die happy&lt;br /&gt;6. I was a tomboy when I was little. Still kinda am. &lt;br /&gt;7. Motorcycles, any nice car, drives me crazy in a good way. &lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite season is Fall. &lt;br /&gt;9. I broke my left pinky toe when I was four. &lt;br /&gt;10. I like the Indigo Girls, I even went to their concert with my sister who was pregnant at the time. &lt;br /&gt;11. I want to have kids one day, but am scared I will be a crappy mom. &lt;br /&gt;12. Breakfast at Tiffanys is one of the most boring movies I have ever watched. I put that because I just finished watching it.  &lt;br /&gt;13. I love being challanged. &lt;br /&gt;14. Sudoku's puzzles keep me up at night because I keep doing them. &lt;br /&gt;15. I hate smelling like food. &lt;br /&gt;16. I have never worked in a food establishment.&lt;br /&gt;17. The smell of dog pooh makes me gag. &lt;br /&gt;18. I love the smell of my own perfume. Weird, kinda. &lt;br /&gt;19. I hate being alone. &lt;br /&gt;20. Photography is my new passion.&lt;br /&gt;21. I am scared of failure. &lt;br /&gt;22. I love to write, got a degree in it, but I don't want to write for a living. &lt;br /&gt;23. My favorite candy is those gummy strawberries from black forrest. &lt;br /&gt;24. I hate the smell of peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;25. My ringtone is 'Bathwater' by No Doubt. Ha&lt;br /&gt;26. I co-own a Britaney Spears cd, before she became a whore. &lt;br /&gt;27. I have a short temper.&lt;br /&gt;28. Smokers should be shot, they are going to die anyways. &lt;br /&gt;29. Politics piss me off. &lt;br /&gt;30. I love fires, camping or in the fireplace. &lt;br /&gt;31. I love being the center of attention except on my birthday. &lt;br /&gt;32. I secretly think I have dissasociative identity disorder. (look that one up)&lt;br /&gt;33. Stephenie Meyer is my new idol because she can write about vampires and make it interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;34. I want to become a spin teacher. &lt;br /&gt;35. I am scared of dying. &lt;br /&gt;36. I tried to make a kite out of a plastic sack once. I tied it to our plum tree. My told me to take it down because it looked tacky.  &lt;br /&gt;37. I would not want to relive any part of my life. I'm all about looking forward. I figure the best part of my life is still to come. &lt;br /&gt;38. I love playing the piano, but get crazy nervous to play infront of anyone. &lt;br /&gt;39. I had an article published when I was in high school. I have a pen that proves it. &lt;br /&gt;40. I keep all the notes my friends wrote me in high school. I have every letter and card anyone has ever written me.&lt;br /&gt;41. I cheated on a spelling test once. &lt;br /&gt;42. The Grudge scared me so bad I had to sleep with the lights on.&lt;br /&gt;43. My fingernails go purple when I get cold. &lt;br /&gt;44. I regret not contuing to play soccer when I was younger. &lt;br /&gt;45. I have many ambitions but am scared I will never accomplish them.&lt;br /&gt;46. Lived in Utah my whole life and have never been skiing. Ever. &lt;br /&gt;47. I like the Harry Potter movies, but refuse to read the books.&lt;br /&gt;48. I ran away from home to my friends house, but my dad came and got me later that night. &lt;br /&gt;49. Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the week. &lt;br /&gt;50. It's hard to let people get to know me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have a list of things about me. I will make Kelly post one. I'm sure he will love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-2572699460302714201?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2572699460302714201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2572699460302714201&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2572699460302714201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2572699460302714201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-gagged-and-bagged.html' title='Tagged, Gagged and Bagged'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4320603502748035239</id><published>2008-01-20T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T19:16:56.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. George Half-Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QONKeTxjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qZZduO0tAkw/s1600-h/hm6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QONKeTxjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qZZduO0tAkw/s320/hm6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157763092558628402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it!! 13.1 miles baby, ya!! I had trained for three half-marathons and finally ran one. You may ask, is it worth it? Well looking back on running in 20 degree weather at night, aching joints, giving up my Saturday mornings to run and paying to run in a race, ya it was worth it. And if you don't understand that, then you must not be a runner. Just kidding I am sure there is something in every one's life they would put that much effort and time into to achieve. &lt;br /&gt;My sister Meredith and I started training in October. I got sick with a nasty sinus infection three weeks before the race so I missed a long run. I did my best and pulled a 2 hour and 50 minute finish time, Mer pulled a 2 hour and 27 minute time. Go Mer!! This was both of ours first half- marathon. I stayed with her for about the first 3 miles and then she took off. Somewhere in between mile 1 and 2 there was these two horses running in their pen and one got so excited at all the comotion, he jumped over the barbed wires and started running through the neighborhood. We laughed the rest of race. Don't worry we drove by later and the big fella was back in his pen. The rest of the race was just a struggle to keep my head in. I made some friends along the way, but I had to beat them to the finish line so I left them after a while. I thought my knees were going to give out at mile 10, but I had to keep going. Luckily I only had three more miles to go. I finished as strong as I could. Now I am done till the next race.   &lt;br /&gt;We got into St. George Friday night, picked up our packets and then ate a huge carbfilled dinner at the Pizza Factory, I loved it. I ate so much bread. Saturday morning the race started at 9 a.m. After the race I enjoyed a freezing cold bath, and then a long soak in the hot tub. We just hung out the rest of the day and headed home Sunday morning. Besides the long a-- run in between it was a relaxing weekend. I included some pics of the race. Mer was sneaky when she came in so everyone missed taking pictures of her coming in. Thanks to my family for coming to support me. Thanks for the flowers Pam and Bret, for thinking of me. To Mer for putting up with my whining and training with me. Also a big shout out to Kelly for believing in me and not letting me give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCMaeTxeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2H8IsFSb8j0/s1600-h/hm5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCMaeTxeI/AAAAAAAAAN0/2H8IsFSb8j0/s320/hm5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749885534193122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCMqeTxfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LNMYW_aigoA/s1600-h/hm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCMqeTxfI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LNMYW_aigoA/s320/hm4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749889829160434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCM6eTxgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/H2iFAH5bAxE/s1600-h/hm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCM6eTxgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/H2iFAH5bAxE/s320/hm2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749894124127746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCNKeTxhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aj-O4huPmbM/s1600-h/hm1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCNKeTxhI/AAAAAAAAAOM/aj-O4huPmbM/s320/hm1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749898419095058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCNKeTxiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EqiwOGk8reY/s1600-h/hm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QCNKeTxiI/AAAAAAAAAOU/EqiwOGk8reY/s320/hm3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157749898419095074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4320603502748035239?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4320603502748035239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4320603502748035239&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4320603502748035239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4320603502748035239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/01/st-george-half-marathon.html' title='St. George Half-Marathon'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/R5QONKeTxjI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qZZduO0tAkw/s72-c/hm6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-361399336412701947</id><published>2008-01-04T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:24:25.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 is gone!</title><content type='html'>I normally don't do this, but since I have nothing else to post, I will do a look back on the year 2007. Kelly and I turned 24 and also celebrated our 2nd year of wedded bliss. We moved twice during the year and Harley turned 1. It was a good year, we were pretty blessed. Kelly made a triumph return to Varsity and I returned to a call center which I vowed never to do again. We went on our first cruise, moved out of Logan and experienced a crazy fire next to our house. Harley ran away on the fourth of July and Kelly and I slept downstairs hoping she would return. A family found her wandering the streets the next night. Some good friends of ours finally got married, and we got a new nephew. In tradition I keep with an old friend, here is my top ten list of favorite memories of 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Lowes catching on fire&lt;br /&gt;9. "it's just up the canyon"&lt;br /&gt;8. BBQ's at Devonshire&lt;br /&gt;7. Becoming a brunette &lt;br /&gt;6. Moving out of the house of mold &lt;br /&gt;5. Spider Pig &lt;br /&gt;4. Summer night drives &lt;br /&gt;3. Moving out of Logan &lt;br /&gt;2. Owning a Wii &lt;br /&gt;1. the Cruise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make a resolution this year mainly because I slept through midnight on new years eve. (i was sick ok). But I have an idea of what I want this year to be. I want to quit doing jobs to just get by and to start doing what I love to do. I want to finally run a half-marathon. I started training for two but never ran them. I want to stop being mediocre and start being great, to live up to my potential. Well, since people only really care about pictures, I have posted some of my favorite pictures I took this year. Most of them are of Kelly and Harley. Go figure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/view_slideshow_player?p=4aa7713c9d1d824fd8eb20" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="500" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=4aa7713c9d1d824fd8eb20&amp;skin_id=402&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link?p=4aa7713c9d1d824fd8eb20&amp;skin_id=402&amp;source=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/slideshow_player_link_image/4aa7713c9d1d824fd8eb20/402.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=slideshow&amp;utm_medium=txt5" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Free MySpace slideshows, photo and video editing at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&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/7665526711981465767-361399336412701947?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/361399336412701947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=361399336412701947&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/361399336412701947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/361399336412701947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-is-gone.html' title='2007 is gone!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2216058581262657543</id><published>2007-12-09T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:42:18.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ChRIstMaS PaRtY!!</title><content type='html'>This was supposed to be an ugly sweater party, but not many showed up in an ugly christmas sweater. We had a blast at Chase's moms house. She was out of town so we took advantage of his big house. Feel like high school again? You bet. There was so much food, it was insane. Don't worry there was plenty of lil' smokies to go around. We played some Wii and pictionary. The guys won again, but next time they won't. Everyone had fun catching up on old times and what we are up to now. A couple people made gingerbread houses, Lindy's fell down, Amanda's stayed up. Just thought I would mention that. It was cute while it was up, Lindy. We finished the night with a forever long pictionary game. All in all we had a good time, stuffed ourselves and stayed up late. Next year will be bigger, badder and more pictionary. Ha, we will see about that last one. So get an ugly christmas sweater because next time it may be mandetory. 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It was great. We had some pretty dirty words and some hard ones. I freakin got crank shaft. All I have to say is what the hell?!! It was boys against girls. I'm sorry to say the boys won, but next time we won't be so easy on you. I won't explain the pictures you have to guess them. The one where it looks like hairy balls, it's actually cottage cheese butt. That's all I am saying. So we need to get a big group together and play, it will be a classic blast. I put a link to some movie clips too, so just click the link after the pictures.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG1VOiV9I/AAAAAAAAALo/H0VLdPmzAt8/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914819852294098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG1VOiV9I/AAAAAAAAALo/H0VLdPmzAt8/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG11OiV-I/AAAAAAAAALw/wHX10TL6qCM/s1600-h/IMG_1167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914828442228706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG11OiV-I/AAAAAAAAALw/wHX10TL6qCM/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG2VOiV_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/cVPlVwPsMGU/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914837032163314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG2VOiV_I/AAAAAAAAAL4/cVPlVwPsMGU/s320/IMG_1171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG21OiWAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-BuWvmWZ2EI/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914845622097922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG21OiWAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/-BuWvmWZ2EI/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG3FOiWBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uAjLUH_2vHo/s1600-h/IMG_1173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914849917065234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG3FOiWBI/AAAAAAAAAMI/uAjLUH_2vHo/s320/IMG_1173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvHOFOiWCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0N2_m5KaebQ/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132915245054056482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvHOFOiWCI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0N2_m5KaebQ/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=4355c8f53015a63e2a8742&amp;amp;skin_id=406&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url"&gt;http://www.onetruemedia.com/shared?p=4355c8f53015a63e2a8742&amp;amp;skin_id=406&amp;amp;utm_source=otm&amp;amp;utm_medium=text_url&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-195948079901815856?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/195948079901815856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=195948079901815856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/195948079901815856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/195948079901815856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictionary-time.html' title='Pictionary Time!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RzvG1VOiV9I/AAAAAAAAALo/H0VLdPmzAt8/s72-c/IMG_1166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6414192229444443870</id><published>2007-11-04T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T19:29:31.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My AbSTraCt Guitar phase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7KVOiVyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_IVwBYSSgj0/s1600-h/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132901986490013474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7KVOiVyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_IVwBYSSgj0/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7I1OiVwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p4LNCBm83tE/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132901960720209666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7I1OiVwI/AAAAAAAAAKA/p4LNCBm83tE/s320/g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Ok. I took some pictures of my guitar because I was extremely bored one day. Since I was unemployed at the time I was brushing up on my artistic skills. I think they look cool. You have no idea how hard it is to pose the camera, put it on a timer and then try to pose. I have to laugh, you can laugh at me, but I think they look great. Let me know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7HFOiVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dJF5lcQwHN4/s1600-h/IMG_2356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132901930655438578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7HFOiVvI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/dJF5lcQwHN4/s320/IMG_2356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7JlOiVxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aK5NhU4nZUs/s1600-h/down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132901973605111570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7JlOiVxI/AAAAAAAAAKI/aK5NhU4nZUs/s320/down.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6414192229444443870?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6414192229444443870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6414192229444443870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6414192229444443870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6414192229444443870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-abstract-guitar-phase.html' title='My AbSTraCt Guitar phase'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Rzu7KVOiVyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_IVwBYSSgj0/s72-c/IMG_2370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5294110142835323633</id><published>2007-10-31T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T19:04:23.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Halloween Night Was A Thriller!!!</title><content type='html'>On Halloween night, we joined our good friends Micheal and Katrina who were nice enough to get us tickets to see "Thriller" performed by Odyssey Dance Theatre.  The show was at the Kingsbury Hall at the University of Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry6HqPHoLnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eT0O6sG8Ft8/s1600-h/o37u87sd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry6HqPHoLnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eT0O6sG8Ft8/s320/o37u87sd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129186185304354418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those you who have never seen this show I would strongly recommend getting tickets for it next year. Let us know and we will go with you. The dancers were very impressive, the stage lighting and effects were amazing, and most of all it was actually quite funny.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you an idea, I will tell you about a few of the scenes.  Of course, there was the dance sequence from Micheal Jackson's music video.  There was a scene where the ballerina from "The Nutcracker" came out to dance to the "Nutcracker Suite", halfway through the number Jason from the "Friday the 13th" series came out and simply shot her to the ground and the audience loved it.  One final thing to help you get the idea of what happens at this show,  one of the notorious characters in the show was Lorena Bobbitt, the lady who cut off her husbands manhood back in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry6H0fHoLoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o_7F46iqF3Y/s1600-h/kcpaqq37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry6H0fHoLoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o_7F46iqF3Y/s320/kcpaqq37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129186361398013570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5294110142835323633?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5294110142835323633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5294110142835323633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5294110142835323633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5294110142835323633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-halloween-night-was-thriller.html' title='Our Halloween Night Was A Thriller!!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry6HqPHoLnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/eT0O6sG8Ft8/s72-c/o37u87sd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5271478885425578003</id><published>2007-10-29T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:21:37.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry58YfHoLlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dhJiEqg8Suc/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129173785733770834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry58YfHoLlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dhJiEqg8Suc/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry58Y_HoLmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h_GGagLd1RA/s1600-h/IMG_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129173794323705442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry58Y_HoLmI/AAAAAAAAAJA/h_GGagLd1RA/s320/IMG_1161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately we missed the invite to carve pumkins with the Phillips, Ralls, Veticas, and the Richards. But we did make sure to get some pumpkins on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't find a pumpkin carving book and kit this close to Halloween, so we had to do it from scratch with kitchen knifes. It helped us to realize just how nice those little cheap tools you get in the kit really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5271478885425578003?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5271478885425578003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5271478885425578003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5271478885425578003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5271478885425578003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/11/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin Carving'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/Ry58YfHoLlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dhJiEqg8Suc/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5179662107444216899</id><published>2007-10-26T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T17:55:25.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Mexican or a Mexican't?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=40f6014e460344d3c6557b" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="312" height="310" wmode="window" allowFullScreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=40f6014e460344d3c6557b&amp;skin_id=801&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:312px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=40f6014e460344d3c6557b&amp;skin_id=801&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/40f6014e460344d3c6557b/801.gif" style="border:0px;" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt1" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make an on-line slide show at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we went on our first cruise ever!! We went to Mexico. We left 10-19 and came back on 10-25. It was so nice not to have to do anything. Our bed was made when we came back from breakfast and then it was turned down when we came back from dinner. And in cruise tradition, there was some animals made out of towels. Our cabin was kinda small. We didn't have a port hole to look out of, but don't worry they put a fake window in so it would seem like we weren't in that small of a room. We had two beds in the cabin, Kelly wanted to push them together, but to be honest it was nice to have my own bed. Sorry Kell. We went with Carnival, "the fun ship", and our ship was called the Elation. We went with some friends Kelly grew up with, Josh Cragun and his wife Jessica. Then some other people from Morgan were there as well. We all sat at the same table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our stops were Cabo San Lucas, La Paz and Encenada. It just kept getting dirtier each city we visited. Encenada was the worst. People would just send their kids to beg and they wanted you to buy their chicklets. One kid would not get out of my way and he even put his hand up to stop me. We went kayaking in Cabo and saw some pretty cool rock cliffs and I went snorkeling for the first time. La Paz was kinda lame so we just went to the beach. It was really windy there because of tropical storm Kiko. We were worried that it would turn in to a hurricane, but we were lucky. We saw this little pufferfish roll up on the beach with the tide. I felt bad for it so I made Kelly throw it back into the ocean. But come to find out from other people, there was pufferfish rolling up on the sand all over the beach, so our fish we tried to save probably just died anyways. Then in Encenada everyone said to go see the blowhole, or the natural phenomenon as they call it down there. It really blowed. It wasn't cool at all. Plus we had to walk past all these merchants who practically pull you into their shops. We didn't really want any of their cheap crap, except Kelly wanted a soccer jersey, but we never found one. Then the city of Encenada was just lame. Same old stuff we saw in the other cities. But it was just a cool experience to see another country and be able to appreciate all that we have. Now I understand why they want to come to our country. Plus the tour guide to the blowhole told us that minimum wage there was 55 cents. So be glad if you are making more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all it was just a good experience and now that we can cross a cruise off our list, we can start having kids. Ha just kidding, that won't be for awhile. If you haven't done a cruise I recommend it. Maybe next time we will do a Carribean or an Alaskan cruise. Well thanks for reading this hole thing, so enjoy the pictures and what not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5179662107444216899?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5179662107444216899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5179662107444216899&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5179662107444216899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5179662107444216899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-you-mexican-or-mexicant.html' title='Are you a Mexican or a Mexican&apos;t?'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-6589099307754587473</id><published>2007-09-21T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:09:49.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fore!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKN43okiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nfUoamLwEls/s1600-h/kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170779157369378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKN43okiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nfUoamLwEls/s320/kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly loves to golf, so I thought it would be fun to take the camera along one time. We went to The Barn in North Ogden. I golfed one hole, but drove the cart around the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKLo3okfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2e6BYUDcxrw/s1600-h/chase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170740502663666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKLo3okfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2e6BYUDcxrw/s320/chase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Chase, one of Kelly's good friends. He would get mad when Amanda, his wife, and I would talk when they were teeing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKMI3okgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m4v3buV0PNI/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170749092598274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKMI3okgI/AAAAAAAAAHo/m4v3buV0PNI/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda is a crazy golfer. But she makes it fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKNY3okhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yX4VwPBlWng/s1600-h/kel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170770567434770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKNY3okhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yX4VwPBlWng/s320/kel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, 'it's all in the hips.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKQ43okjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kTIK5CAToI8/s1600-h/IMG_2220+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116170830696976946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKQ43okjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kTIK5CAToI8/s320/IMG_2220+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Chase again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMVo3okkI/AAAAAAAAAII/UtntkWTBhLk/s1600-h/IMG_2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173111324611138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMVo3okkI/AAAAAAAAAII/UtntkWTBhLk/s320/IMG_2218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly pointing out where a ball went. Wait to be, Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMWY3okmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FNJKeL2UzvI/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173124209513058" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMWY3okmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/FNJKeL2UzvI/s320/ball.jpg" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMV43oklI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mMUtH5uWgUo/s1600-h/ball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116173115619578450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBMV43oklI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mMUtH5uWgUo/s320/ball1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My attempt at being artistic with a golf ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-6589099307754587473?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/6589099307754587473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=6589099307754587473&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6589099307754587473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/6589099307754587473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/09/four.html' title='Fore!!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBKN43okiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nfUoamLwEls/s72-c/kelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-5176864191290592790</id><published>2007-09-09T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:58:51.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBE3I3okZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xaFxaPCgOYs/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164890757206418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBE3I3okZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xaFxaPCgOYs/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEdY3okUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-4Q0pWfzoBc/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164448375574850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEdY3okUI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-4Q0pWfzoBc/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEeY3okVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V4Yd6vieQOI/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164465555444050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEeY3okVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/V4Yd6vieQOI/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEhY3okWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wXVfGxsQDtM/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164517095051618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEhY3okWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/wXVfGxsQDtM/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEh43okXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DLQ2dvlonLg/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164525684986226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEh43okXI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DLQ2dvlonLg/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEi43okYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nnCOG0kt7LI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116164542864855426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBEi43okYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nnCOG0kt7LI/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Noah and Makaylee (Meredith's kids). I did a little photo shoot of them and they are so dang cute. So here are my favorite ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-5176864191290592790?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/5176864191290592790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=5176864191290592790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5176864191290592790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/5176864191290592790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/09/kids-are-cute.html' title='Kids are cute!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RwBE3I3okZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/xaFxaPCgOYs/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-7871401097113212365</id><published>2007-08-06T20:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:05:44.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsonize Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrfsRfh1fMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VEf5V8vQcjI/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095801288658353346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrfsRfh1fMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VEf5V8vQcjI/s320/your_image.png" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrfsRfh1fNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N4eePtnf3TY/s1600-h/your_image.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095801288658353362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrfsRfh1fNI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N4eePtnf3TY/s320/your_image.png" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly and I got bored one night and thanks to Amy, we found a little site where you can make yourself into a simpson character. Ya we need to get a life. If you need something to occupy your time go to www.simpsonizeme.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-7871401097113212365?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/7871401097113212365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=7871401097113212365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7871401097113212365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/7871401097113212365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsonize-me.html' title='Simpsonize Me!!'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrfsRfh1fMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VEf5V8vQcjI/s72-c/your_image.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8959319381026869861</id><published>2007-07-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:53:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip to Bear Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVyZvh1fII/AAAAAAAAAEw/y8Gn0p4iX7I/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVyZvh1fII/AAAAAAAAAEw/y8Gn0p4iX7I/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095104340020264066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent our Saturday afternoon up at Bear Lake with David, Judy, Cindy, and Macray. It was a nice break. We first stopped for lunch and, of course, some of Bear Lake's famous raspberry shakes. Afterwards we found an empty spot on the beach and simply enjoyed to cool breeze and beautiful blue water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVuw_h1fGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gd5cKTBzEnE/s1600-h/IMG_1838e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVuw_h1fGI/AAAAAAAAAEg/gd5cKTBzEnE/s320/IMG_1838e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095100341405711458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVxgvh1fHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jjJo0bYaBWw/s1600-h/IMG_1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVxgvh1fHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jjJo0bYaBWw/s320/IMG_1824.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095103360767720562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought a frisbee for Harley to play with, but if it landed in water she needed us to help her pick it up because she refused to get her head wet. We learned today that Harley can hold her own when it comes to swimming. If its shallow enough she just prances like a deer but once it gets deep enough she is quite the little speedster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVzH_h1fJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YtHrxDOkrjg/s1600-h/IMG_1805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVzH_h1fJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/YtHrxDOkrjg/s320/IMG_1805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095105134589213842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak up those rays, Cindy!!  Not saying you need to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8959319381026869861?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8959319381026869861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8959319381026869861&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8959319381026869861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8959319381026869861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/07/day-trip-to-bear-lake.html' title='Day Trip to Bear Lake'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrVyZvh1fII/AAAAAAAAAEw/y8Gn0p4iX7I/s72-c/beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-2692755552490058967</id><published>2007-07-13T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:09:55.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I'm proud of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbYx4VANI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YNX1U60QlDI/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086775522891202770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbYx4VANI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YNX1U60QlDI/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbZB4VAOI/AAAAAAAAADE/etwF9j7dtpc/s1600-h/flower2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086775527186170082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbZB4VAOI/AAAAAAAAADE/etwF9j7dtpc/s320/flower2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbZh4VAPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Eirw1uC01Lo/s1600-h/m7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086775535776104690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbZh4VAPI/AAAAAAAAADM/Eirw1uC01Lo/s320/m7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVXR4VAII/AAAAAAAAACU/WpBXd2mKQtc/s1600-h/m1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086768900051632258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVXR4VAII/AAAAAAAAACU/WpBXd2mKQtc/s320/m1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVXx4VAJI/AAAAAAAAACc/lrlkUqa7Xvc/s1600-h/m2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086768908641566866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVXx4VAJI/AAAAAAAAACc/lrlkUqa7Xvc/s320/m2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYB4VAKI/AAAAAAAAACk/cDBhVDoDxgw/s1600-h/m3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086768912936534178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYB4VAKI/AAAAAAAAACk/cDBhVDoDxgw/s320/m3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYR4VALI/AAAAAAAAACs/dLvNtmZ86lU/s1600-h/m4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086768917231501490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYR4VALI/AAAAAAAAACs/dLvNtmZ86lU/s320/m4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYh4VAMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b-AN94Iov_8/s1600-h/m5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086768921526468802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfVYh4VAMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/b-AN94Iov_8/s320/m5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I did a little photoshoot of my nephew Macray. And is he so dang cute I had to post it. Plus I threw some other pictures on there of random pictures I took. &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/7665526711981465767-2692755552490058967?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/2692755552490058967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=2692755552490058967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2692755552490058967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/2692755552490058967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-did-little-photoshoot-of-my-nephew.html' title='Pictures I&apos;m proud of'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RpfbYx4VANI/AAAAAAAAAC8/YNX1U60QlDI/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-1068430186294505363</id><published>2007-05-14T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T19:52:53.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wind Caves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkffjboBZI/AAAAAAAAABk/_Olps3uazys/s1600-h/wc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkffjboBZI/AAAAAAAAABk/_Olps3uazys/s320/wc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064613882902349202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Harley on her first hike last Saturday. It was pretty hot, but she seemed to handle it well. Except when we got near the top, she just found a shady spot and plopped down. She was not &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfgDboBaI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZQC5NQgAQFI/s1600-h/wc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfgDboBaI/AAAAAAAAABs/ZQC5NQgAQFI/s320/wc3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064613891492283810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;going any futher. So Kelly had to carry her. Don't you all love his farmer tan?! So sexy. For those &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfgjboBbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YR7rXywTI6w/s1600-h/wc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfgjboBbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/YR7rXywTI6w/s320/wc1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064613900082218418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of you who have done the wind cave hike, you've seen it once and you are done. But it is just a good little hike so you keep doing it. But the view was beautiful and was worth the walk. Why do I have Harley on my shoulders, do&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfjTboBcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T4yWy9O9Y3A/s1600-h/wc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkfjTboBcI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T4yWy9O9Y3A/s320/wc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064613947326858690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n't ask. I thought it would be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-1068430186294505363?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/1068430186294505363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=1068430186294505363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1068430186294505363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1068430186294505363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/wind-caves.html' title='Wind Caves'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkkffjboBZI/AAAAAAAAABk/_Olps3uazys/s72-c/wc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-4294661012226669356</id><published>2007-05-11T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:21:41.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkVANjboBYI/AAAAAAAAABc/6E1n-9jP7-o/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkVANjboBYI/AAAAAAAAABc/6E1n-9jP7-o/s320/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063523957641577858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of Mothers Day. I would like to show you what my mom was like at my age. She danced a lot and from what I can tell she really loved it. This is one of my favorite pictures of my mom, it just says so much about her you would never know.  So here's to you Judith Anne Skola Blake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-4294661012226669356?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/4294661012226669356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=4294661012226669356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4294661012226669356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/4294661012226669356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-lieu-of-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkVANjboBYI/AAAAAAAAABc/6E1n-9jP7-o/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8944594432798135543</id><published>2007-05-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T18:56:15.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landlord</title><content type='html'>You gotta watch this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="myFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="380" wmode="transparent" data="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf?channel=&amp;rating=5.0869&amp;ratedby=847&amp;canrate=&amp;VID=74&amp;file=http://funnyordie.vo.llnwd.net/o16/74.flv&amp;autoStart=false"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf?channel=&amp;rating=5.0869&amp;ratedby=847&amp;canrate=&amp;VID=74&amp;file=http://funnyordie.vo.llnwd.net/o16/74.flv&amp;autoStart=false" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="swliveconnect" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/flvideo/fodplayer.swf" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="noScale" salign="TL" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="channel=&amp;rating=5.0869&amp;ratedby=847&amp;canrate=&amp;VID=74&amp;file=http://funnyordie.vo.llnwd.net/o16/74.flv&amp;autoStart=false" allowfullscreen="true" height="380" width="464"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/v1/view_video.php?viewkey=3efbc24c7d2583be6925"&gt;The Landlord&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8944594432798135543?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8944594432798135543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8944594432798135543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8944594432798135543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8944594432798135543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/landlord_4383.html' title='The Landlord'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-1990182980907941993</id><published>2007-05-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:56:46.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly  and Camille</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkU_azboBWI/AAAAAAAAABM/X34uVib-_e4/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkU_azboBWI/AAAAAAAAABM/X34uVib-_e4/s320/k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063523085763216738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOxgTboBUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H7DApaUKQeU/s1600-h/k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOxgTboBUI/AAAAAAAAAA0/H7DApaUKQeU/s320/k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063085574624642370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kelly. Sometimes we get bored and like to play around with our camera, this is just one example of his photoshoot. Ha. He is working for Varsity Contractors, in Ogden, as an area manager. He seems to like it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrU8Rvh1e8I/AAAAAAAAADU/iKj9zM72ykE/s1600-h/IMG_1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RrU8Rvh1e8I/AAAAAAAAADU/iKj9zM72ykE/s320/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095044828953410498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///E:/My%20Pictures/1-New-Unsorted/2007_04_21/IMG_1070.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOyUTboBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IeNnCQ2viE4/s1600-h/IMG_0973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOyUTboBVI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IeNnCQ2viE4/s320/IMG_0973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063086467977839954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is me. Stunning, I know. Just kidding. I am just working at the Sports Academy right now. It's great because I get a free membership and get to meet lots of new people. Plus the people I work with are fun. So this is us so far. I am sure once we have kids (in 10 years) there will be funner things to post, but for now it will just be us. So look forward to new adventures. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-1990182980907941993?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/1990182980907941993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=1990182980907941993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1990182980907941993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/1990182980907941993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/kelly-and-camille.html' title='Kelly  and Camille'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkU_azboBWI/AAAAAAAAABM/X34uVib-_e4/s72-c/k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-356469761061262003</id><published>2007-05-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:16:51.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOv7jboBTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OijT2YA8pTo/s1600-h/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOv7jboBTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OijT2YA8pTo/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063083843752822066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOvSzboBSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GJDqjcsP1DA/s1600-h/IMG_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOvSzboBSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/GJDqjcsP1DA/s320/IMG_0648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063083143673152802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our little bundle of joy. I know there are only pics of Harley, but she is so dang cute. I mean look at her. Kelly and I have taught her to shake, rollover, dance, beg, walk and coming soon the special rub. She just makes us laugh, it's almost like she has her own personality. Huh go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-356469761061262003?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/356469761061262003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=356469761061262003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/356469761061262003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/356469761061262003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-is-our-little-bundle-of-joy.html' title='Harley'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkOv7jboBTI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OijT2YA8pTo/s72-c/IMG_0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665526711981465767.post-8057038278851423823</id><published>2007-05-10T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T11:36:00.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HoWdy YAll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkNlsDboBPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2NTTEJC4Zaw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063002213604394226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkNlsDboBPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2NTTEJC4Zaw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the first posting and a test. So we will see how it goes. This is our dog/child Harley. We got her last August '06. This happens to be her first bath and she hated every minute of it. Ok. So this is kinda a boring entry, but it's just a test. More to follow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7665526711981465767-8057038278851423823?l=kcjaques.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/feeds/8057038278851423823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7665526711981465767&amp;postID=8057038278851423823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8057038278851423823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7665526711981465767/posts/default/8057038278851423823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcjaques.blogspot.com/2007/05/howdy-yall.html' title='HoWdy YAll'/><author><name>KCJaques</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/SLJFHMopANI/AAAAAAAAAV0/_435vPyhLto/S220/IMG_0057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZQ8UHZJqguc/RkNlsDboBPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2NTTEJC4Zaw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
