<?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-5623260666231959441</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:08:10.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kimmy t</title><subtitle type='html'>I really only set this up so that I can read all of Alica's crazy and entertaining blogs...but I will do my best to post some stuff :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-5871160640777994674</id><published>2009-12-02T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T19:17:24.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384894071743784098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr8oLtlJKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/i6CvpG7vQko/s320/IMG_0747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384894062078168290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr8nntHjOI/AAAAAAAAAPc/tukPPEggVRg/s320/IMG_0742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well I wasn't planning on finding it so soon but I couldn't help it and I love it!!! Jesse and I went to Phoenix last weekend to see his family and friends since he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;n't seen them in a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891746548920370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr6g1r7MDI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7SCk92hciVY/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I was really only planning on going to look and find the style I liked best. I tried on a lot of dresses and there were a couple I liked. When it came to the last dress and I was done I realized there was a dress I looked at but didn't think I had tried it on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891772761686322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr6iXViQTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/XfnZHNMrOgo/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So the sales lady went with me to look for the dress and said she hadn't pulled it cause she didn't see it in my size.  I asked what size she did have it in.  She found one a size smaller so I tried it on and it fit ( a little snug ).  This was the last dress in this size and it has been discontinued so I wouldn't be able to order it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384891780026583794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr6iyZnyvI/AAAAAAAAAPM/r0WXF3T16_U/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is the reason for why I bought the dress cause I love it and think it is amazing!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/5623260666231959441-521584849088790798?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/521584849088790798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=521584849088790798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/521584849088790798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/521584849088790798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-dress.html' title='My Dress'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Srr8oLtlJKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/i6CvpG7vQko/s72-c/IMG_0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-5808992861525441505</id><published>2009-09-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:02:43.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Egaged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOmx5XHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/07dejRvodCQ/s1600-h/my+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837545589103730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOmx5XHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/07dejRvodCQ/s320/my+ring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So this is a pic off the internet cause it shows it a little better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOfcKhYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bh_kz7IAdec/s1600-h/Picture+0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837543618905474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOfcKhYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/bh_kz7IAdec/s320/Picture+0030.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love how the center rock sits up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOBmPs4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fQW7FnEfqeA/s1600-h/Picture+0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837535608124290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOBmPs4I/AAAAAAAAAOc/fQW7FnEfqeA/s320/Picture+0029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I looked a lot cuter when he asked be but I had to take Roscoe for a walk before i took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuNuZZEGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LKasztkUnSI/s1600-h/Picture+0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382837530453938274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuNuZZEGI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LKasztkUnSI/s320/Picture+0028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE IT... I LOVE JESSE TOO!!!!&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-5808992861525441505?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/5808992861525441505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=5808992861525441505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5808992861525441505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5808992861525441505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-egaged.html' title='I&apos;m Egaged!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SrOuOmx5XHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/07dejRvodCQ/s72-c/my+ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-7445115222188445168</id><published>2009-09-17T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:28:47.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ENGAGED!!!!</title><content type='html'>i'll post pics of the ring soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-7445115222188445168?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/7445115222188445168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=7445115222188445168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7445115222188445168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7445115222188445168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-engaged.html' title='I&apos;M ENGAGED!!!!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8383492770288481372</id><published>2009-09-09T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T19:38:54.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosco Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcG5kXs6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/y0bY4OlIPXE/s1600-h/0730091926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379651028496397218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcG5kXs6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/y0bY4OlIPXE/s320/0730091926.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He LOVES to ride the 4-wheelers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcGho6UyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wEM4Y7Tj-NY/s1600-h/my+fav+rosco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379651022072992546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcGho6UyI/AAAAAAAAAOE/wEM4Y7Tj-NY/s320/my+fav+rosco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; January 2009... sooo tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcGHae1SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FZHPz1zFxvs/s1600-h/DSCI0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379651015033148706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcGHae1SI/AAAAAAAAAN8/FZHPz1zFxvs/s320/DSCI0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a little guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcFgAzJMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C744haXsdMc/s1600-h/0614091503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379651004456445122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcFgAzJMI/AAAAAAAAAN0/C744haXsdMc/s320/0614091503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my little baby our hike to "the big tree"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcFLzrArI/AAAAAAAAANs/pY5EWVePXVk/s1600-h/0527091640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379650999032677042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcFLzrArI/AAAAAAAAANs/pY5EWVePXVk/s320/0527091640.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after his surgery :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this little guy... even though he's a brat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8383492770288481372?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8383492770288481372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8383492770288481372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8383492770288481372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8383492770288481372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-he-was-so-tiny.html' title='Rosco Boy'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SqhcG5kXs6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/y0bY4OlIPXE/s72-c/0730091926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-2217856989031255133</id><published>2009-08-12T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:05:38.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SoOsgLzAWsI/AAAAAAAAANc/2wtowmbcnjg/s1600-h/DSCN1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369324849678277314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SoOsgLzAWsI/AAAAAAAAANc/2wtowmbcnjg/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;School is starting next week and I'm very excited!  I have enjoyed being in Arizona for the past month and  a half but I am ready to be back in New Mexico and on my way to finishing school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you notice in the picture above... no braces~yay!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-2217856989031255133?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/2217856989031255133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=2217856989031255133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/2217856989031255133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/2217856989031255133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-is-starting-next-week-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SoOsgLzAWsI/AAAAAAAAANc/2wtowmbcnjg/s72-c/DSCN1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1007008726049401786</id><published>2009-07-22T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:48:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, well, well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SmfOWFs-KnI/AAAAAAAAANU/c8q0aZ7u4H4/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361480760291109490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SmfOWFs-KnI/AAAAAAAAANU/c8q0aZ7u4H4/s320/DSCN1101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't he a cutie:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking I need to post lately and I remember having a good topic and things to say but now I can't really remember any of it. Today has been a bit of a long day... today my mom told my dad about my plans to not go to nursing school and change that to occupational therapy. He was not at all understanding or happy about it and told me I won't be doing that but I have a little while to make him understand. Yes I do realize that I would get paid a little more as a nurse but I still don't want to do it. Anyway I'm not going to go on and on about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am getting my braces off! YAY no more brace face for me :) and friday I am getting retainers. I've pretty much been waiting for this day since they put them on and I can't wait to take some pictures without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday I will be done with my intership which means I will pretty much have my Bachelor's degree.  I know it has taken a while but for the time I've actually been in school I got it done pretty fast.  I moved to New Mexico just over 3 years ago and didn't really have anything done, just a couple of classes.  I got through my degree program in just a year and a half which takes most people more like three so I'm pretty happy about that.  I'm planning on having some kind of BBQ or something one of these days after everything settles down to celebrate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-1007008726049401786?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1007008726049401786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1007008726049401786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1007008726049401786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1007008726049401786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-well-well.html' title='Well, well, well...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SmfOWFs-KnI/AAAAAAAAANU/c8q0aZ7u4H4/s72-c/DSCN1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-3322039038646991834</id><published>2009-07-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:31:52.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an update on me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sl64AnAMd8I/AAAAAAAAANM/qu5nV1hKc_E/s1600-h/kimmy+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358922927226779586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sl64AnAMd8I/AAAAAAAAANM/qu5nV1hKc_E/s320/kimmy+055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of my mom and brother in Germany, where my brother served a mission. I was looking through the pictures on my computer and decided that this is one of my favorites. I think that Germany is beautiful and has some of the most amazing castles and buildings ever although I've only seen them in pictures, plus look at this amazing background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting on the internet tonight I decided that I need to update.  A few weeks ago my plans took a big change... when my mom broke her neck.  My mom breaking her neck was has required that she has someone with her at all times so I have taken a break from finishing my internship in New Mexico to be in Arizona and help her out a bit.  We stay busy most of the time and has been feeling better almost every day, although she's had a few days that she doesn't feel very good.  We even walked 6 miles the other day!  I will be going back to New Mexico for next week to finish the hours I lack on my internship and get things moved to Silver City so I will be ready to start school again in the Fall.  I will be happy when things get a little more back to normal but for now we keep on moving and getting things done :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-3322039038646991834?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/3322039038646991834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=3322039038646991834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/3322039038646991834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/3322039038646991834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-picture-of-my-mom-and-brother.html' title='Just an update on me...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sl64AnAMd8I/AAAAAAAAANM/qu5nV1hKc_E/s72-c/kimmy+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8200733649128387513</id><published>2009-06-27T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:26:38.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SkaNmtmH4hI/AAAAAAAAANE/d9s9779y1vA/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352120903390454290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SkaNmtmH4hI/AAAAAAAAANE/d9s9779y1vA/s320/DSCN1108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A couple weeks ago Jesse and I went out to Ft. Bayard and went on a hike to "The Big Tree". We left just late enough in the afternoon to catch a bit of sprinkling, but it was refreshing. I don't think I had ever done it before but I had heard a lot about it from other people so I wanted to try it.  So we got the pup and water and we went on our way.  I wish that I had taken a few more pictures with my camera instead of my phone be we had set the backpack down by the tree and did a little exploring... but anyways I have a couple cute pics of Rosco and I on my phone.  There was a big tree that had tipped over and went across the creek that Rosco and climbed up and played on for a few minutes.  Anyway we had a lot of fun... even though we didn't get that many pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8200733649128387513?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8200733649128387513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8200733649128387513&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8200733649128387513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8200733649128387513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/06/big-tree.html' title='The Big Tree'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SkaNmtmH4hI/AAAAAAAAANE/d9s9779y1vA/s72-c/DSCN1108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6757321885419061306</id><published>2009-06-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:51:52.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>My mom broke her neck today while we were at the lake.  Please pray for her.  She should be just fine but prayers are always helpful.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6757321885419061306?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6757321885419061306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6757321885419061306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6757321885419061306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6757321885419061306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8375090673060860582</id><published>2009-06-02T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:33:18.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OnE yEaR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SiX52vRg3fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YrocewFuDjY/s1600-h/DSCN1099.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342951251743137266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SiX52vRg3fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YrocewFuDjY/s320/DSCN1099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; Sorry for the fuzzy pic but it's all I have cause I always seem to forget I have my camera after the first two pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jesse and I met a year ago at the rodeo in Silver City, we talked a lot that night and we've been together since!  After the rodeo me and my friends went out dancing and he was there with his friends and happened to know the people I went with so we met there.  After that we went to a party which I wasn't having that great of time at so I just went and sat down.  Jesse saw me and came and started talking to me and we pretty much talked till the people we went with were ready to leave.  When my group was leaving and I was saying goodbye he gave me the line ..."don't I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; get a goodnight kiss" ( I gave him a peck and away we went).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This past weekend it was the rodeo in Silver City again so of course we went and I guess you can say that was our anniversary!  I know it's sappy but I love him and I'm so happy he decided to talk to me that night especially since when he did the night wasn't going the best and he managed to turn it around and make it great and obviously memorable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8375090673060860582?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8375090673060860582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8375090673060860582&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8375090673060860582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8375090673060860582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-year.html' title='OnE yEaR!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SiX52vRg3fI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YrocewFuDjY/s72-c/DSCN1099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6639985013495902233</id><published>2009-05-28T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:16:47.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kimmyology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sh7jAZGb2oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gv-a9QMqq6w/s1600-h/DSCN1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sh7jAZGb2oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gv-a9QMqq6w/s400/DSCN1095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340955803985369730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Okay....get tagged, you have to do this too...Let others know a little more about yourself, re-post this as your name followed by "ology" &lt;br /&gt;YOU! Yes, you reading this. You're tagged. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;FOOD: &lt;br /&gt;What is your salad dressing of choice?   Ranch, Italian, or Honey Mustard (mostly with fries though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite sit down restaurant?  Usually Olive Garden… last time I went it kinda sucked &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What is your favorite fast food restaurant?  Dairy Queen and Del Taco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?  Not sure…chips and melted cheese with a combo of salsa/sour cream mix&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What are your pizza toppings of choice? Pineapple and green chile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many televisions are in your house?   Two &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color cell phone do you have?  Blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BIOLOGY* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you right-handed or left-handed?   Right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had anything removed from your body?  yes&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What is the last heavy item you lifted?  Rosco… he now weighs in at 43 pounds &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been knocked unconscious?  Almost in one of my high school basketball games&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BULLCRAPOLOGY* &lt;br /&gt;If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?  No,  I would just try to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your name, what would you change it to?   Not sure I’ve become pretty attached to the one I have… although the last name will change one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?  A lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to? Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged?   Ummm… I think Jesse (on Tuesday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; FAVORITOLOGY* &lt;br /&gt;Season?   Summer and fall&lt;br /&gt; Holiday? The summer ones cause I get to spend time at the lake&lt;br /&gt; Day of the week? Any day I get to spend with Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Month? I’m gonna go with May, the weather is usually great, school is getting out (beginning of summer) and I get to go to the lake for the first time usually   I also enjoy September because it is the start of fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTOLOGY* &lt;br /&gt;Missing someone?  Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood?  Blah… I don’t feel that great today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?  The movie I was watching just ended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching? Nothing now that the movie ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about? Rosco… he had surgery yesterday and he’s been crying off and on.  He’s ok though I just don’t like to see him hurt at all.  I think he mostly cries cause I’m making him stay in the kitchen cause I don’t want my carpet getting his puss on it (he has an abscess that is draining) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place you went this morning?  I let the puppy out to go potty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the last movie you saw? Last chance Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often?  Yes normally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEOLOGY* &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your eye color what would it be?  I like my eye color… they are brown and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic?  I usually just get a strawberry slush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you own a digital camera?  Yes, I need to start using it more again.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;What's on your wish list for your birthday?  I don’t have my birthday wish list going yet... I have till February  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Can you do pushups? Yes but probably not very many &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Can you do a chin up?  If I gave it everything I have then maybe one but that is still a little far fetched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the future make you more nervous or excited?  Both but more excited than nervous&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Car wreck? A couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an accent?  No  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you cried?  I actually think it’s been a while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans tonight?   Nope… I never have plans while in Las Cruces, I wait till the weekend when I see my sweetie pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you hit rock bottom? Yes, I stayed there for a little while but now I’m  back on top of that rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 3 things you bought yesterday? Lunch (I think it made me sick), A toy for Rosco for when he got to leave the vet after his surgery and a pink t-shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been given roses? Yes  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met someone who changed your life? Lots of people but I think Jesse has probably changed my life the most &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;How did you bring in the new year? With Jesse and his friends in Phoenix… I fell asleep shortly after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three people who might complete this: Probably no one since Alicia already did this because she is my only follower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? No because then I wouldn’t be where I am today &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone longer than a year? Jesse this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone love you? Lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What songs do you sing in the shower? I don’t really sing in the shower that often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Do you like to cuddle?  Yes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Have you held hands with anyone today?  Sadly no I have to wait till tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?  My brother and Rosco at the lake… and then I seemed to have forgot that I owned a camera for the rest of the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are most of the friends in your life new or old?   Both but I’ve known most of them for a while now I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like pulpy orange juice?   Definitely not!  I prefer no pulp. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What is something your friends make fun of you for?  Jesse always makes fun of me for many different things &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; last time you ate peanut butter and jelly?  Not sure but now I want one &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 12 AM last night?  Trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?  I want to go back to sleep… which I did for about 40 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6639985013495902233?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6639985013495902233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6639985013495902233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6639985013495902233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6639985013495902233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/05/kimmyology.html' title='Kimmyology'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sh7jAZGb2oI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gv-a9QMqq6w/s72-c/DSCN1095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-25545819378137285</id><published>2009-05-17T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:06:33.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d29e4ab1be9f4089" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd29e4ab1be9f4089%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331502339%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5260AD7FD7E1DDDDF1BD2A1FF0DCDD31208E7884.811079E2DCA19B65B880D24F0F6315CB7998FE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd29e4ab1be9f4089%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtim3Rjr7Ve-eNPFKeMVruLwCuUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd29e4ab1be9f4089%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331502339%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5260AD7FD7E1DDDDF1BD2A1FF0DCDD31208E7884.811079E2DCA19B65B880D24F0F6315CB7998FE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd29e4ab1be9f4089%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dtim3Rjr7Ve-eNPFKeMVruLwCuUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I start my internship which is the last thing I have to do in order to get my Bachelor's degree.  I have to complete 320 hours...I'm hoping to have them done by sometime early in July.  I'm going to do as much as I possibly can as fast as I can so that I can get on with moving.  I'm really getting sick of this whole thing of living 2 hours away from Jesse and farther away from Arizona.  I don't mind Las Cruces, but I don't really think it's where I want to be, it has been a good experience living here and I have made some really great friends and lets not forget I'm actually getting that degree which should help me in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week I didn't really do all that much, I hung out in Silver City for a lot of it.  I did stay in Las Cruces for a couple of days though so that I could complete my goals and objectives that allow me to start getting hours for my internship.  I got to see a few friends and just relax a little which was nice, but I'm ready to get going on these hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we went bowling, when we got there we realized it was cosmic bowling which was fun but kinda stupid also because they charge you to just go in to the bowling alley.  Jesse wasn't  very happy about it but he got over it and we had a blast.  Being me I had my camera but didn't take any pictures :( I was to busy being silly and dancing to the music they had playing for the big night (cosmic bowling).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-25545819378137285?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d29e4ab1be9f4089&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/25545819378137285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=25545819378137285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/25545819378137285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/25545819378137285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/05/internship.html' title='Internship'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-4660372792292611244</id><published>2009-05-13T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:04:40.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Plans...</title><content type='html'>I have new plans but first I have to tell you about the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506734558466594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SguHGzoP0iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GynoLz4DWTk/s400/DSCN1080.JPG" /&gt;If you read my silly little blog at all you know this is Rosco.  I was in Springerville last weekend and my parents were there for a while as well.  My dad got this bucket liner from a bucket truck and used it to make a "swimming pool" for the dogs.  Rosco was intrigued by it but wasn't able to get in by himself, so I put him in.  He liked it for about 30 seconds then he wanted out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506740662035234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SguHHKXc4yI/AAAAAAAAAMc/_lOKUA-eA5w/s400/DSCN1082.JPG" /&gt;But he couldn't get out so he had to stay in for a while because we wanted to take pictures for my brother.  My mom finally came back with the camera about 5 minutes later and he was mad!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506745810112034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SguHHdi2TiI/AAAAAAAAAMk/P6_y26S6sEc/s400/DSCN1087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we took pictures and got him out.  He didn't want anything to do with me, my mom, or my sister for a few hours... but he got over it.  Sorry if you get sick of hearing about a dog but he's kinda like a kid to me... I treat him like one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so my plans have changed.  I have to complete my internship in Las Cruces hopefully starting next week and finish sometime early in July.  Then I will be moving back to Silver City, I am going to start the Occupational Therapy program there instead of going into nursing.  Plus Jesse lives there so I'm excited to live in the same town as him.  After I finish that program I will probably take my time in completing the Master in Occupational Therapy which is all online.  Fall semester should be fairly easy and I should be able to work a lot which I am also excited for.  Yay! I can't wait to move!!! :)&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/5623260666231959441-4660372792292611244?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/4660372792292611244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=4660372792292611244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4660372792292611244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4660372792292611244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-plans.html' title='New Plans...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SguHGzoP0iI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GynoLz4DWTk/s72-c/DSCN1080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8882425327182054996</id><published>2009-05-05T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:32:15.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WeEkEnD BbQ! eXcItEd FoR sUmMeR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBoDbKEGHI/AAAAAAAAALs/V52PjIw_c34/s1600-h/DSCN1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332376366845532274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBoDbKEGHI/AAAAAAAAALs/V52PjIw_c34/s400/DSCN1078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;Last weekend we had a BBQ with a few friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn2agVaVI/AAAAAAAAALk/Dvrf7L-XQKc/s1600-h/DSCN1072.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332376143332206930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn2agVaVI/AAAAAAAAALk/Dvrf7L-XQKc/s400/DSCN1072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;He's so nice...I always have these ideas for him to carry me and he always does it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn2Dgc92I/AAAAAAAAALc/UeaGGqfmGPU/s1600-h/DSCN1070.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332376137158686562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn2Dgc92I/AAAAAAAAALc/UeaGGqfmGPU/s400/DSCN1070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn11a776I/AAAAAAAAALU/jUCmQm8MbiI/s1600-h/DSCN1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332376133377453986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBn11a776I/AAAAAAAAALU/jUCmQm8MbiI/s400/DSCN1067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosco and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I love this picture!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I'm such a nice host that I don't post any pictures that don't have me in them... haha. I realize very few people look at this so it doesn't matter too much if I don't include people you all don't know:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5623260666231959441-8882425327182054996?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8882425327182054996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8882425327182054996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8882425327182054996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8882425327182054996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-weekend-we-had-bbq-with-few.html' title='WeEkEnD BbQ! eXcItEd FoR sUmMeR!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SgBoDbKEGHI/AAAAAAAAALs/V52PjIw_c34/s72-c/DSCN1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1270607773056824302</id><published>2009-04-29T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:55:22.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Why Oh Why Do I LOVE Him???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Because he is my puppy! (well really my brothers puppy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330339395252677746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfkrcEpObHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p8IRwJpYbz0/s400/DSCN1062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little guy got a bath tonight which means he is a white and clean.  He is also extremely hyper!  He pulled his bed out of the kitchen into the living room where he then began to chew on it till he pulled one of the sides apart a little. I did warn him that if he chews his bed apart he will not be getting another one...he is just SOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330339408286321058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sfkrc1MsCaI/AAAAAAAAALM/iEpgb3-mBw8/s400/DSCN1065.JPG" /&gt;Well that's a little better, I would much prefer that he chew on his glove!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330339406654448194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfkrcvHnokI/AAAAAAAAALE/7EVO0jxGgB8/s400/DSCN1064.JPG" /&gt;I guess it is partially my fault that he is so hyper, because he couldn't go play with Matilda today and had to stay home alone while I went to school.  In my defense I did get up early this morning so I could take him running so he wouldn't have a bunch of built up energy all day!  Oh yes, it was also my idea to give him a bath tonight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330339398483243218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfkrcQrc8NI/AAAAAAAAAK8/TU1E0APQxZI/s400/DSCN1063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After his bath I went and scrubbed the kitchen floor which happens to kinda be his room so he wouldn't roll around on it and get dirty.  He gets it very dirty with drooling water after he gets aa drink and with all the dirt thatends up on there most days when he gets home from playing with Matilda.  I try to be a good mommy to him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330339390432745442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfkrbysEF-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/14l-KD0vvws/s400/DSCN1061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a cute one of the little monster... pretty soon I won't be able to put that little on there, he will just be monster because he is getting HUGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/5623260666231959441-1270607773056824302?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1270607773056824302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1270607773056824302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1270607773056824302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1270607773056824302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-why-oh-why-do-i-love-him.html' title='Oh Why Oh Why Do I LOVE Him???'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfkrcEpObHI/AAAAAAAAAK0/p8IRwJpYbz0/s72-c/DSCN1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1669076319801797082</id><published>2009-04-27T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:42:06.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to write a letter to the editor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Day Care in High Schools&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it teach young girls to put day care in high schools? It teaches them that getting pregnant is ok, which it should not be. Putting day care in high schools leads to a trend of thinking it’s cute to have a child without the means to take care of it and that they don’t need to have any responsibility. Teens are making pacts to get pregnant in high school in Massachusetts so they can raise their children together; where are the parents of these teens and what do they have to say about it? Day care pretty much allows free time for teen parents to hang out with their friends, where they make it seems so fun to be a teen parent and pretty much have a toy to take home and play with at night. Not only are they given free child care they often receive many other benefits such as WIC (Women Infants Children) support but in many cases free housing through HUD. Why are we rewarding young women for having children when they are still children themselves? Not only do they receive benefits while they are in high school, they receive the majority of the means to take care of the child after and also often receive financial aid to pay for their college where many of their friends without children won’t qualify. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I  even got it published in the Las Cruces Sun Newspaper and got some comments back.  Most people didn't agree with me but they did comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I had to write this for one of my class assignments and 25% of my grade was getting it published.  I picked the topic though.  I was proud of myself as I was one of the first in the class to get published.  How I found out it was published was an even better story though.  I was just hanging out one night and I got a txt from one of my buddies I hadn't seen in a while asking if I was the Kim Tysseling in the Sun News... it had been about a week since I had sent it in so I was a little confused.  I thought for a minute and replied with a yes.  He told me that he completely agreed with me.  I was pretty happy so I thought I would share :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-1669076319801797082?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1669076319801797082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1669076319801797082&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1669076319801797082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1669076319801797082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-to-write-letter-to-editor.html' title='I had to write a letter to the editor...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1388557062971498278</id><published>2009-04-26T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:02:25.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>still gone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfTliXykyAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mqH8wF4aHRw/s1600-h/Picture+0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329136637750593538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfTliXykyAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mqH8wF4aHRw/s400/Picture+0027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So since I want to post pictures and I haven't been taking any I just take them with my camera on my computer just before I post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little disappointed because Jesse still hasn't come home and I might have to go back to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cruces&lt;/span&gt; before he gets here.  He had to stay at the fire last night and they are finishing up with it but it was like 70 acres so it takes a while to finish I suppose.  He was in such a hurry when he left yesterday that I didn't even really get to say a good goodbye...no hugs or kisses :( I thought he would be going and coming back within a couple hours but I was very wrong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for why I have to leave today is that I have a group project due and we are supposed to be going over it tonight.  I kinda keep hoping my two partners will just say they want to meet in the morning but I don't think that will happen.  I only have two weeks of school left and one of them is finals week so I know I can get through it.  This weekend was supposed to be my nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt; weekend with Jesse but I've barely even seen him.  I'm tempted to just stay in Silver City and miss class tomorrow but I really doubt that I will since I have a teacher who is a real stickler on attendance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is a lot of rambling and hope it makes sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-1388557062971498278?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1388557062971498278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1388557062971498278&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1388557062971498278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1388557062971498278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-gone.html' title='still gone...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfTliXykyAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/mqH8wF4aHRw/s72-c/Picture+0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-4224690846377464124</id><published>2009-04-25T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:16:32.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>StUpId FiReS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfP31ctTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rKSGs0p__lA/s1600-h/Picture+0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328875281720747794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfP31ctTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rKSGs0p__lA/s400/Picture+0023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I waited for Jesse to get off work...then he came home.  I was really excited because we had plans to go bowling.  He was here for all of about 20 minutes when he got called out to a fire.  He got home about 4:45 and was gone a little after 5, now it is midnight.  I'm a little bummed because I have been alone ALL day plus the fact that we actually had plans to do something tonight.  He's been having to work a lot lately so we haven't been able to really go do much, moslty just watch movies at his house.  I'm crossing my fingers that he still gets his day off tomorrow and they get this stupid fire put out tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when he left I had a glimps of hope that he would be back in time that we could still go out to eat atleast so I curled my hair and put make-up on and got dressed (you can see the hair and make-up in the pic but I changed into more comfy clothes).  As each hour passed I've continued to hope I will get a call or text from him telling me what's going on and when he thinks he will be done....I still haven't heard a thing.  Finally around 9 I decided I would just go into town and get a take and bake pizza from WalMart so he would have something to eat when he got home but the way things are looking it wont really be worth eating :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this isn't a very happy post, I'm a little disappointed.  I know it's his job and I'm not mad but I really wish there hadn't been a fire tonight and since there is I wish I knew a little more about what is going on and if he will be coming home tonight or if I should just go to bed and talk to him tomorrow.  I don't think I will be going to be because he wont let me know when he gets home and I will just worry if I don't know.  I guess it will just take some getting used to fire season but for the moment I'm not and I don't like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-4224690846377464124?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/4224690846377464124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=4224690846377464124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4224690846377464124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4224690846377464124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-fires.html' title='StUpId FiReS!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SfP31ctTJxI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rKSGs0p__lA/s72-c/Picture+0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-842710477685168040</id><published>2009-04-22T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:34:07.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Break Up Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Se_4-57xT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/F-7sqyfOhjE/s1600-h/kim+and+jesse+colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327750643789680482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Se_4-57xT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/F-7sqyfOhjE/s400/kim+and+jesse+colors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;NO, it's not my break up story... it would be that of my brother.  I wouldn't feel compelled to tell about it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; that his now ex-girlfriend seems to think she will find some solace in assuming that in some way it is my fault that he broke up with her.  It most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; is not my fault.  True I did go to lunch with her on my way up to Joe City over Easter but I didn't not tell my brother to end things with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;So this is how it goes...  She is a drama queen to start, which you don't get from first impressions.  Although I do have to admit I slightly already knew this.  Anyway somewhere around a couple of weeks before I went to Joe City I start hearing both sides of their stories on what is going on between them. **this is the first sign that they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; had problems before I went to lunch with her.  I hear back and forth for a while what they are thinking.  This is mostly from her, since as you know my brother is not the most forward about talking about his relationships.  So then Jesse and I meet her for lunch; it was fine but she was dramatic about certain things and felt the need to tells us repeatedly about some personal issues in her life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Now a few days ago my brother calls me and asks how my lunch with her went.  I tell him it was fine but she was a little dramatic and what she told me about personal issues ( he already knew them) He also asks if I got the paperwork on his puppy (Roscoe) whom I just happen to take care of.  I tell him yes.  After this he says some thing to the effects of "I think I'm done with her".  I say why?  He says "she's a pain in the butt and she's crazy".  I say " she's just a little dramatic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;Can someone please tell me how this could possibly be my fault... oh yes, it's not.  I'm not going to say that I don't have suspicions about whether she had already moved on to some degree but I didn't say anything about that to him because I wasn't sure.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;So when she tells me she's not sure what I said to him but that she does and always will love him and now her heart is broken, I have nothing to say but I didn't say anything that affected my brothers decision and he had his mind made up before he talked to me.  I don't have a problem with her but he is my brother and I will always support him in whatever will make him happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-842710477685168040?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/842710477685168040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=842710477685168040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/842710477685168040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/842710477685168040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/break-up-story.html' title='A Break Up Story...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Se_4-57xT2I/AAAAAAAAAKU/F-7sqyfOhjE/s72-c/kim+and+jesse+colors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6235686983174594358</id><published>2009-04-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:57:39.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875439266071250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_TA1AtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OrAqywYuZVw/s400/DSCN1051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my boyfriend Jesse's house, he just bought it a couple months ago. I have been working in the yard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; you can't tell from looking at the pictures! I didn't conquer much in the front yard this past weekend but I made some progress in the back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 429px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 392px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875446012803762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_sJX-rI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1P0y8-kgZsU/s400/DSCN1054.JPG" /&gt;I'm getting all of the rock out since the back yard is divided with gravel and pretty much weeds with a little grass. I'm planning on getting everything out of the back yard this summer so we can plant grass next spring and it will look nice. I got around half of the gravel out last weekend :) Hopefully we can get the rest out next weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875447818651762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_y37CHI/AAAAAAAAAKM/S0aCJMvFy6o/s400/DSCN1053.JPG" /&gt;If you look closely you can see the little monster of a dog that I take everywhere with me these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_OK0L7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d_RgIDsIaeM/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875437965782962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_OK0L7I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/d_RgIDsIaeM/s400/DSCN1047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my friend Ashley and I were hanging out at my trailer when she saw these devil ears headband. She thought it suited Rosco well and it fit him so we decided to take some pictures. He's my "little devil"! As you can see he was just delighted to have the headband on. He's a pretty good sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc-9-G9lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rxceIvR0W5Y/s1600-h/DSCN1046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326875433617520210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc-9-G9lI/AAAAAAAAAJs/rxceIvR0W5Y/s400/DSCN1046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I will get a cute picture of him but that will have to wait for now. He's outside playing with his "girl friend" Matilda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6235686983174594358?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6235686983174594358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6235686983174594358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6235686983174594358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6235686983174594358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-boyfriend-jesses-house-he.html' title='My Little Devil'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sezc_TA1AtI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/OrAqywYuZVw/s72-c/DSCN1051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-5349533490222110617</id><published>2009-04-07T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:52:00.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Farts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322193978389310498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sdw7OaOeLCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VIub_gfpBQ0/s400/cross+canadian+ragweed+and+rosco+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sdw7OnsCnWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f18SBGhMZdI/s1600-h/cross+canadian+ragweed+and+rosco+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322193982002994530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sdw7OnsCnWI/AAAAAAAAAJc/f18SBGhMZdI/s400/cross+canadian+ragweed+and+rosco+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the little guy but his farts tonight are about to suffocate me! Today has been quite a long day. First of all as stupid as it seems I woke up in the middle of the night cause I had a crazy dream and it freaked me out. Then when my alarm went off at 7 (UGGG) I didn't want to get up but I had to due to the fact that I had to be at the stupid orthodontist at 8:30. Before I went to the orthodontist I had a few things to do, I had to feed horses for this guy that I don't really know who is out of town, feed the puppy, shower and get beautified (ok just shower and throw on the nearest clothes), and drop the puppy off at Ashley's since I was going to be gone all day and don't have a yard for him to stay in. So I got to the orthodontist which was an extension of my appointment last wednesday that was only supposed to last 10 minutes that took like 45. They told me today was going to be almost 2 hrs and it ended up only being like 30 min...what the heck!?! To say the least I am irritated with them. Then I went to take the puppies for a walk (Rosco and Matilda). Matilida is my friend Ashley's puppy and she has a lot of energy when walking where Rosco doesn't always fully agree to keep moving. We didn't make it very far on the walk. Then I worked on homework for my class. Then I went to class that lasted 4 hrs. This evening Ashley and I took the puppies for a run...after they had been playing together all day. After the run they were pretty tired and hungry, they ate like 3x as much as they normally do and then both crashed out. Anyway, the reason for this story was to explain why I'm about to die from puppy farts which is that I wore him out and then he over ate and now I get to smell the results of him eating soooo much! But what can I say I love him so I'll deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322193981345824162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sdw7OlPW_aI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q6tGo1WEJhk/s400/cross+canadian+ragweed+and+rosco+017.JPG" border="0" /&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/5623260666231959441-5349533490222110617?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/5349533490222110617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=5349533490222110617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5349533490222110617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5349533490222110617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/puppy-farts.html' title='Puppy Farts!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sdw7OaOeLCI/AAAAAAAAAJU/VIub_gfpBQ0/s72-c/cross+canadian+ragweed+and+rosco+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6353252432534525998</id><published>2009-04-07T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:58:48.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yard work</title><content type='html'>I really need to get back to my old picture taking habits...I used to always take pictures of everything and now I'm luck if I remember to take one the entire time I'm doing something fun.  I always have my camera with me I just forget to use it.  Last weekend I worked in Jesse's yard, I tore apart one of his planters and planted new flowers, they were light pink, dark pink and purple.  I really enjoyed it.  I was going to take pictures too.  I also need to take pictures because I told his mom I would take pictures of his house so she could see what it looks like and I planned on doing that every day last weekend including monday morning before I left to come back to Las Cruces and some how it slipped my minde every day...it also felt like I was only there for one day but either way working in the yard was enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6353252432534525998?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6353252432534525998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6353252432534525998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6353252432534525998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6353252432534525998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/04/yard-work.html' title='yard work'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-713948026759852978</id><published>2009-03-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:00:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Wheels...My Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SdGhpiyxdiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zsg2EMpb6rU/s1600-h/hotwheels+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319210369987737122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SdGhpiyxdiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zsg2EMpb6rU/s400/hotwheels+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Wheels is my horse, or at least he is for a few more days. I would like to keep him but I'm just not in town enough to have him and I would kind of prefer to go see Jesse and hang out with him on the weekends than stay home and take care of my horse.  So basically boyfriend trumps horse and Hot Wheels has to go.  The good news is that he is going to a good home where he will get to live on a ranch and run as much as he would like.  He has a lot of spunk so it will  be very good for him.  The pictures above aren't the best because they were taken just after I gave him a bath and he wasn't dry yet.  His new owner will take over on Thursday (April 2) and while I will miss him it is the best for him.  Plus I don't have as much free time as I once thought, I have time between classes which is more than enough for running errands but not quite enough to go saddle a horse and get a decent ride in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319210377435816786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SdGhp-iiI1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/lrLaGwJXkXU/s400/hotwheels+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I have my bros puppy back the little monster (Roscoe Knox) so he will keep me busy.  I already feel bad if I don't spend enough time with him while I'm at class and such so it will be for the best to say goodbye to Hot Wheels.  Isn't he a cute little thing (he's only like 14 hands)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-713948026759852978?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/713948026759852978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=713948026759852978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/713948026759852978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/713948026759852978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/03/hot-wheelsmy-horse.html' title='Hot Wheels...My Horse'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SdGhpiyxdiI/AAAAAAAAAJE/zsg2EMpb6rU/s72-c/hotwheels+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-7876879860615060163</id><published>2009-03-16T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:43:04.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesse brought me roses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957981651977154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74oTe3w8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/uC221JHrO-s/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they beautiful?!?  I love them!  I was just cleaning up my kitchen when he came in and surprised me with them on friday.  What a sweetie, I love him!  He was at training on my birthday and didn't get done till valentines day so I didn't get any then (I think he felt bad) so he surprised me friday.  I think Alicia is right its much better to get them randomly then for holidays and birthday.  I was already excited cause he was coming to see me but when I got them it brightened me up a little more.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74ozTq6JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3pGLEWeCaDk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957990194931858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74ozTq6JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/3pGLEWeCaDk/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't decide which picture was my favorite of them so you all get to see a few favorites.  He laughed at me when I told him I was going to dry them and keep them forever because they are the first flowers he's given me.  I really do love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74ol_E94I/AAAAAAAAAI0/uxWLQ5ZRDaA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957986618898306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74ol_E94I/AAAAAAAAAI0/uxWLQ5ZRDaA/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our weekend was a lot of fun.  I think the most entertaining part was when Jesse decided to go try on cowboy boots, at least it was in the beginning.  He couldn't decide what exactly he was looking for so we ended up being in the store for like an hour and a half and I didn't try on anything or really even look for stuff.  It was all about him.  We were going to go to Texas Roadhouse saturday night but once we got there we decided we didn't want to wait an hour for a table so we went to Applebee's instead which was quite good.  We got the 2 for $20 thing, we got spinach and artichoke dip for the appetizer and I got a steak for dinner and Jesse got chicken pasta... its a pretty good deal you should try it sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/5623260666231959441-7876879860615060163?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/7876879860615060163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=7876879860615060163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7876879860615060163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7876879860615060163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/03/jesse-brought-me-roses.html' title='Jesse brought me roses!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/Sb74oTe3w8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/uC221JHrO-s/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-9091913024499444475</id><published>2009-03-10T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:37:01.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SbcjoeEL9_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qBNdjD04ciw/s1600-h/kimmy+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311753463679154162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SbcjoeEL9_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qBNdjD04ciw/s400/kimmy+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has seemed incredibly long, from the moment I woke up. I went to bed pretty early but didn't fall asleep for a long time, I was just thinking too much. This morning when I woke up I really wanted to go back to sleep but I had to get up and get ready. The past few mornings I could have slept in but instead I was wide awake brite and early and couldn't fall back asleep. This made the day seem very long and made me feel crappy all day for some reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this is not intended to be a post about me complaining. I was going to tell you about my weekend. Jesse and I went up to Springerville friday afternoon/evening, we stopped in Alpine to see how everything is coming along on the Cabin...it is definately a construction zone but it should look really good when its done. Saturday we went to Pinetop and watched a movie (Mall Cop) and Rach did a little shopping. Sunday we came back to New Mexico, we stopped in Alpine and went for a ride on the 4-wheeler before going back to Silver City. While we were there we did get a few things...like my grill, and tack stuff for my horse (not sure if dad knows about the horse), and a basket for my bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday (Monday) was Jesse's birthday I didn't really make it very exciting for him but we grilled elk steaks and I made him a cake. Brian ate with us (he's Jesse's roommate) and then we watched a movie. Oh yes and I met him for lunch...at Wendy's. It was fine dining. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty good weekend except for the fact that I didn't take a single picture and had my camera with me the entire time!  The one posted is from a while ago, its elk between Alpine and Springerville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-9091913024499444475?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/9091913024499444475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=9091913024499444475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/9091913024499444475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/9091913024499444475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='...hmmm...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SbcjoeEL9_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/qBNdjD04ciw/s72-c/kimmy+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-7523406342373537685</id><published>2009-02-23T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:40:56.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should really be studying for my test tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306216995532506354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SaN4Pm_bBPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/djMzDcBAkBk/s400/christmas-new+years+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hot Wheels&lt;/span&gt;, I really want him and his owner wants to give him to me... now I just have to talk my dad into letting me have him! Any suggestions?  He is pretty small but he will still be fun to ride.  His owner got him so his kids could use him for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gymkhana&lt;/span&gt; but he is a little to fast for them, so he isn't being used.  I have been wanting a horse pretty much since I moved to Las Cruces and started living in a trailer park that has an arena and horse stalls.  Don't get me wrong I'm not crazy I know it takes effort to take care of a horse but I'm not exactly unreliable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So... if you have any suggestions as to how to talk my daddy into letting his little girl have a horse please let me know!  There has to be some way I can have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306216997979566418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SaN4PwG2MVI/AAAAAAAAAH8/yGz0w21i4ro/s400/christmas-new+years+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The pictures aren't the greatest because he still had his winter coat and he had a sattle on for a while which made him sweaty and it was too cold to wash him so thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5623260666231959441-7523406342373537685?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/7523406342373537685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=7523406342373537685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7523406342373537685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/7523406342373537685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-should-really-be-studying-for-my-test.html' title='I should really be studying for my test tomorrow...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SaN4Pm_bBPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/djMzDcBAkBk/s72-c/christmas-new+years+010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6819188917687013652</id><published>2009-02-17T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:08:10.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZuUh5rycGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JebIMvvxrkQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996296299966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZuUh5rycGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JebIMvvxrkQ/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; So this is my one and only Valentine's photo. I went to picnik and made it all cute but for some reason it doesn't want to download to my computer, so if you want to see the "done up" one then you can check it out on myspace or facebook. While it was not necessarily the most romantic day I had a great time. Most of the day we just layed around watching movies and tv because Jesse had been at training for two weeks so that was more fun. We also went to Sam's Club to get DVDs for burning and a couple of other things. After that we went to dinner at this cool Mexican Restaurant in Mesilla called La Posta. I had been wanting to go there since I moved to Las Cruces because my mom had told me it was really good and she used to eat there when she lived here. When I first moved here we tried to go eat there but it was closed for remodeling so I was really excited to go eat there. The food was sooo good, I had a lot of fun and was excited to be with Jesse. And just a side note to Alicia, I didn't get flower's either... I got a 100 pack of DVD's and Jesse re-burned Grey's Anatomy Season 4 for me because somehow I managed to lose it within a month of him giving it to me the first time. Anyway I had a great valentines and got to be with the best boyfriend ever! :)&lt;/span&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/5623260666231959441-6819188917687013652?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6819188917687013652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6819188917687013652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6819188917687013652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6819188917687013652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZuUh5rycGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JebIMvvxrkQ/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6369434281249387176</id><published>2009-02-11T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:45:49.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update... It's been a while</title><content type='html'>So I have tried to write a "catch up" blog a few times but I think I am the worst blogger ever because I always hit backspace or something and delete the entire thing by going to the previous webpage. So here I go again. I don't think I have posted anything since before Christmas... this also makes me a terrible blogger. Well it has been busy with school. I was doing very will with staying ahead in class until my Grandfather (Tysseling) died at the end of January, he was a really great man and I am glad that he is somewhere that he can be happy. I really loved him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717565041613298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8CSPBGfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fJiu_4JoxLU/s400/christmas-new+years+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is Jesse and I at one of his friends in Phoenix, we spent it with some of his friends. They were all really nice and we had a lot of fun. I also met Jesse's family, they were very nice. He has a very cute neice whose name is Emma, we played in the water together and "washed" the cars. Jesse and I were washing my car and she wanted to help so when we were done she started washing her grandmas truck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717570282244034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8Clwex8I/AAAAAAAAAGE/0-Dagb996l4/s400/birthdat+in+Cruces+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717577085629890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8C_GiNcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tkePDtPBF68/s400/birthdat+in+Cruces+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are pictures from my birthday celebration with a couple of friends (Amber and Ashley). We had a lot of fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717579119461986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8DGrcBmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1Ald1-FUuec/s400/Rach%27s+Pix+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717581239512130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8DOk5bEI/AAAAAAAAAGU/u_5V73csoxE/s400/birthdat+in+Cruces+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this of course is Roscoe Knox, isn't he a cute little fatty! I love him but he is a little bit of a monster. He is really my brothers dog but since he can't take care of him most of the time I usually will have him; although I don't at the moment cause JT can take care of him. I miss him a lot. Well I call him Monster most of the time or Knox, J doesn't really like that I call him Knox but he will deal with it I suppose. He totally has an attitude and he is incredibly hard to stay mad at with that little puppy face. By the way he is an English Bulldog. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6369434281249387176?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6369434281249387176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6369434281249387176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6369434281249387176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6369434281249387176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-have-tried-to-write-catch-up-blog.html' title='An update... It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SZN8CSPBGfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fJiu_4JoxLU/s72-c/christmas-new+years+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-904000581670361106</id><published>2008-12-15T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:28:01.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poof...I wont be blind anymore!</title><content type='html'>It's official...I'm getting Lasiks done on Friday at 10:20 a.m. I am sooooo excited to not wear glasses.  I went to my first appointment today, I have to go again on wednesday and then get the surgery on friday.  I have been longing for this day since the opthamologist told me I needed to stop wearing my contacts because they were scaring my eyes.  And also I get new sunglasses that should cost $150, I get to choose from a variety many of which are bebe or vogue. yay for me.  The only slightly bad part is that I can't wear make-up for at least two weeks ( I don't wear make-up very often) and its the christmas/new years time frame.  This shouldn't really affect to much but i usaully like to get all dressed up and take pictures, but i suppose just getting my hair all curly and dressing cute will have to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-904000581670361106?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/904000581670361106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=904000581670361106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/904000581670361106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/904000581670361106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/12/poofi-wont-be-blind-anymore.html' title='Poof...I wont be blind anymore!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-5394217320390217057</id><published>2008-12-08T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:52:31.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/ST2jT_QAHhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx-cISt5ej0/s1600-h/kimmy+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277553902139481618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/ST2jT_QAHhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx-cISt5ej0/s400/kimmy+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this last weekend was a pretty good one...except i pretty much forgot to take pictures!  the picture above is pretty much the only picture we took and it isn't exactly the greatest!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jesse&lt;/span&gt; came to visit and we went and explored &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cruces&lt;/span&gt; a little bit more than normal.  we went farther than just the mall and everyday places.  we tried out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;restaurants we hadn't been to before.  walked around the old historic mesilla town square and drove around and looked at all the amazing houses in the area.  i kept him in town a few hours later than he was planning on staying... but in my defense when he left it meant that i just had to hangout by myself without any entertainment from him and no one to lay around and cuddle with! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;now i just have to wait for this week to end and i am outta here for christmas break.  i have four finals this week, i took two last week.  i am so excited for this semester to be over.  this weekend i am going out to california and i have plans to get lasiks done on my eyes next week! I can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-5394217320390217057?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/5394217320390217057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=5394217320390217057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5394217320390217057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5394217320390217057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/12/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/ST2jT_QAHhI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx-cISt5ej0/s72-c/kimmy+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-5559959511300780387</id><published>2008-12-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:01:27.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/STdhLOgjLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jGp5K7PRc60/s1600-h/DSCN0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275792333988899906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/STdhLOgjLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jGp5K7PRc60/s400/DSCN0905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this not the best looking piece of cake you've ever seen? I am soooo late to post this but I just got the pictures on my computer and didn't want to tell about it without the pictures. About a month ago or so one of my teachers suggested that we meet somewhere outside of the classroom, so we went to this italian restaurant, it was soooo good. I got fettuccine alfredo and their sauce was to die for. Then, as everyone was finishing up she tells us that she's taking care of the bill but to leave a really good tip. Since she was paying for the bill I decided I would get dessert to go. I got this amazing chocolate italian cream cake (7 layers), I was so impressed by it that I took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275795309370953922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/STdj4aq6UMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8ShDdmLFW_s/s400/DSCN0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just have to say that I have a pretty cool teacher.... none of the others have ever done anything like this!&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/5623260666231959441-5559959511300780387?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/5559959511300780387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=5559959511300780387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5559959511300780387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/5559959511300780387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-not-best-looking-piece-of-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/STdhLOgjLEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jGp5K7PRc60/s72-c/DSCN0905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-4813171219269790321</id><published>2008-11-19T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T22:25:27.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for tomorrow to be over... at least the school part of it. Why you ask? Because then I have a week off from school, which really makes me love thanksgiving! This week started off good...great even, Jesse got a massage therapist to come to his apartment and give me a massage on Monday evening (he is sooo sweet)! Then, Tuesday had to come along; I had to get up early and drive home to Las Cruces, hurry up and change into "professional" clothes so that I could present an hour long presentation at the end of the day. Getting everything ready for this presentation has been hell, there is no other word for it. There were four of us in the group, however essentially two of us did close to all the work for it. I am really perturbed with one lady in the group, she is in her 50s, can't show up any less than 30 minutes late for any group meeting even when we're coming directly from the classroom to the lab, and likes to tell people she has problems with ADD but she can't get it diagnosed (she totally uses this as a crutch). So anyway, when she finally does show up she has up stop to tell her what we're working on, stays there for a couple of minutes and disappears for a while after which she comes back and has us stop working again to bring her up to speed, then she goes on to start a conversation completely off subject and rambles for at least 10 minutes straight after which I have to interject and say "we need to focus on our project". The other two girls are way to nice and feel bad about stopping her or intrupting while she is in mid sentence but I don't because she is a pain in my big fat booty! BTW, my interjection always makes the other two girls laugh under their breath or turn their heads and laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So after a long day of classes and working on getting ready to present in pretty much every spare moment it came time for the actual presenting. As we go to present the 50+ year old has ther nerve to say "since you guys did everything esle, I'll do most of the talking" as though she was going to do her part by talking about stuff she knew nothing about because she hadn't hellped with it. What's even worse is the fact that everytime one of the people who actually did work on it stated to say something she would but in and start trying to take over and give totally wrong information which the rest of us were left to correct and say thats not actually how that goes... plus she made us look even worse by not deciding to dress "professionally", she came dressed in an old raggedy t-shirt and sweats. Come on lady you are in your fifties, have some common sense and be respectful...you shouldn't need a babysitter. I was the youngest one in the group and that is exactly what I felt like. GRRRRR!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that sent my mood soaring for pretty much the rest of this week while I'm at school. So that is why I can't wait for the end of school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Jesse on Saturday and everyone else throughout the rest of next week!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-4813171219269790321?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/4813171219269790321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=4813171219269790321&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4813171219269790321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4813171219269790321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-wait-for-tomorrow-to-be-over.html' title='Last day of school'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8425268658535438985</id><published>2008-11-04T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:32:07.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC-y1Qo7uI/AAAAAAAAADs/i6zM1c_huPM/s1600-h/kimmy+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917744895717090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC-y1Qo7uI/AAAAAAAAADs/i6zM1c_huPM/s400/kimmy+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few weeks ago Jesse had a Monday off... I think it was Columbus Day ( this really doesn't matter), so we walked down town in Silver City and went to the Co-Op a little health food store, he hadn't been there and we had been talking about going for a while. When we were there and looking around he saw some cookies from Kashi that he wanted and there were a few different kinds but only one of them didn't have stuff he was allergic to in them. He didn't get them there because they were kinda expensive and figured we could check at Walmart. So later on when we went to Walmart we checked and they a place for them but they were out; for the past few weeks every time I've gone to the store I have checked for those stupid cookies and they were always out. Finally last night when I went to Walmart I figured I would check and just maybe they would have the cookies and much to my surprise they did. So I got all excited and bought them and just waited in suspense to take them to Jesse... then I finally got back to his apartment and proudly announced that I had something for him and gave him the cookies. He then began to read the ingredients and a minute or two later he tells me he can't eat them because they have walnuts in them and he might be allergic....ALL my excitement was gone. Now the cookies are all mine which kinda means so much for trying to eat health, although they are Kashi and somewhat healthy. Oh well I guess thats how it goes and I shouldn't try so hard to be a good girlfeind.  Oh  yes and just to explain the picture above I discovered a tricky function on my camera and this is the result.   I takes 16 pictures one after the other and I was trying it out on Jesse, who was not nearly as humored by it as I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8425268658535438985?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8425268658535438985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8425268658535438985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8425268658535438985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8425268658535438985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-tried.html' title='I Tried'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC-y1Qo7uI/AAAAAAAAADs/i6zM1c_huPM/s72-c/kimmy+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8474399380454208996</id><published>2008-11-04T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:42:03.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC0vkLl31I/AAAAAAAAADE/zcZfBPzWhHQ/s1600-h/kimmy+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264906693655256914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC0vkLl31I/AAAAAAAAADE/zcZfBPzWhHQ/s320/kimmy+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Halloween I dressed up as a go-go dancer. I know I look quite hideous in that dress, but I threw it together at the last minute. This motorcycle was parked downtown so I couldn't help but to pose next to it... don't I look super sexy! I didn't stay out very long but I did get a couple good pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264908329235737826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC2OxMXbOI/AAAAAAAAADc/fZHS5lyqJOw/s320/kimmy+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Group shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264908323179470306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC2OaocHeI/AAAAAAAAADU/qBCvU0SJCT8/s320/kimmy+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264907809111568146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC1wflGbxI/AAAAAAAAADM/8KTvtOI_1po/s320/kimmy+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Who couldn't LOVE these pink tights...too bad Ididn't have some lime green boots to go with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264908333472112562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC2PA-ZX7I/AAAAAAAAADk/8CgDb_RSRWg/s320/kimmy+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8474399380454208996?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8474399380454208996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8474399380454208996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8474399380454208996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8474399380454208996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SRC0vkLl31I/AAAAAAAAADE/zcZfBPzWhHQ/s72-c/kimmy+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-2040472040640462638</id><published>2008-10-29T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:04:46.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Computer :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just wanting to say how much I love my new computer. I also have an awesome dad who bought it for me after mine went up in smoke (literally). I am alarmingly intrigued by the fact that it has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;webcam&lt;/span&gt; that I have been loving playing with...I'm like a little kid with a new toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262760859634337602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SQkVHlhVh0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bPBBeogNRFY/s320/Picture+0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it's a silly picture but it's better than anything I could take at the moment beings that I'm laying in bed looking quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atrocious.  Just don't tell Jesse I posted this pic because I was acting silly playing with the webcam and I know he wouldn't approve; but I think he looks cute with his cheesy smile :)  Anyway Just wanted to say how much I love this computer and the fact that the battery lasts for atleast two and a half hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-2040472040640462638?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/2040472040640462638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=2040472040640462638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/2040472040640462638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/2040472040640462638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-new-computer.html' title='My New Computer :)'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SQkVHlhVh0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/bPBBeogNRFY/s72-c/Picture+0006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1096086051922556641</id><published>2008-10-28T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:20:14.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Alicia</title><content type='html'>I know I might be crazy in posting this because it really doesn't make that much sense...but I'm gonna do it anyway. Plus I'm guessing the only person that will read it is Alicia. As I was putting stuff away from the weekend, I realized there were flies all over my ceiling. This is for Alicia because I remember one night she had flies all over her ceiling, so I got her phone book and started killing them (with excitement). So I looked around and saw a small magazine that had come in the mail and started swating at them, feeling more content with every one I killed. Finally I looked around and didn't see anymore so I put the magazine down and started to my bed; as I looked around there were a bunch more in my room. So...I grabed my checkbook that was sitting on my nightstand and began swatting again, however this time I wasn't as lucky. Of like six flies in my tiny bedroom I think I got one, after which I gave up and turned off the light. I know this is a silly story without much meaning but it made me think of that night with Easha and how entertaing it was everytime I killed a fly. Well I'm off to bed...and these pesky flies are still buggin' me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-1096086051922556641?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1096086051922556641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1096086051922556641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1096086051922556641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1096086051922556641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-alicia.html' title='For Alicia'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8426185917734805184</id><published>2008-10-14T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:26:06.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye Computer</title><content type='html'>So last week was going fairly well, not a lot of homework due and I got to be lazy.  I was enjoying the slow week after the craziness of the previous week...that is until Wednesday night.  So I was just browsing the internet kinda messing around and all of the sudden I hear a soft noise, I look down and there is smoke coming out of the keyboard on my laptop, but the computer didn't shut off.  This freaked me out a bit so I turned it off as quick as possilble, unplugged it and pulled out the battery then like with everything else called my dad to let him know.  I think I have this undoubting feeling that even though my dad is hundreds of miles away he can fix any of my problems instantly as long as I call him right away.  So it's like almost 11 o'clock which is ten in Cali and I call him freaking out and tell him what happened and he stays calm and asks if I have unplugged it and turned it off and taken out the battery then tells me "well there's nothing you can do about it tonight; we'll make sure we get you another one".  So then I call Jesse who can't do anything either to tell him and I'm pretty sure waking him up so that he can calm me down and make me feel better and he did.  The only problem that was really left for the night was that my house smelled like burning wires which just caused me to be continually annoyed with the fact that my computer had just died. &lt;br /&gt;As I got to class on Thursday morning I ask a guy(Matt) I know if he knows much about computers and he says kinda but that he has a friend that works on them and asks why.  I explain to him what happened the night before and tell him that I have another computer that is the same model but also has minor problems.  Luckily he says his buddy will fix it cheap.  So I met my sis for dinner on Friday and she brought me her computer. So I see Matt again today in class and ask him about his friend fixing the computer and he says he's going to see him after class.  So after class he is nice and drives me to my car (I park a ways away from the building because I didn't buy a parking pass)  waits as I get the computers out and then drives me back to the building for my next class.&lt;br /&gt;I just got done taking a test and began to walk down the three flights of stairs in the building and realized I had no computer at home so as I was hitting the bottom of the stairs I stood in the stair well and pondered about whether or not I wanted to climb back up the stairs for the 4th time today.  After standing there for about two minutes I decided that I might as well come back up and do some homework on the computer at school so that I can get done with it.  So here I am just as the clouds are beginning to clear and the sun is coming out at four in the afternoon (its been rainy and dreary all day).  So now I'm just hoping that Matt will call or txt me tonight and let me know about the stupid computer!  Anyway this is my drearyness and ranting because I don't know what to do at home without a computer and I don't particullarly like sitting in the computer lab at school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8426185917734805184?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8426185917734805184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8426185917734805184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8426185917734805184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8426185917734805184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/10/bye-bye-computer.html' title='Bye Bye Computer'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-6591642502633983211</id><published>2008-10-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:42:03.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a 23 year old with braces...</title><content type='html'>So after six months of braces my bottom teeth finally have enough space between them to take the dreaded coil (spring) out that went across the front of my bottom teeth... I'm elated.  The dang spring has embedded itself into my lower lip, there is now a scar from it you can see all the little coil marks that it made.  The good thing is that today I went to the orthodontist, where I am always the about the oldest person in the waiting room excluding parents, and they took the stupid thing out.  I can barely even tell there is anything sticking out on my teeth now except that they put a thicker wire on so they are a little bit tight which I can deal with.  I realize that it is silly that I post a blog about this but if you were 23 with braces you might be just as happy as I am. &lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't complain about the braces as my teeth were not terribly bad before I had them put on but it does make me remember what I was also going to post about them.  I am always entertained by the fact that countless people notice that I have braces...then ask me about them...then without fail flash their incredibly crooked and out of place teeth and say "I'm so glad I never needed braces"! I will admit that not everyone that says this has bad teeth but I am amazed at how many people have teeth about ten times as bad as mine were before I got the braces say it.  Maybe it makes them feel a little better about themselves I don't know but it always kinda makes me laugh inside because I can't really say anything to that.  This may not be at all funny to anyone else but to me they would be better off not saying anything just notice my ugly braces and go on about your day. &lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done with my silliness and just want to say that I am actually happy to have these dreaded things that most people get at the latest in high school because when they come off I know my teeth will be beautiful and I have already seen quite a major improvement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-6591642502633983211?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/6591642502633983211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=6591642502633983211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6591642502633983211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/6591642502633983211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-23-year-old-with-braces.html' title='I&apos;m a 23 year old with braces...'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-9084402102104453123</id><published>2008-10-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T19:10:16.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OnE cRaZy WeEk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV-rPWYvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c4UpwZTK2F4/s1600-h/DSCN0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV-rPWYvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c4UpwZTK2F4/s400/DSCN0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252743821717454578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV6TsLoiJI/AAAAAAAAACs/Pyh6khQRcuw/s1600-h/DSCN0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV6TsLoiJI/AAAAAAAAACs/Pyh6khQRcuw/s400/DSCN0853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252739019093608594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So instead of doing my homework all weekend I decided to help my friend Amber from Silver City celebrate her 21st birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV5Hcig1tI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kyuy9h4PEPw/s1600-h/DSCN0872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV5Hcig1tI/AAAAAAAAACk/Kyuy9h4PEPw/s400/DSCN0872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252737709224548050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and go to the fair in Cliff (it's like 30 miles from Silver) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV429wRJnI/AAAAAAAAACc/ggW8Ib2RzAA/s1600-h/DSCN0871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV429wRJnI/AAAAAAAAACc/ggW8Ib2RzAA/s320/DSCN0871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252737426082834034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and lay around with Jesse and watch movies and talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means that I put off writing two 6 page papers, studying for a test, preparing two presentations, and also a 2 page paper.  When I got home at the beginning of the week I thought there was no way I was going to finish all of this homework which was due at various times Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.  Amazingly I did it but I do not know how.  I should probably also thank Jesse for listening to me complain about it like everyday when I would get frustrated and need to vent a little.  Oh yes, when I got home from my little weekend venture on Monday and went to turn on my water...nothing came out.  Let me tell you how happy I was that I had showered before I left because I didn't have time to deal with it.  What had happened was while I was gone my trailer that I live in which is a 5th wheel got a leak underneath so my neighbors were nice enough to turn the water off to avoid a pretty good flood in the area.  So after I got done with school on Tuesday at like 6 o'clock (a day of a test and two in class presentations) I went and got the stuff to fix my nice leak.  I have been dying for today to come because it meant that all of this gruesome homework and crap I've been dealing with would be over and I could start being excited that I have friends coming to see me and go to the Southern New Mexico State Fair... Josh Gracin is going to be there and I'm super excited! So now I get to be relieved and excited and enjoy the weekend at the fair and all my friends that are coming to go with me :)&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/5623260666231959441-9084402102104453123?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/9084402102104453123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=9084402102104453123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/9084402102104453123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/9084402102104453123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-crazy-week.html' title='OnE cRaZy WeEk!'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SOV-rPWYvvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c4UpwZTK2F4/s72-c/DSCN0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-8488263749250235708</id><published>2008-09-23T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:39:24.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNmmJw4iDTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wmms4KUONic/s1600-h/749477-R1-02-2_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNmmJw4iDTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wmms4KUONic/s320/749477-R1-02-2_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409527348071730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia tagged me a while ago and I am finally doing this, when I first read it I was still a little slow on the blog website but I'm starting to get the hang of it.  I posted a picture of Leah and I because she is the crazy girl that I am tagging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: Kimmy&lt;br /&gt;I know: That I will get done with school one of these days&lt;br /&gt;I want: to be able to snap my fingers and go anywhere I want in an instant...no driving required&lt;br /&gt;I have: a lot of great friends&lt;br /&gt;I wish: I was done with school...or at least just fast forward through this week without doing homework/tests&lt;br /&gt;I hate: infections&lt;br /&gt;I fear: I won't get all my homework done this semester&lt;br /&gt;I feel: a lot better since most of my house is clean now...it hasn't been clean for a while :(&lt;br /&gt;I hear: my phone telling me I have a txt&lt;br /&gt;I smell. bananas&lt;br /&gt;I crave: something good&lt;br /&gt;I search: for my phone while i'm talking on it quite frequently&lt;br /&gt;I regret: not doing more homework this past weekend&lt;br /&gt;I love: my family and friends&lt;br /&gt;I always: procrastinate way too much&lt;br /&gt;I am not: as energetic as I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;I believe: most of the time people hurt your feelings they don't realize it&lt;br /&gt;I dance: with jesse in his living room regularly&lt;br /&gt;I sing: in the car a lot&lt;br /&gt;I fight: with words...not fists&lt;br /&gt;I lose: my keys and phone all the time&lt;br /&gt;I win: hopefully something good like a lot of money&lt;br /&gt;I never: accomplish everything I plan on&lt;br /&gt;I listen: when I think it will help me or someone needs to talk&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: I will procrastinate a little bit too much&lt;br /&gt;I need: get some homework done and finish cleaning&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about: graduating in May&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, I TAG: i will say Leah because I don't know who else will read this and Alicia tagged me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-8488263749250235708?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/8488263749250235708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=8488263749250235708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8488263749250235708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/8488263749250235708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/09/alicia-tagged-me-while-ago-and-i-am.html' title='Tag'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNmmJw4iDTI/AAAAAAAAACU/Wmms4KUONic/s72-c/749477-R1-02-2_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-1236251227060351516</id><published>2008-09-21T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:31:58.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few new pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcDg7qWbPI/AAAAAAAAACM/Upkmcl5QYlQ/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248667755029622002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcDg7qWbPI/AAAAAAAAACM/Upkmcl5QYlQ/s320/DSC00142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248665753189445874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcBsaOdcPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hkoUdvPG6ME/s320/DSC00139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Aurora and I we are just hanging out having a good time. We spend way too much time together. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcCPluliPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/y7hQZPTHZKM/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248666357572405490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcCPluliPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/y7hQZPTHZKM/s320/DSC00137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse and I&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcC5fJGx7I/AAAAAAAAACE/w-MJUO6Adpw/s1600-h/DSC00148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248667077359093682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcC5fJGx7I/AAAAAAAAACE/w-MJUO6Adpw/s320/DSC00148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;The Girls&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/5623260666231959441-1236251227060351516?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/1236251227060351516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=1236251227060351516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1236251227060351516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/1236251227060351516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-few-new-pics.html' title='Just a few new pics'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNcDg7qWbPI/AAAAAAAAACM/Upkmcl5QYlQ/s72-c/DSC00142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-3715280579233750320</id><published>2008-09-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:39:05.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting the Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNB6M6IsOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/_9riOF5MnSc/s1600-h/80s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNB6M6IsOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/_9riOF5MnSc/s320/80s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827928069355698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, I'm not exactly a writer but I am trying this whole blogging thing...mostly because I was enjoying reading Alica's posts oh so much and she went and set her account to private and in order to continue reading her posts I had to set up an account.  I realize that doesn't require me to actually blog but I am going to try it out, no guarantees on being entertaining though.  If nothing else I will probably post some interesting pictures that tend to make me look like an idiot but who cares, if you know me you will understand and if you don't then I really don't care :)  The picture above I figure is pretty entertaining and I might as well explain the outfit.  A friend wanted to have an 80's themed birthday party so I did my best to look the part...only the sad part is that there were like only three or four of us that dressed up.  Oh well we had fun getting dressed up.  I only wish that the picture wasn't blurry and you could see the full extent of the whole getup, trust me if you aren't laughing at what I look like from a distance you should see my eye make-up...and I even have the braces going. he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5623260666231959441-3715280579233750320?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/3715280579233750320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=3715280579233750320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/3715280579233750320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/3715280579233750320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-im-not-exactly-writer-but-i-am.html' title='Starting the Blogging'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SNB6M6IsOLI/AAAAAAAAABo/_9riOF5MnSc/s72-c/80s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5623260666231959441.post-4428228739375404817</id><published>2008-08-25T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T17:37:35.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hair crimping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SLNQBZf--iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0LNSiwMV_o/s1600-h/Leah+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SLNQBZf--iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0LNSiwMV_o/s400/Leah+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238618776517147170" 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/5623260666231959441-4428228739375404817?l=ktysseling.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/feeds/4428228739375404817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5623260666231959441&amp;postID=4428228739375404817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4428228739375404817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5623260666231959441/posts/default/4428228739375404817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ktysseling.blogspot.com/2008/08/hair-crimping.html' title='hair crimping'/><author><name>mrs. searles</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13499089540009129760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/TFemRAgwJXI/AAAAAAAAATQ/J5xX-dClx7E/S220/Searles_0502.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KuVPOwDFHtg/SLNQBZf--iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F0LNSiwMV_o/s72-c/Leah+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
