tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15579027993052086252024-03-14T02:39:26.510-07:00Improve the Shining MomentsKendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-19184181559249153072009-12-17T14:39:00.000-08:002009-12-17T16:08:52.342-08:00Holiday Cheer<div style="text-align: center;">Confession: The Gap Holiday adds have made me proud of my cheerleading career.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My 6 year old self would have done anything to be one of these girls. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I would have sat in front of the TV until I learned the whole routine, then everywhere I went I would be performing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"><object width="437" height="263"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGUd6sFGMN8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yGUd6sFGMN8&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="437" height="263"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I would still do anything to be in one of these adds. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-79881418286584023792009-10-06T08:52:00.000-07:002009-10-06T08:59:39.135-07:00Cupcakes!Last week one of my cute roommates had a birthday. One of her many nicknames is "princess" and she LOVES cupcakes so I made her these for her party. <div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJJy5_pQEKXWytNxCoZ9BLwXrGPYcJbI4QZs0OffUzgQIbSWHB9Vwbpynvmt2sgbjHNMuLhgSCqp-NikV4ocEa3aPzTYcbrwugPArgdyU3g1t_buVMcciYgZiUYZSFRRSdMflS-hM3EUY/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389516967842644914" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cherry Chip Cupcakes with Cherry Chunk Butter Cream Frosting</div><div><br /></div><div>My secret cake supply store only had 2 types of pink chocolate melts. It was either mint or Strawberry. I didn't think mint would taste very good with cherry so I went with strawberry for the crowns.</div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-54461260028584720422009-09-22T11:11:00.000-07:002009-09-22T11:29:19.972-07:00Baby Dawes!These two beautiful people are having a baby boy!!<div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEVusB2LON678zH_gB51B2tN0eH4KAySpFVXK9TUCLvF4yngIQWrVCKzxFlx-6lqdXiMR_9D2M8WOZ6BnBTV3hd8FdizXdTx6DeqU2xa7UTxWEtNsl3r4VZ_oj0iLNfGiIccRxF6aGUA/s400/engagements+042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384360030472323634" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I loved having two sisters but I secretly wanted a brother. I didn't want to replace any of my sisters, I just wanted another sibling. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now my sister is having a boy! I know my Dad is excited to have a boy around. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All weekend I was looking at little boy stuff. I am so excited! And I think I have an idea for an embroidered onsie for him! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feb. 17th is the expected day!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-39413265261433650962009-09-11T10:05:00.000-07:002009-09-11T10:50:12.192-07:00Freedom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">“Now, we have inscribed a new memory alongside those others. It’s a memory of tragedy and shock, of loss and mourning. But not only of loss and mourning. It’s also a memory of bravery and self-sacrifice, and the love that lays down its life for a friend–even a friend whose name it never knew. “<br /></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">- President George W. Bush, December 11, 2001</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am sad for those who have lost their lives in the service of our country and the attacks on 9/11. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I pray for those who are missing a family member today due to the war and the attacks that you will have peace and comfort in your hearts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I also pray for those who are currently serving our country that you might be protected and you can return back to this great country to your families and enjoy the privileges you have fought so hard for.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am grateful I live in the country I do where I am able to choose my profession, where I live, the school I go to and most important to me, the religion I practice. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thank you to those who fight and sacrifice their lives so I can continue to have my freedoms.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px;font-family:Arial;font-size:12px;"> <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkWc_EKLs4E&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mkWc_EKLs4E&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-12967999852085003712009-09-07T11:42:00.000-07:002009-09-07T12:16:07.834-07:00Super Girl had a birthday!Taylor is the greatest girl I know. Easy. I have a picture of her on my desk next to me and she seriously looks like super girl with a volleyball in her hand. I feel like she really might have super powers sometimes because she so great!<div><br /></div><div>This girl is going places in life. She's one tough girl. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have so many favorite memories of her. Basically her whole life. She's smart, funny, aware, responsible, full of love for everyone, all around a really awesome girl. </div><div><br /></div><div>She can rap the whole Tricky song. Sometimes when I miss her I play it. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyzR35Qbt9qUjFWp2FIuSNFO1IqyuTf3_1FlShWTJm2OWIjNSjSgWTkrlmQRVDiTMwWuOAhLAGDvwRNzOigGA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; ">***This just solidifies how awesome I think Taylor is! I LOVE this girl!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TAY!!!!!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"> You are my hero!</span></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-33894621343664000482009-09-07T11:21:00.000-07:002009-09-07T11:40:51.336-07:00Happiness is going home for a monthI'm sorry I have let yet another few months go by without posting. <div><br /></div><div>I went home and had surgery. My doctor (Dr. Seeker) was absolutely fantastic. He is seriously a great man. He walked in and acted like we have known each other for years and we were just best friends forever. That helped a lot. Surgery went great! We got everything taken care of and I am feeling back to normal! </div><div><br /></div><div>There is no better person to have by your side when you aren't well then my Mom. I fully learned that after my car accident. After surgery, the anesthesia had me asking for some funny requests and I guess I kept asking the same questions over and over again. Mom was patient with me and sat right next to me the whole time. The best part was getting peonies and ranunculas from her right after surgery from our favorite Austin Flower Mart. She knows those are both my favorite. What a lovely lady my Mother is!</div><div><br /></div><div>I've learned a lot about the power of prayer from everyone who was praying for me. Thank you! Thank you to everyone for your kind words, flowers, love, friendship and support! I have the best friends and family!</div><div><br /></div><div>I am so glad I was able to be home for the whole thing. I really believe that healing came through just being home with my family. They take great care of me. Lauryn was able to make it down too so we could all be together for a while. I loved it! Home is the best remedy. I believe that 100%. There was lots of shopping, golfing, hiking, volleyball, SHOPPING, and my personal favorite just hanging out and being together. I love love LOVE my family so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you again to everyone for your love! </div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-72180518374128127702009-05-28T10:22:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:39:34.166-07:00Thank You! I have been sitting here trying to think of ways I can thank everyone who has been praying for me, bringing me meals, talking to me, keeping me distracted, and most of all just loved me over the past couple weeks. Nothing I can think of really expresses how much I really appreciate my friends and family. <div> </div><div> For weeks I have been experiencing some intense pain in my abdomen after I eat. I went to the doctor and tried a few things but nothing was working. Eventually last Friday I went to get a CT Scan. A few hours later I got a phone call from Dr. Brown at the hospital telling me I have "lesion" in my pelvis. The doctor was sort of dancing around words and told me I needed to see a doctor on Monday. Good thing Monday was Memorial Day and the doctors office was closed. It was an interesting weekend. I knew I was going to be fine no matter what but I had no idea what I needed to prepare myself for. Sunday my family and my Bishop fasted for me. When I woke up I could feel their love overwhelming me and I felt good. My Bishop gave me a blessing. Again, I felt overwhelmed with the love my my Savior and my family. I am the only one in Utah right now and being absent from my family was sad for me. But feeling their love made me feel so close to them. All weekend I had friends and family making sure I was taken care of. Since I couldn't get into the doctor Monday I went on a hike to Stewart Falls and it was incredible. I secretly wished I could have stayed out there all day but we ended up coming back. I think I'll devote a whole blogpost to my hike soon. </div><div><br /></div><div> Tuesday I finally got into the doctor. I have a cyst on my ovary about the size of a grapefruit. When the doctor told me this I felt a huge sigh of relief. This was the best case scenario for me and I can totally handle this. It's not going to go away on it's own, so yesterday I got an ultrasound done to determine what kind of surgery and when. I am feeling relieved, happy, at peace, and comforted. I can handle this easily! A few of you know some of the thoughts I was having this weekend about what this could be (mostly Lauryn). I honestly had absolutely no idea and was preparing myself for anything. The one thing I did know is I will be fine. </div><div><br /></div><div> I am so grateful for the gospel in my life and for everyone around me. I definitely had a roller coaster of feelings but the one feeling I always felt was the love of my Savior, family and friends. My older sister, Lauryn, has been great and checked on me every single day and probably got the brunt of me roller coaster emotions. She would call me and call my Mom and made both of us feel better everyday. She was the peace keeper and kept me in check. She's always been a lot more level headed then me. We are worriers in my family and I think it stems from my Mom. She cares so much about us. I know my Mom didn't sleep much this weekend. I missed her SO much this weekend because she knows how to take care of me the best. She knows just how to keep me distracted and entertained and loved. I know my Mom didn't sleep much because sometimes I would get text messages from her in the middle of the night. In the past few months there have been a number of times when my Mom has been so in tune with me and my needs. Her silly text messages in the middle of the night and phone calls during the day were exactly what I needed. My Dad kept calling the doctors and was a lot more successful in getting through to them then I was. If it weren't for him I would probably still be waiting to get into the doctor. When I got the phone call on Friday I know he was worried but he did a great job of staying calm. Taylor is great and would text message me the funniest things and has the best stories. Like the time she brought two left shoes to her volleyball game. I can always count on her for a good laugh. She checked up on me and how I was feeling a lot too. Jen has been awesome and always checked up on me after all of my doctors appointments. She's always asking how I'm feeling. She'll ask me what she can do for me and then say what would your Mom do for you right now. My roommates and friends have all been great and made sure I had things to do and if I needed someone to talk to or be around they were there. I went for lots of walks because it's been so nice outside here lately. I always had someone who was willing to walk with me. Most importantly I am so grateful for the Savior and his love for me. I know the Lord knows me and my limits. He has a plan for me and I know I have a future ahead of me. I know there are so many great things to come. </div><div><br /></div><div> I'm sorry this post is forever long. I don't expect anyone to read it. I am feeling so overwhelmed with gratitude and want to express my love and appreciation to everyone. I don't think I can express in words and let those around me feel how grateful I am for them unless I make them literally <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">feel</span> it. I hope that one day I can let everyone feel what I have been feeling. Now that I know what this is and I know it's not anything that is going to be completely life altering, no one has changed. I still feel an outpouring love and care for me. Thank you to everyone! I love you all! </div><div><div> </div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-53464693842322467322009-05-10T12:09:00.000-07:002009-05-10T12:47:37.263-07:00Happy Mothers Day!<div style="text-align: center;">I can't begin to explain how much I love and appreciate my Mom. I miss her everyday and the longer I have been away, I realize all the things I took for granted growing up. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO_Bmnjh9QeP-NK5Gc4kc0vAyP-bRC9DGqGp-0VVmokwC82D24Wo2nD7ce92mBs1Sj1Z0bWoPhvnyz3fm8HF9kwAGIH043YxDmVN8I4SFGuT9wE8M-ksgMFY84HqYL5lcfUPa-nyzxNMA/s320/DSC00584.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334282221651034098" /><br /></div><div>My Mom has taught piano my whole life. Sometimes before or after lessons she would play just for fun. I never thought anything of it until I wasn't able to hear her play as often anymore. There are definitely some days when my apartment is all quite and I miss listening to her play. I actually downloaded some piano music a couple months ago because I missed it so much. It's beautiful music but it's really not the same. </div><div><br /></div><div>I miss having someone who will do projects with me. My Mom is so creative and she's always thinking of new things to do. When Lauryn and I were little we really got into the whole Beanie Babies craze. We both tried to collect as many animals as we could get our hands on. We each had our own set so there were two of each. On one of the walls in our room my Mom painted a huge mural of Noah's Arc and nailed wooden boxes to the wall to display each of our Beanie Babies "two by two". I wish I had a picture of it because my description doesn't even come close to how cool it was. She was asked to paint a mural on an even bigger wall in Taylor's elementary school. Needless to say it's amazing and I hope stays there forever. </div><div><br /></div><div>I couldn't be home for Mothers Day. It's so hard to be away from her especially today but I hope she knows how much I love her and appreciate her. She's so loving, caring, creative, funny, supportive, thoughtful, beautiful, compassionate, and everything else I could ever ask for. I love her and miss her so much. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Mothers Day!</div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-71071305143412998122009-04-20T10:51:00.000-07:002009-04-20T12:07:55.040-07:00Twenty Three<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRdvAD1HPi7WQN96FhkgqO1BpN2Q2tIh55_WgVc53oJAowIaCa8JcAo7cEvzbklSJFuIOgL4QWhxU4vTY8iQRo15n7A952DbU-9y-6T5GhgCng8khGlBpGAIrLWT0FdrpFIycIOV_uP0/s1600-h/DSC02051.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRdvAD1HPi7WQN96FhkgqO1BpN2Q2tIh55_WgVc53oJAowIaCa8JcAo7cEvzbklSJFuIOgL4QWhxU4vTY8iQRo15n7A952DbU-9y-6T5GhgCng8khGlBpGAIrLWT0FdrpFIycIOV_uP0/s320/DSC02051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846911644835538" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> 23! Yes I have survived a whole 23 years of life! I'm starting to get nervous because I'm starting to realized how fast time really does go by. I was having a discussion with my <a href="http://rayflyer.blogspot.com/">friend</a>, who is also turning 23 soon, about when people ask me how old I am I just say 23. I don't really think about it. It's almost like word vomit. "Twenty Three". In my mind I think I really want to say 21 because I feel like I'm in Neverland where no one gets older. No one is allowed to be older then 21. I'm not sure why that's the rule but in my head anything over 21 just isn't allowed. Rachel and I discussed how 23 is still so young, and I know when I'm 50 I'll wish I could just say I'm 23. I am really happy with my age. I feel very comfortable here. I think my mind still wants to believe I'm 21 still because if I believe I'm younger then I am I wont have to get older? I don't know but I'm really happy where I'm at right now. <br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Eyt_0hRojrI5Uy-ncZ3qEUlVV7hS1D8RAaRt_3OfkfX8TllgtebaHygRccStZ_jWZjAOIUPJzrtJlZr36jvEG3cWYudU5QrgyZoHncVoD049sy_W5sToGFfu_V530hJqy1NYJY9CX0c/s200/DSC02034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326845694415828322" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NSwqZdJznECpM9txeBDYrcJpSb24xyOKCJVevpMGZ2SqesF36AGdx7YnkVvfVCPZC9Qvqsvo_H9GDZjVf1d-1VRpKRBSHEPLTFfOAp62LV7KZaqJA44JR7zN8TruOgQ3rcYO0tzt2U0/s200/DSC02045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326845702160934162" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIpAeV034yjqIns2gZlb_ZPKYRHMMa6An6GSZuhW2DASs7jY-HqLi6UNbpkPAp_70exqhBZlFGL5eENDxOltozF4z33rSK7BWJa2uvmsjNHKRKpBNqUwVwc469FemwHC7XGbBXIWvu58o/s200/DSC02035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326845699473811634" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Disclaimer: There are more the 23 candles on both of those cakes. I got them all in one breath! Does that mean I get extra wishes?!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJGTBBmy11cUbmILnerfLYDd5r_Uit46SE2YCZNPq8xsCTYUszFiWRzeJH6Qo_hzogg7pvzf7JcNRUVqU1nxnOd-PUfKcizA_yZTKTNn2lAnBdFnHVOLSyzXmuJivvspQvH7UN9j7hb3s/s320/DSC02026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326846907074123490" /><br /></div><div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>ANYWAY! I had a great birthday! The birthday miracle happened when my package from my family showed up on my door! This was a miracle because it wasn't expected to come until after my birthday. I can't express how much I love and miss my family. They sent the cutest cards. I got the sweater and skirt I wanted, ribbon and a flower to make a belt, shoes, treats and lots more! <a href="http://sumptuousswish.blogspot.com/">Courtney</a> stopped by the night before and brought me a ceramic hello kitty paint set and a gift card to Red Mango! ( OH how I love that place! 80 calories of Heaven!!!!) Lindsay and Nicole took me to lunch at the Tai Kitchen where our friend Sun works and got us free Mango Sticky rice! Also SO good! At one point I went out to my car and it was covered in toilet paper and a paper chain! My friend Brian confessed it was him when he brought me a drink, Butterfingers, and a bamboo plant. <a href="http://wenglund.blogspot.com/">Whitney</a> and her roommates came by with a huge candy poster card, that so funny and I loved it! Later the Dyers and Nicole, made some cake and invited all my friends over for cake and ice cream. I feel like I have different friends all over the place so I love when everyone can meet and have fun! I had a really great day. I really do have the best family and friends ever! I miss my family SO much all the time but I have great friends who are always here for me and take me in as their own family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLz9kJXmEKNFfKVwptnMJ-U5lafpUodh-Qy-iruBHTGmwiPVK-CH_aCVG9DwH01cjLYclFM5yOMeC_7aRTFdhtSFkAh2289UBkWqnCavCpX2BHBgBcHWyFgED5ubvlIHkfE97NWR1mIOk/s200/DSC02056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326844253245392210" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqJryX_D2sC1z1TAMp-aPqreeIkAgB3omKRi6j5o_SwSYQa6zdC6AOx2DdkZzDDcg6-lfZJGVdDdUWGAD0cIxLgfB_zUXBEyINll-91dduSHZvsE5dyfaa34y9sSEzQ-1p1ZLAIdbBvuE/s200/DSC02031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326844251359340258" /> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj78a93lnNJM6x5pDhLN01KLiX7Ii3hbqKSfNIKBPUdTZGKNbpCblc69Qq9ubmywXc3NUl58I80-YMYdvmswfrrtf6JThyphenhyphen5coylmlQQHa_GpSHVQ_kqqMF3-m5P3sjcF-CmnuXnW3ENUnk/s200/DSC02055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326844246714135906" /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"> (Eric and Benj, Rachel and Tammy, Dean, Brian and Dustin)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxh8WR0X0fae1XajPVZKrS_GVY5BC6MVTS3SSw-j_JQcf6tCX5242VUvsSXk1wOVCNlvIaAKlPqmkfHBeudMyx4DgSTeuy4T4yXiuiXASMGYrq7loYoIToR48qv1MmB3wIZi0hRWbsJgE/s200/DSC02038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326845066738842658" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Julia, Mikkel, and Larissa)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you everyone who made it to my birthday celebration! For those who's pictures didn't make it up I am incredibly sorry. I still love you and am so glad you came! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you everyone else for a phone calls, text messages, treats, surprises, love and wishes! I wish I could have celebrated with everyone, especially all of my family! I love you all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-7146848155305952422009-04-13T09:41:00.000-07:002009-04-17T23:29:35.319-07:00Happy Easter! another late holiday update<div style="text-align: center;">Here is a summary of how I celebrated my Easter. For the pictures I will let you decide the professional from mine and <a href="http://sumptuousswish.blogspot.com/">Courtney's</a>. <br /></div><div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">First and most important I attended <a href="http://mormon.org/">church.</a></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvQXb8woDkdoIorxB8uZB5WgtlXutLfe8qLQy4xBXRM8hcCERm8nYkQFYeNsaeGA6ndZpSU6fSEetDIbjXqM5v5AMLrYgwIawMVNdVN9t8yipxlZtDuqTzHwGFoWbrO-VvwJ9ljH2LbI/s320/ft_easteregg01_xl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324225434652886994" /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/">Martha</a> inspired us to make these </div><img style="text-align: left;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEo6BHATYuH3Dt2-gTPTfhgPmOJ3Z2xEO25wXWCaJ6rA-d5JVmaNXC5i1IeVbAhrnrKpcuDiuv0Whx6ZPoWHCG466JFxApgc2yyLyPZUtQFjcZq-9Fx9qvB0OIbfHdhgVT1woMctBMHHE/s320/DSC02011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325909483865204690" /><div style="text-align: left;">"simple" eggs. I'm sure they are so easy to make when you have a team of 100 other professional egg decorators, unlimited amounts of glue and sparkles. Finding the sparkles should have been our first clue. We went to approximately 4 stores before finally finding some good tubes of glitter. If you ever plan on making these eggs I would block out a good couple days for a carton of eggs.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfdEOmCjQ-rdNBeO9klobaZwkK69ubCihjI7YFB4qqC5Kg1Sc0kyFFSs3FjZGKNLdewvS3KhCPVkDTpTAJ4N8CbBZDKIRsejnyOMib2-v3fSEo6IuPu_znpfq5_0M0WoYFPr0VvgDRFw/s320/3386540542_0bd421a6e1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324225438021886114" /><div><a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/">Bakerella</a> makes all of these cute guys. I got sad and threw in the towl after I burnt the chocolate. I know my mom will read this and laugh because I ALWAYS burn the chocolate. You think I would figure it out by now. Obviously I haven't. We ended up with a few asteroids and a few chicks. I had a small moment and was really disappointed. At this point all of my attempts at making holiday crafts weren't quite the perfection I was hoping. Some girls struggle with their self image because they want to look exactly like the celebrities. I struggle with my artistic ability because all the crafts in the magazines look so perfect and easy. I know my mom would have just whipped out all of these like they were break-n-bake cookies. One day right?! I hope one day I will have an ounce of my Mom's artistic talent. (I currently don't have any photos of my attempt... this might be a good thing.) </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">On another egg note. My <a href="http://cathic.blogspot.com/">mom</a> bought me an easter egg kit that was supposed to make my eggs look like they were made of gold. Here are my golden eggs. They were still a fun attempt. Thanks mom! </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01l_ghcFiLW0uWvd4O0wdoKhwk5GwQXofX5iYySHI3-lwNquao6XEvrUeoYePbULTKZbjhtdicdbL0VDooZyG_WVOE9e1kdHhPv3lzHwcV1oyJhDWF9hQzDIPj8joWzb5QMIIC0vjg-g/s320/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325908664235257618" /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">All in all Easter was great. I really did enjoy all of my craft attempts. It was a beautiful day. Clear and sunny! I had a delicious meal from my good friend Jen! She takes great care of me and I really appreciate her and the rest of her family. I am satisfied.<br /></div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-72956720694226425992009-04-08T18:42:00.000-07:002009-04-08T19:23:09.841-07:00Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJi96Uk3ySKuVBUPqScOU729-ZioAf0hPJmQ94rhWdN_swpMX_mQwWh-MhanAdq7c8xwNM1x_0O1uzUPKQGTCgi9ZWKlw8Rv5kSmVYV-6mOiysIWNRTogcu_EtseBkviPVl0Ogsqj5eV8/s1600-h/gypsy-in-the-rain1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJi96Uk3ySKuVBUPqScOU729-ZioAf0hPJmQ94rhWdN_swpMX_mQwWh-MhanAdq7c8xwNM1x_0O1uzUPKQGTCgi9ZWKlw8Rv5kSmVYV-6mOiysIWNRTogcu_EtseBkviPVl0Ogsqj5eV8/s320/gypsy-in-the-rain1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322509971902219810" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"> </span></span>When I was little I was little I went through a period of time where I was convinced I was a magnet to rain. Eventually the thought faded, until lately. Today was sort of cloudy all day. After I got home and finished with school and <a href="http://paperhearts.net/">work</a>, I was waiting for the storm to come and go so that I could go running. I finally got tired of waiting and the minute I started my run it started to rain/snow. Perfect. I decided to cut my run short when pellets of snow started sticking to my skin. Once I ended my short run at my house the rain slowed down. Later I needed to go to the store to purchase more eggs for me and <a href="http://sumptuousswish.blogspot.com/">Courtney's</a> little egg decorating extravaganza (if things go well you might see pictures). As I pulled out of my parking stall it started raining again! I had to laugh at myself because my 8 year old thoughts were coming back! I am a rain magnet! I'm just happy it's not snowing 6 inches (knock on wood). I decided that I'm going to call it a day and just stay inside and enjoy the rain from the inside while attempting to decorate eggs. Wish me luck!</span><br /></div></span>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-61911882826290611522009-04-02T13:34:00.001-07:002009-04-02T14:13:04.002-07:00Another Belated BirthdayIt seems my blog and I have horrible timing and I always miss birthdays. While I was in California my Mom celebrated her birthday! Because of my lack of internet access I was unable to make the birthday tribute I would have liked. So here it is... late. <div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yA054_IVz46MNsoJ43dLMHeYjYSyRarSlXLJ-NUt9t4idIuo-Ea24QCiZxcawbiIozZ6Fj1BI0_gCfQP-YsKjfYw-o2bx5_cZ6RJ_l4O131CaF14ckXqJ-WbAK3jLk09VK0rEzWgFIY/s320/cpms08volleyballvstippet+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320204253293230690" /></div><div>I love my Mom for endless reasons and I miss her everyday. She is the most caring person I know. She's always looking out for her family, friends and people she doesn't even know. Whenever I talk to her she is always helping someone new. Every holiday she tries to make me feel as much as home as possible and still sends me a package in the mail. </div><div><br /></div><div>Taylor amazes me everyday, with some new sport or some new activity she has joined but I am secretly even more amazed by my Mom and her ability to keep up with everyones schedule. Between volleyball tournaments, soccer games, track meets, practices for all sports, church, school and everything else somehow my Mom finds time in her schedule for everything and still stay just as involved with me and Lauryn. Now seeing the other side of everything I think back when all of us were at home. Lauryn and I had our cheerleading, theater, student counsel, school, and all of our friends always at the house and then she was always <a href="http://cathic.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-means-its-almost-summer.html">volunteering</a> for our schools or being the room mom. Some how the house was always spotless and she always made sure we had fun as a family. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am in awe of how amazing my Mom is. I love her so much and I am so happy I was able to spend so much time with her the past couple of weeks. Living so far away I don't get to see her a lot, so seeing her and just hanging out with her again was just what I have been needing. I am already looking forward to the next time I get to see my Mom. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for everything you do Mom. I love you so much! Happy Be-lated Birthday!</div><div><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-42412409230849118772009-03-27T11:33:00.001-07:002009-03-28T00:54:22.609-07:00Blast Off<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMg0Q4sNgCtZA850yTXnRJYYXWSXaLS7Cbb767AtByNdK-WGWvxMyN1dYjTXwQxwSphoRG873uACBm308_H-eBI5u5hCRgVUZzVI30FLrVdFMbprKz9YI1dtB-mrpOaIUsiqKINHbqMg/s1600-h/n17805893_30411872_6816.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzMg0Q4sNgCtZA850yTXnRJYYXWSXaLS7Cbb767AtByNdK-WGWvxMyN1dYjTXwQxwSphoRG873uACBm308_H-eBI5u5hCRgVUZzVI30FLrVdFMbprKz9YI1dtB-mrpOaIUsiqKINHbqMg/s320/n17805893_30411872_6816.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318141387047759938" /></a>At approximately 6:30 am I will be headed to the airport for California! This weekend I will be cheering on the cheer team at Nationals in Anaheim. It's going to be so weird not being on the mat and sitting right on the edge making sure the music works and "play" gets pressed when it's supposed to but I'm excited. After all the fun competition I get to go play at Disneyland! I love Disneyland! I'm am having major flashbacks of going to Nationals at Disneyworld. This is going to be a great way to end a great month. This whole month has been sort of crazy but the good kind of crazy. Especially since I have been able to see my family. <div><div><br /></div><div>I think I'm going to make my next trip be to <a href="http://derekandlauryn.blogspot.com/">Spokane</a>. Lauryn get my bed ready and I'll bring The Best of Tracy Morgan. Maybe by the time I get there you'll have a furry friend. Hopefully he loves me as much as Scout does. Sorry if he goes missing. You might want to check my house first. woops.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully I will come back with lots of fun stories and pictures! I wish everyone could come!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-41053364704846489522009-03-25T16:23:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:34:29.568-07:00ExceptionsRemember how just 3 minutes ago I stated "I was born in Southern California and raised in Central Texas, so maybe I was spoiled when it comes to warmth.... with the occasional exception of a freeze in Texas"? I forgot to mention the occasional hail storm too. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-KKtMfMBrmTzAFtDNBIbqfqPbNWIfMIXeBrHGx09r-rJ4W9MylHICkxPBwFEnTCGmDEDWWvSBfYIV0PznwIn7paWjCgXZK_N_1GK8XASnIowtrmPg6gBMKQB2RhY4X9ndXPQWNyGuhk/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317271419491695906" /> Mom just sent me this picture from outside our house. Currently home is about 10 degrees warmer then Provo, I still think I'm spoiled. Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-66495248073399369012009-03-25T15:27:00.000-07:002009-03-25T16:19:20.037-07:00Blogging Hibernation<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiranDWvzAGcfW6aRYKxexSRdPiPs-RXDGjBuhRfFIHfX6sZ8sfkn8bj8JNFY4_L_35BHDBh-i-Xabm71VbbNOd1DSi6nE66baUhRi_iw0j1JT9zcYgqHkFLQuTPmNq-UbpPhi-kXs_YaQ/s320/polar-bear-sleeping.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317264739328607890" /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I have been in a state of blogging hibernation. I'm sorry. And yes, I am aware that bears technically don't go into "real" hibernation but I think they are cute and they remind me of Scout. Alas, I am back! I will say I have intended to come out of my blogging hibernation but every time I go to blog, it snows. It snowed last night and maybe a little this morning but I decided I'm going to stick it to Mr. Winter and welcome spring with open arms! Come back Sun and Warmth! We will prevail! I was born in Southern California and raised in Central Texas, so maybe I was a little spoiled when it comes to warmth... with the occasional exception of a freeze in Texas. <div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjetoj_arZolZ5VSKRC58MBwowjmuvDucpiYkPercbPeco8oIWWNX2PqxsQF9-xP1K1AycbE-lYfzGJJD6BrFJy-0Dzg4WJHvXXwJ_PjsqTj4ZyHGdwh7V5WTp5mIQDV8Ul9gaSXWd4k4/s320/131230_597.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317264975732756754" /></div><div> Mom helped me out this winter and got me <a href="http://www.sperrytopsider.com/shopping/product/detailmain.jsp?itemID=1099&itemType=PRODUCT&iMainCat=150&iSubCat=211&iProductID=1099&sColor=597">these</a>. Best Christmas surprise ever! I had been on the search for them everywhere and never found them. But mom being the sleuth she is found them and saved my feet from freezing. Thanks Mom because of you I have kept all 10 toes, and non of them are showing signs of frostbite. I was introduced to <a href="http://www.cooking.com/products/shprodde.asp?SKU=206191">this</a> delicious delight and few years ago and every winter I CRAVE it. I have to say I am not much of a tea person but this herbal, caffeine free, mug of "liquid sunshine" is fantastic! All those who are still suffering through cold temperatures this spring I prescribe a nice mug full, it's like a little taste of spring and summertime. </div><div><br /></div><div>Of course I have put all my blankets to good use. I love blankets! I always have. Naturally one would think "Kendyl! You would LOVE the Snuggie!" No, I wouldn't. I can talk on the phone, read books, knit, watch TV, and use my computer(so far so good) just fine with out it. Maybe it's just me but it looks extremely uncomfortable. I realized this while watching Tracy Morgan on Jimmy Fallon one night recently and watched them tug and pull at them the entire interview. Not to be vain but really you look ridiculous. Thanks for the thought but I really love the blankets I have and function great without the Snuggie. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7kDerSHhpk96McQ1EREwnyGIAyJin3dzn7l_zL2gp7NQBTQzRAbhOG-gQN4BrC3_eC-ji9VVkj0gd_8CDSdQc7PFmRpTijze8GHCSuIjWhmTfeoe5v-uSKaKDGIQvTrMBiTF-rczkDms/s320/73760_512x288_generated__LaWiLvSSn02EbA8-Nhb0yQ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317266683743851778" /></div><div>I would like to apologize on behalf of my blog for being in hibernation for lots of birthday's. Most importantly my Dad's, <a href="http://derekandlauryn.blogspot.com/">Lauryn's</a>, and <a href="http://sumptuousswish.blogspot.com/">Courtney's</a>. Please forgive me and my blog. I will try not to let this happen next year. I'm sure you will make plenty of appearances here to make up for my lack of blog wishes. I still love all of you! Happy late birthday! </div><div><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-1691679238867190142008-11-10T12:46:00.000-08:002008-11-10T14:22:00.727-08:00"Know Love"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis0PPdCx-oNNCFOrChsOWh37Njw7q9WVAlaxptOJnK6rhVYPJ02bah0duMODsyMMy0bPzLeMhTyn_XpfFWaVPzr82chb3YYXjPWnjZLp1HwSYsrfdU0TQFrauRIuMFiv4QkG74nwNGY_I/s1600-h/photo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis0PPdCx-oNNCFOrChsOWh37Njw7q9WVAlaxptOJnK6rhVYPJ02bah0duMODsyMMy0bPzLeMhTyn_XpfFWaVPzr82chb3YYXjPWnjZLp1HwSYsrfdU0TQFrauRIuMFiv4QkG74nwNGY_I/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267151054485768274" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A couple weeks before Halloween my Mom surprised me with one of her famous packages. She sends me a package for every holiday! I love her so much! When I found the package I got so excited because I can always count on all kinds of fun things inside. The minute I opened the box I smelled my Mom. Is that weird? I started looking through the package and there was the cutest purse full of treats and cute little halloween bags for me to hand out to other people. My Mom made this "All Hallows Eve" banner for me to hang up in my apartment because she knew my roommates and I were wanting to make our little home festive! The banner is actually still </div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9CB2duQKr_wTBTUsqqPRbN_UEAB0YtQprhq0cbYGl6zzXAx1qCovK6VHvtK8RBGGcbqExDE-UNaboIqVb0naVXe9AMVypEcDXOq_nl3GzmCIK9Je8MKa-At7k4s8oSLKi05AeztlskjY/s200/fbbow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267143021640081874" />hanging up. I should probably take it down but it's just so hard to because I know it's really cute and it's fun to tell everyone that comes over and asks about it that my Mom made that. I'm so lucky I have a mom who is so creative! I kept examining my purse and there's about a bazillion pockets and in one of them was Victor and Ralph Flower Bomb!(If you know me, I've been obsessed since it came out) This is why when I opened the box it smelled of my Mom! I remember talking to my Mom one day and just mentioning to her I am running out. So she decided to send me some for Halloween.<div>I really don't know a greater women in the world then my Mom. She loves giving! Every time I get a package from her it's full of great surprises and things that I had forgotten that I even mentioned to her I wanted. I think the greatest part is that she remembered my friends. She made sure that I would have something to give other people. Ever since I was little she has taught me to remember others. Whenever I talk her she is always giving me ideas of things I can do for my girls I <a href="http://lds.org/">visit teach</a>, friends and all the people around me. I cannot wait to go home for Thanksgiving. We have some fun projects we are wanting to work on while I'm there. Which is another reason why I love her. She is so talented. Through her I have a greater appreciation for music, art and just the simple things in life. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHNaSuJGcovBxGPlru4GIeHDaZyO79w7yzQJyzMHaQadtOPk2hEKU0jExMDAuqctwKVC4OioUiMEryqCrLVTm81CP6kD90O7Y_34Iaeq5NvbnXOMTecJ2sFEDKYA4zrnosImUM4VY7Lk/s200/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267151222118513970" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://cathic.blogspot.com/">Mom</a>, I love you! Thank you for every little lesson you have taught me and for everything you do for me, Lauryn, Taylor and Dad! I can't wait to see you soon!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">... This last image is one of 8 small squares of a mirror frame my Mom wood burned and painted for me a couple years ago. This mirror could be a whole other blog post. Maybe that will come soon!</div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-4045499796672459522008-09-30T10:57:00.000-07:002008-09-30T21:03:35.326-07:00"Bueller... Bueller.... Bueller?"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdB1GyxE2vI8aAwOT3y7v5AIU3znFcpA0SPEo64IF2VWukt_uOh_yqzvO6yokqrfMDDZCUw9VHmSkiGoa5ljf00A6n-VtV828Uisn4VwSfx9tKgZs4Fu04X18bj9ieUXbXr24I0OC15Mo/s1600-h/DSC01611.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdB1GyxE2vI8aAwOT3y7v5AIU3znFcpA0SPEo64IF2VWukt_uOh_yqzvO6yokqrfMDDZCUw9VHmSkiGoa5ljf00A6n-VtV828Uisn4VwSfx9tKgZs4Fu04X18bj9ieUXbXr24I0OC15Mo/s320/DSC01611.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251883625228492882" /></a>I'm here I promise! I made it to Utah in one piece! Thanks Dad for driving the whole way yet another trip! He's such a trooper. My Mom made sure to pack us lots of delicious cookies and clementines for the trip. I think Clementines are my new favorite road trip snack. Thanks Mom for keeping us well fed and not just on junk food! <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I'm so happy to be back here although I miss my family every day. It has been very weird not having Lauryn here now. I'm happy her and Derek are out doing bigger and better things but I'm sad I never get to see them, even if it is just to pick Lauryn up from work and take her home. I really have been enjoying my time here though. My best friend Larissa got home from her mission this past summer so she is back in Utah! Her sister and brother Julia and Darren are up here, along with Larissa's boyfriend Mikkel and we have been having lots of fun. I have missed these guys very much and it's so good to go and have fun with them again.</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrV3p8Vi4Be31UnMf6RbvO_BRqZZKRCDS6zJ6YaLaR6gb2lnHH3CNbEbJ45QASSgaJjggxDK3apRGLKfJuwW_b69A4h01zJavEUAsGWMicEiAS0v8tqDeGkTUbp49UE3uPJo6YcnyQz9M/s200/DSC01632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251885084690429330" /><div> All of the Dyer girls are up here as well. This past weekend Rachel FINALLY had a volleyball game at home against Airforce. Rachel played GREAT while Me, Lindsay, Nicole, Tammy, Emily and the rest of the family and friends cheered in our usual Flyer Dyer cheering section. I really do have the best friends ever. The Olsons and the Dyers have always made me feel like I am a part of their family and I am so thankful for them!</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>School has been going good, I have met with the Dental Hygiene school to get a feel for what exactly needs to get done. So the process has begun. I really wish I could just start today! I'm really enjoying my classes. They have all been easy so far and I have not felt a whole lot of stress from school. This has been a blessing because somehow I have been able to do well in school while really focusing on becoming my best self and enjoying life! My family and friends have been a huge part helping me and supporting me. </div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBOjCRRafiVGnhb748YJVAasXG4lsV4Xr48hAwcObO8x3hhMEyJ0Nkdqcz4IzKSoHIeq6qLtVNJ8JjdQsPfkq4heN0En-Ic_jXDtQcPkfnpBdmaAQeU0Am2W3ABAX5VflLBVX6vAa1w4/s200/DSC01618.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251889581685289922" /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Cheerleading has also been lots of fun. We have already had a handful of volleyball games and all have gone well. This squad is so much fun! Everyone is great and works hard! We are about to start to prepare for Nationals and I am so excited! Competing was my favorite part about cheerleading! The adrenaline rush you get right before and then all the excitement you feel right after you preform. I cannot wait! <br /></div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>That pretty much sums up the last few weeks. This sort of is a tribute to my great family and friends. Those who I don't get to see on a regular basis these days I miss so much and I love them lots and lots! I'm so glad I have great friends and I have really loved making new friends with my roommates and everyone in my ward!</div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-28207853779251291142008-09-05T09:28:00.000-07:002008-09-05T11:11:33.114-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAYLOR!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Today Taylor turns 13 so I will list my top 13 favorite things about her! Taylor is and amazing girl so it's going to be kind of hard to narrow the list to 13. <br /></div><div><br /><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#1. She's so smart! I don't think I have ever heard my parents ask her to do her homework or study. She has always done it on her own and has always made all A's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwjjSQRu5t5hmQ5PCswtpDnsTpUtU4Bl5BwMSLO6I0r41nOUGGhAPRw41pkY05yqQoBNcILJa6aIxkDtaFARgjUu24VxvcyZdf2bz1Oe5LsFKApNwnCchwpzZurfDHs8s8TNFCt4Ljj8/s200/DSC01437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242594286728866050" /> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#2. Taylor is so athletic. She loves all sports but her favorite is Volleyball. She just made the school team and found out today that she is on the A team! Also she gets to go to the BYU volleyball game in College Station on her birthday! My good friend Rachel Dyer is on the team and she is Taylor's favorite player along with Misty May. What a great birthday! I'm just so sad I can't be there with her today but I know she is having a great day!</div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#3. Taylor is so cute! She's never been a huge fan of shopping but she's really starting to enjoy it and she always looks cute in everything!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37nVxn5n3tC5ca9R8blwormh-bA_uf9-XelUuZFQiN-VP85JcqqalZAa7s7o6Oq97WitiX9Sm-O1wWNdhW8ybwLnv_w9xUr_0lq-Tyz6RSUGejiX1PsMtn7GrM0_nIFgCpGhvRJumsi4/s200/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242595378668323154" /><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#4. She's hysterical! I try and convince her and everyone that it's because I'm funny but she's been witty since she could talk. </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#5. She will not tell a lie. I have come to learn if you want Taylor's opinion she will tell you. Even if she knows it's not what you're wanting to hear she will let you know but in the nicest way. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#6. Taylor is a great friend. She's one of my best friends. Everyone loves her and want's to be her friend. She's a very well rounded girl and has all kind of friends and she is a great example to all of them.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#7. Taylor is so responsible. Not only do my parents not have to ask her to do her homework but whenever she has gone on school trips or trips with friends families she is always checking in with someone in the our family and making sure we know where she is or if she has to put her phone away we know that's why she's not answering or calling. No one asked her to do this.</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#8. She's extremely caring. Anytime I have ever been sick or hurt she is always around making sure I have what I need and helping my mom. I really appreciate her for all her love. </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#9. Taylor is so creative. Give her a box and she's entertained for days. I remember one Easter when she was very little she got a large Easter basket. She spent more hours in the basket then playing with her presents from the Easter Bunny that day.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#10. She's so much fun to do things with. Taylor and I took a trip to California two summers ago and the two of us went to Disneyland. I had so much fun and I always want her with me when I go. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBom8CmhFylb9KXU1eK6lDCdoSQ8fu9GgPbJPdwiUP07yJgK5MYIPP3UJ1v5rGtH0SqcJO4BDoJQE1yNgdLAWR8qyKREK_RGmWr35Uk-wmoc-82xTpn5_emGWybvP1V4SXkNZzQ_OPsWo/s200/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242597601338051746" /><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#11. She never quits. If Taylor starts something she will finish it even if she has something more fun to do.</div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#12. Taylor loves to read. She just finished reading Animal Farm right before I came back to Utah. I was required to read Animal Farm my Freshman year of</div><div> high school and I think I considered the class discussion as "reading". I'm glad she has always loved reading where as I just started to love reading after High School. </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>#13. The best thing about Taylor is she is who she is. It has never really mattered to her whether it was popular or not for her to do certain things or be a certain way. If it's what she liked or what she was supposed to be doing then she would do it no matter what. Taylor is unique girl and I hope she continues to improve her already great qualities! I love her and miss her so much!</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc_z7RzAp8behWrOMk982L2CXemGdtmrAnzjbZa5ORzpyArPp_rIyIGaGYkE4Chc9Y5CdWdXaeRYEfFub0INWwLpje_12sNsDPuuQK1eUsRbgUicST2Af0dw09flrdBwi4SczprSaXprw/s320/tays12thdadmdandersonkendylbyu07+624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242600836251223346" /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tomorrow Taylor tries out for club volleyball so my birthday wish to her is that she plays her best to make the team she's hoping for and has a great season in both club and school volleyball. </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">I LOVE YOU TAYLOR! HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY!</div></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-71054325938625054772008-08-28T18:04:00.000-07:002008-08-28T18:40:38.952-07:00Great Grandma Christensen<div style="text-align: center;">Elma Smith Christensen<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1910-2008</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdqsAQVrZTUnaUPHSq_88Z_PF8sGcMpQ8dkbrfUU7BTVrmii8E2VHN5QzVlWMACTmKTqA4MmB_SDBjv9oPz3-0NE-BYpI-4sBqBLMDXz7ZjaWPZrBRDKBa622XYQ2zBqFtDxFN8rbmw4/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239746425803356802" /><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My adorable cousin Chloe and Great Grandma on their 7th and 96th birthday. The are exactly 89 years apart.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are certain woman in my life who I have always looked up to and I always will. One of them is my Great Grandma Christensen. She has lived a full 97 years of life. I am very sad that she is no longer here but I am feeling very at peace and happy for her. My Great Grandpa passed before my parents were married and I know she has been missing him very much. I am so grateful to know that this life is not the end and she finally with my Great Grandpa and my Uncle Brent, her son (who was very openly her favorite). </div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79GdcNiOkkz7PfywpT9fVyRXQHhjFuRqss9ABQ_ww2sfUKOvFNn7c9S2A6GePRflLn_YXmsJLLatJDKxa4qRamd9L2Xm0kDkvoYT1O7CptNVcDLEyTa99RKYX6VXikNwf7eUI-7Cs3lc/s320/DSC01266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239746433426134402" /><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Just before I came home for the summer some friends and I wanted to take a trip out of Utah and go to California. While we were there I made sure I saw her. She didn't remember who I was but I was so happy to just see her and listen to her great stories just one more time. Her stories were always one of my favorite things about her. My senior year of high school I was visiting California for a week with my Dad and we went to see her. At the time she was still living on her own and her memory was still very sharp. I remember being so fascinated by her memory and her stories that I didn't want to leave. She was telling me all about my grandpa when he was younger and then some great stories of her playing in her backyard when she was just a little girl. Although she didn't remember me the last time I saw her she was telling me all about Brigham City and if she were to go back she would drive down the road and say "You're lost you dummy" (these were her exact words) but then if she kept driving she knows she would see something that would make her remember. She kept thanking me for coming to see her friend (my Grandpa's sister) when really we were coming to see her. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I love my Great Grandma Christensen and she will always hold a special place in my heart. </div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-68307731899885510872008-08-15T20:01:00.000-07:002008-08-15T21:43:36.392-07:00Proud to be... Lauryn's sister!<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The day has come! Lauryn has officially graduated from BYU. In the spirit of getting an education I would like to list some of the many life lessons Lauryn has taught me.<div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6pHmRIULsSy92PZ7qYhDwzWQZx8T5wixEU-vqY-1cv8mVg-gNK2S6anC-78r7yxonlC9YVoVNQXQ2lxf25wmw2BwLefs3cm3TZo8FiUgRaC8hl6V9J0UwVkpE5zVuZ9mRA9uzhaixBg/s200/n17802251_33378317_8059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234959956257526818" /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. Lighten Up! - Once in high school she changed my school password to get onto all the computers. I discovered this one sunny day at school when I went to the computer lab and I tried to log onto the computer and failed. Then a ransom note popped up on the screen. Going back and remembering the note, it was pretty funny. It had all kinds of inside jokes leading me to what the password would be. But I freaked out because I was being a little dramatic and thought I had a hacker and I really needed to get working on this project. So I panicked and thought I would ask Lauryn if she had anything to do with it... DUH!... and the password ended up being LondonFranceUnderpants. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. If you fall get up and laugh... literally - Lauryn has always been known for her grace... She can almost make it 5 feet without finding something to stumble over. Although she might have a few problems with walking, she doesn't let it get her down. She will either a. trip and move on, just pretend it didn't happen or b. laugh at her self, which is the most common option. I feel this lesson can be adapted to other scenario's in life then it's literally meaning.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. "What is right isn't always popular and what is popular isn't always right." - This was actually painted around the border of Lauryn's room when we were younger. I believe this was around the same time Lauryn LOVED fanny-packs. If you look through her pictures through a certain age in her life, she is always wearing a bright pink fanny-pack. And while they are not socially acceptable, they are so convenient and functional.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4. I can do anything - I'm not sure people know the many faces of Lauryn. I think she has tried everything! Cheerleading, acting, singing, drawing, painting, volleyball, and let's not forget dancing. Wow! Her stage preference is any public area with music playing. I will admit there were times I wanted to run away from her but those were usually the times she was including me in her routine. Now I miss having someone dance around the store. This might be because I now enjoy dancing in public places as well.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Lauryn has paved a great path for both me and Taylor to follow in. She has always been there for me and so supportive. At pep-rally's and competitions I'm not sure if her or my mom were yelling louder for me. Lauryn has always motivated me to do more and reach my goals. I know Taylor and I look up to her so much and want to be the sister, daughter, friend, and now scholar that she is. : ) <br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lauryn I love you so much and I can't wait for you to come home tomorrow so we can crack ourselves up all week long! </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">LOVE YOU! MEAN IT! </div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-8876282902277779982008-08-12T12:33:00.000-07:002008-08-12T21:30:22.234-07:00"Oh, say, can you see..."<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>When I was little I was convinced I was the next Dominique Moceanu and I would one day be on the U.S. Women's Gymnastics team. Well, I never made it to the Olympics but I sure do love watching them. My family has always gotten into the games. Christensen favorites are swimming, diving, synchronized diving (I'm really loving this one these days), volleyball (all of them), basketball, and of course gymnastics (both men's and women's). <br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The men's gymnastics team competition was on last night and my family was really getting into the competition because the U.S. Men's team wasn't predicted to do as well as they did. The Chinese team ended up with the Gold, the Japanese team won Silver and our U.S. team won the Bronze. We were very proud, especially Kipper. She really enjoyed the Chinese National Anthem and I think she might have a slight crush on one the their team members</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh782txxu7j3FYSh3x3e2YKLC_BnlG67kgB5TYFuy_51_HsN8KQkj2qJQsfNNAIP0ZZAin_TJlKHrbzZ6QBVt3PLJ7gFCGZusTVMuoM0n_nt-b92g8pg7AuP5sL7RJtNRgHeVYLnrv1BTU/s320/DSC01572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233725025830247874" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1YQ6f0SdX9HumMle4Xdd096RONnPLdtmOgzwPeD_BrnsN1n_C3e6GhLUDAE9cT7D4pLhTRCDK4A4fQ9vwWd9rAFDP2qwjUUFVqv3h5XC1WQhndDLiI3WXd26LzrtHZWAAR8YPH_2i4w/s320/DSC01574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233727609700026402" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So while my family and I are enjoying the Olympics in the family room, Kipper will be in Taylor's room (as pictured) and Scout will be hiding as far under my parents bed as possible from the thunderstorm approaching.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim2f5cDSmK3_y1w_Ldc09B2HRszzduGPI-lgz5SHBQ0RAbEIvR2UTAewgQK_u9yhFvBgSpSZaZ6PqGp4ISwiSBnuv5CoBNwX-TpWyzeKTatzkvjyk97PofkJ2E2i4uacx93M1jf7U6tNs/s320/DSC00585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233729902522358626" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-550167083387856722008-08-07T22:01:00.000-07:002008-08-07T22:30:28.440-07:00Who Won the Gold?<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Late at night, hours after the lifeguards have gone home for the day and are fast asleep, a group of kids hop the fence and take a midnight dip in the pool. Sometimes they like to help us out and clean our lawn chairs and other various pool supply's by giving them a good soak in the pool. Only they forget about the drying process and leave them to soak over night. One night last week our little helpers decided to take a token for all their hard work. I wasn't aware that the lane line was such a hot commodity! I guess that seems to be the case. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our lap swimmers are very confused when they come for their swim and the floating red, white and blue rings are no longer there. Most approach me while I am surveying the pool and ask where it has gone. After they hear that it has gone missing, they usually ask me "What would someone do with a lane line?"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Since sitting in a chair for 30 minute increments through out the day leaves me with so much time to think, I have really pondered this question. I have come up with a few theories... </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. It is a good floatation devise. So maybe someone lugs it around to other pools and uses it as their own personal floatie. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. The economy is bad, so maybe there is a pool that's really hurting out there and they are in great need for a lane line. If this is the case, I'm happy we could help you out. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. A lane line could make some fun streamers. A bit heavy but I'm sure with some strong hooks and nails it could work.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4. My last thought... The Olympics do start today and maybe someone is just a very big fan of Michael Phelps and to really get them in true Olympic Swimming spirit they felt it necessary to get themselves a lane line. </div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqswgVGslgOUwgeqCDuegeS0AUl_Gn3Eu_VgfZKc0DfjhXiWFHxjusf4UqaIpJn25kvdTf1rQGyzaCaKUmYIIIisLtlWJ6xk21bMvxhXA4QwChqYFssQkN9vbFQXDvsJd5ov-69WRp_A/s320/r25067_61988.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232013284358405650" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>And for that fan I give you, Michael Phelps and TWO lane lines. I think we could work out blowing this picture up to cover at least one of your walls.<br /></div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;">On the bright side, until our lane line is either returned or replaced I have one less thing to blow my whistle about. </div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1557902799305208625.post-17235224786540829362008-08-04T20:57:00.000-07:002008-08-05T19:35:41.511-07:00Happy Summer, it's the best of all holidays!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRPPQ66CrALNUNkE9B6lm7VlndBoPkUJrKAg-bgb6gIW6_G31DRpqvYAvXDNX30ZqfKy1CqCSNf3bspNTeO_clkcFjjbkYmuuEEs8powAqF5YUbRPYBcOfVhUMBIU-8p4leLKvuUmTQ0/s1600-h/DSC01374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvRPPQ66CrALNUNkE9B6lm7VlndBoPkUJrKAg-bgb6gIW6_G31DRpqvYAvXDNX30ZqfKy1CqCSNf3bspNTeO_clkcFjjbkYmuuEEs8powAqF5YUbRPYBcOfVhUMBIU-8p4leLKvuUmTQ0/s320/DSC01374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230916560445216850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Since I have spent the majority of my summer at home, in beautiful Austin I felt it was only appropriate to title my post after one of my many favorite memories of home. Here's the story; My mom, Taylor and I were driving down Guadalupe one day last summer for some shopping on The Drag. At one of the street corners we spotted a man standing with a sign. This is not so unusual for downtown Austin but it wasn't until he flipped the sign over and we actually read it that we all burst out laughing. On one side of the sign it said "Happy Saturday" and when he flipped it over it read "it's the best of all holidays!". Our friend was not asking for money he was just making a statement. He took note of us enjoying his sign and gave us a big smile with two thumbs up. Since that day, we have used that phrase for various occasions around the Christensen household. Today I use it for summer. </div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-gG3_Gc9fqA6-WLaoIaYWkd-UKuadKfjO2pPyenV90rf0suHYgK0CJbr-xwePnSKaXTqjBtNO39UiuJk_0tw77XHR4vSfIdl6quglIfhX5D2jcugrgFoQR8t3m0a5gceCnOHj9HBc2uc/s200/DSC01363.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230905282272834274" /><div> </div><div>I got home and had lots of fun helping my mom make cupcakes for birthdays, bridal showers, baby showers and teacher appreciation. I have to give most of the credit to my mom and her friend Carolyn. I just like to play around with the fondant. Ever since I was little my mom always had some kind of "project". She's so creative and talented! Growing up I have loved watching, learning and then attempting to do the things she does. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Memorial weekend I had some friends come in town. I keep telling <br /></div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDegvIyViQThmDC1ZtE5ySGIcmVaNeflSweFS7EPJKfqFuM2omRdFqLSHPuWQRfF14yiaj7VWWPxl64HumTaZfr07mGPlDSctSGWDvSXhsaR5IB8MmE7aZ4QnHqWBjcLNzvUI_Gnw1V0/s200/n17801776_35271998_6692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230911967418472850" /><div>every one to come to Austin because it's so great. We had so much fun eating/people watching at Whole Food, relaxing at 360 lookout, making 8 minute cakes, sliding down the stairs on a mattress (including my mom), seeing all there is to see on 6th and so much more. It was a great weekend! Now we just want them to come back. Hopefully Amy will be getting a job here in the next year or so and we can continue to make some great memories! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>I have also been spending lots of time at my dad's spanish branch. We got to go visit the Young Women at girls camp on Bishops Night (Taylor was at girls camp this year so it was so much fun to see her as well... I missed her very much while she was gone). We helped them paint t-shirts and my mom brought them each a cupcake and a charm bracelet. They loved the cupcakes so much they wanted us to teach them how to make them at Mutual. So the week after they got back from camp we had a fun baking night at Mutual with the girls. There has been a lot of other fun activities with the branch, most including homemade tamales. I am going to miss that a lot when I go back to Utah. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>Most recently I just got back from Las Vegas. Last year I cheered for UVU and decided after all my years cheering it was time to retire my pom pons. I'm not completely finished with cheerleading though. This upcoming year I will be helping out with the squad where ever they<br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeIS2j6TC_1x1-NcVs0UhRwq-XDQXuzO6MjCX0TMW9M6X2Qxi2jXFqG20SNi4VTHEkqEIM4xChEpj6JrrMw_0z55o48Fk8BKdSPTn_zyPoz-ymvKDvJf9JUx-RWVCDXVw-NUT0w8sY73U/s320/DSC01532.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230907760919466386" /><div>need me. I am very happy about this because that will be my job. Part of this included</div><div>attending camp with the squad. The cheer coach was not able to make it to camp with us so I took on his role as much as possible. The squad really learned so much those few days, especially the boys. I can't wait for this next year and even more, I'm looking forward toNationals in Daytona Beach! I have so many fun pictures that I want to put up here but I will only choose a few. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>To the left we have a picture of the whole squad plus me and Carly (the cheer and dance director).<br /></div><div> </div><div><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdud2mHGKeTO2_BoyMKV5A6oiymXXJxRuMURmZ3E40Cm0Tz3fnfwBaOx7cAw3sN7HBPfW59U6Q_eVd8JjnMHplsvARDgs3d4PeMz-fTXMJLq99rjX7LjUYA2MTHRvT0tfj01rhw12-P8/s200/DSC01552.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230909992540151570" /><br /></div><div>And the picture to the right is a funny story. I literally went straight from the airport to camp. I got there right when they started to introduce all the staff and they announced Adam. Adam was my private coach in Austin who taught me all my partner stunts and helped me get my full (straight body backflip with a twist). I was so surprised! It was very fun seeing him there, especially in Las Vegas of all places to run into him. He's now the assistant cheer coach at The University of Texas at Arlington.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirk0-Vy5OGL4xTq_tAXiBa5DUek5RkXefAXMFY0tAHt0Ptelly8RdFDeDUr26rStxz99Ug0NLw4cMAwaju8PidLElXvwhJYPEQceZDUBE-F1j2RYED4huk-DyyJbNUQaRzK_xY_pKG0S0/s200/DSC01563.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230913110571440562" /><div>After camp I stayed a couple extra days with my friend Amy. She's from Las Vegas so it was so great to have a nice home to go to and relax. I had so much fun with her and her family. Her mom always made sure we were well fed and that I had everything I needed. Amy made sure I got to experience Las Vegas at it's best. There was some great shopping there and I got lot of fun things! I really appreciate their whole family for providing such a fun couple days!</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>Now, I have a few more weeks left of work and everyone around the house cannot wait for Lauryn to get here!! We have so many plans for her so she can get a good trip home before her and Derek move to Washington. Until she gets here I'm sure there will be plenty of updates from the pool. The pool is quite the funny place and I have lots of stories.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div>Kendylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07009441428065372636noreply@blogger.com1