<?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-2217837784775642970</id><updated>2011-11-14T22:28:19.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh bother...</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the ramblings, adventures, thoughts, words, interests, crazyness, observations, of a silly, ponderous, excited, happy, strange, laughing, girl.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-4347794102893024882</id><published>2011-07-12T17:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:23:27.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Guess where we went...... HAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUfWfTBqs_E/ThzV9XrxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C4n0HnpXPMk/s1600/263904_10150240922677099_522162098_7715888_8158207_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUfWfTBqs_E/ThzV9XrxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C4n0HnpXPMk/s320/263904_10150240922677099_522162098_7715888_8158207_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was the bomb. Sunshine, ocean, sand, shaved ice, what more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzGoNyv4_pE/ThzWO4bsGrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ahibeeqRWh8/s1600/281899_10150240929487099_522162098_7715938_2087060_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kzGoNyv4_pE/ThzWO4bsGrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ahibeeqRWh8/s320/281899_10150240929487099_522162098_7715938_2087060_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He loves me, I know it. Also I don't know why tank tops are in style now for guys. But my brother can rock 'em. He maybe had to have a talk about modesty with my mother "Nathan, boys have to be modest too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one more month until I start my teaching job! I'm excited and nervous. Hopefully I won't get eaten alive by middle school children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-4347794102893024882?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/4347794102893024882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=4347794102893024882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4347794102893024882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4347794102893024882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/07/summertime-sunshine.html' title='Summertime Sunshine'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tUfWfTBqs_E/ThzV9XrxZhI/AAAAAAAAAHg/C4n0HnpXPMk/s72-c/263904_10150240922677099_522162098_7715888_8158207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-6460989454594621205</id><published>2011-06-26T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:40:40.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're chummin' the water!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXA2byf73Gs/TggH9d4xxOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ee_Pwxvs_2I/s1600/cactus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXA2byf73Gs/TggH9d4xxOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ee_Pwxvs_2I/s400/cactus.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may be 15 years older but we still know how to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;In a few short days me and this kid will be headed to Hawaii!!&lt;br /&gt;Sharing a room, let the good times roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, and based on the title of this post, I will not be participating in deep sea fishing this trip. When you throw up 10 times in a matter of 2 hours, you know deep sea angling is not your thang...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-6460989454594621205?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/6460989454594621205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=6460989454594621205' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/6460989454594621205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/6460989454594621205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-chummin-water.html' title='You&apos;re chummin&apos; the water!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cXA2byf73Gs/TggH9d4xxOI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ee_Pwxvs_2I/s72-c/cactus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-595162995395256874</id><published>2011-06-01T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:29:09.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumble</title><content type='html'>First off, let's just say that bees HATE me. I swear I have always had trouble with these stinging insects following me and getting all up in my business. Maybe they can smell fear? I don't know? Regardless, yesterday and this morning I had an encounter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was traveling around with my momma we were waiting at a red light when all of a sudden a wasp started harrassing my window. Not just being curious and flying away, no, bumping up against my window over and over and flying all around that glass portal. As the light turned green it grabbed onto the window and held on for dear life. We were traveling at approximately 50 mph and it was hunkered down. I began hitting the window, because of course that always works, but he was a stubborn little guy. We come to a stop, it begins to crawl around the door. I am sitting there watching it in the side mirror and it crawls into the crack where the door connects to the car....what the?!!! I then refuse to open my door, climb out the back seat when we reach our destination and then remain paranoid and constantly check the crack from the door that leads into the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhneAJrPjoU/TeZas7wI4nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qbd2HWi7ZL4/s1600/bumble+bee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhneAJrPjoU/TeZas7wI4nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qbd2HWi7ZL4/s320/bumble+bee.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I get into my car to drive peacefully to work, rocking out to Ke$ha, Kelly Clarkson, and Justin Bieber (don't judge). But as I take the ramp down onto University Avenue I hear a loud buzzing and catch a brief glimpse of a dark shadow in my rearview. Because of yesterday I still had the heeby jeebies. There in my back seat flying all around is a huge, fat, gigantic bumble-bee. WHY ME?! I yell out "GOOD GRACIOUS!!" and then proceed to pull over to the side of the road. I jump out of my car as fast as I can and then try to figure out what I am going to do? I can't drive to work with that thing back there, what if it comes and attacks me, what if I get distracted by it and cause an accident, what if it stings me, how did it get in my car?! I open the passenger side door and look at it....I can't swat at it, what if it gets angry? I then pound on the window from outside, this always works right? Recent events have taught me that no, this does not always work! I leave the door open, maybe it is not like other bugs, maybe it is smart, and actually knows that I am trying to help it escape...alas no luck. (I probably look like an idiot at this point to passers-by) But it seems to be calming down. It sits there for about a minute with no movement. I think, I can do this, I'll just keep an eye on it and drive to work and hopefully it doesn't start buzzin' around again. Flash forward, I made it to work, the bumble bee is still in my car, my windows are cracked, hoping against hope that it will fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you...they hate me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-595162995395256874?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/595162995395256874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=595162995395256874' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/595162995395256874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/595162995395256874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/06/bumble.html' title='Bumble'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhneAJrPjoU/TeZas7wI4nI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qbd2HWi7ZL4/s72-c/bumble+bee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-1509136740252928030</id><published>2011-04-28T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:38:51.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grizzlies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I have been a Viking, Leopard, Bruin, Cougar, and now I am a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GRIZZLY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QlxyJ6OMTbk/TbmX2SZJk-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LmQjsOkydZs/s1600/colormesimple_logo.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QlxyJ6OMTbk/TbmX2SZJk-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LmQjsOkydZs/s320/colormesimple_logo.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;That's right people my college career actually got me a job! I am now the proud recipient of the Health and PE internship at Payson Junior High School. What does this mean exactly? Well it means that I have a job, a job that pays half salary, full benefits, a job that if I want it next year, it is all MINE! And I will then be a full fledged teacher! This is so so so exciting because I don't know if you know this or not, but it is DANG hard to get a job in this economy, let alone a job right out of college and in the public school system. &lt;b&gt;AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME!&lt;/b&gt; (yes, it did need to be said three times in all caps)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Needless to say I feel extremely blessed. And it is kind of scary to be a first year teacher, but I am up for the challenge. Bring it on Payson Junior High. I'm ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-1509136740252928030?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/1509136740252928030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=1509136740252928030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1509136740252928030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1509136740252928030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/04/grizzlies.html' title='The Grizzlies'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QlxyJ6OMTbk/TbmX2SZJk-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/LmQjsOkydZs/s72-c/colormesimple_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-1236959471140577309</id><published>2011-04-19T09:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T09:22:04.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My not so little brother...</title><content type='html'>Turned 17 last Saturday, and I'm unsure how I feel about it. I remember being 17 like it was yesterday. In actuality it was 5 years ago...this is &lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;crazy talk&lt;/b&gt;! I feel old, but I also love that weird kid more than anything. So Nathan, here's to you buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;- I love that you make me laugh so hard with your ridiculous stories and witty comebacks&lt;br /&gt;- I love that you wear a robe around the house like you are 85 years old&lt;br /&gt;- I love that you humor me when I am feeling like an adventure&lt;br /&gt;- I love your wicked awesome hair in the morning&lt;br /&gt;- I love how you chase me around the kitchen with a wooden spoon, or wet towel&lt;br /&gt;- I love how you do not care if you are messy or dirty as long as you are having fun&lt;br /&gt;- I love how amazingly skilled you are in golf and basketball&lt;br /&gt;- I love how you let me sing stupid songs to you when you are mad at me, such as "Nathan, I love you, that's all I have to offer. Nathan I need you, please don't turn me away." Saturdays Warrior anyone?&lt;br /&gt;- I love how hard of a worker you are&lt;br /&gt;- I love the way you let me put my head on your shoulder when I'm tired &lt;br /&gt;- I love that you are my not so little brother forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIitOMRgjdY/Ta2okt0V3gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MQl9t5kw2v0/s1600/disney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIitOMRgjdY/Ta2okt0V3gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MQl9t5kw2v0/s320/disney.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-1236959471140577309?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/1236959471140577309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=1236959471140577309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1236959471140577309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1236959471140577309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-not-so-little-brother.html' title='My not so little brother...'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YIitOMRgjdY/Ta2okt0V3gI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MQl9t5kw2v0/s72-c/disney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5795828312847530683</id><published>2011-04-13T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T22:11:30.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finisher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HP_OYg9HyM/TaZzwnuIhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PPe7SI_uFDc/s1600/the-white-rabbit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HP_OYg9HyM/TaZzwnuIhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PPe7SI_uFDc/s320/the-white-rabbit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone say...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this time while you can, because&lt;br /&gt;it only gets busier as life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, but I NEVER believed them.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would say to myself in my head:&lt;br /&gt;"Ya, ya, ya, whatever you old man/woman. I am&lt;br /&gt;going to graduate from college, get a job, and&lt;br /&gt;everything will be smooth, hassle free sailing,&lt;br /&gt;from there on out."&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a fool I was. What a gosh darn fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I attended my last real class EVER today. The&lt;br /&gt;ginormous scope of my situation hit me. I have&lt;br /&gt;a lot of work ahead of me, lots of things to do, busy,&lt;br /&gt;busy, busy, and no slow down in sight. But that's ok,&lt;br /&gt;because I am excited and I'm going to enjoy every&lt;br /&gt;minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just want all those old people out there to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You were right. You win!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5795828312847530683?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5795828312847530683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5795828312847530683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5795828312847530683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5795828312847530683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/04/finisher.html' title='Finisher'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HP_OYg9HyM/TaZzwnuIhEI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PPe7SI_uFDc/s72-c/the-white-rabbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-1243759939431855980</id><published>2011-03-21T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:36:44.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places you'll go</title><content type='html'>Lately I have bizarre day dreams of where I want to travel to.&lt;div&gt;In no way do I have thoughtful or inspiring reasons on why&amp;nbsp;I want to go to these places. Regardless...here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Why Maine you ask? I picture ME (stupidest state abbreviation ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exactly like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3NqxjlMenCs/TYfe6osHXJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2cE-VLnXvXs/s1600/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3NqxjlMenCs/TYfe6osHXJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2cE-VLnXvXs/s320/blog.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will stroll along the coast, where lighthouses abound, eat lobster, visit cranberry bogs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and dress like I'm straight out of a JCrew catalogue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Greece! This could come from my love of the Sisterhood of the&amp;nbsp;Travelling&amp;nbsp;Pants, or Momma Mia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WoAh3pHYPcg/TYfgAx1u3-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/z24cmTCt88A/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-WoAh3pHYPcg/TYfgAx1u3-I/AAAAAAAAAG8/z24cmTCt88A/s320/blog2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll be honest I just want to fish and swim in the sea and eat pita bread and humus all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Is that so bad? Oh and finally be around people who are as loud as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-1243759939431855980?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/1243759939431855980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=1243759939431855980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1243759939431855980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1243759939431855980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/03/oh-places-youll-go.html' title='Oh the places you&apos;ll go'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3NqxjlMenCs/TYfe6osHXJI/AAAAAAAAAG4/2cE-VLnXvXs/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-2339617351943621251</id><published>2011-03-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T15:14:29.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Powers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y_SCTo4T49k/TXvv93TAaWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Eo5_frU8caI/s1600/spiderman_6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y_SCTo4T49k/TXvv93TAaWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Eo5_frU8caI/s320/spiderman_6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Today I took a test that decided the future of my major&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;and therefore, also my career. It's called the Praxis...dun, dun, dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I used a trusty spider man pencil and then while waiting to leave the testing room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I doodled in my test booklet.* I'm an adult!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Don't worry I was allowed to write in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-2339617351943621251?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/2339617351943621251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=2339617351943621251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2339617351943621251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2339617351943621251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-powers.html' title='Super Powers'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y_SCTo4T49k/TXvv93TAaWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Eo5_frU8caI/s72-c/spiderman_6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-3285689298643052361</id><published>2011-03-07T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T13:50:48.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>strength</title><content type='html'>I am currently taking an exercise physiology class for my minor. Basically it is the bomb, and I may complain about it but it seriously is one of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went into the weight room to start our own personal strength training program. I was kind of excited about this, seeing as I do work out pretty regularly, and consider myself to be in good shape. This is more due to my 15 years of rigorous dance classes than to anything else. But get this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leg press 200 pounds! My 5'3" frame is strong! However, I could not relish in this moment for too long because then I went to the bench press. I have never benched pressed in my life, until today. A measley 60 pounds...I'm ashamed. Regardless of this I am still lovin' that 200 pounds. So thank you dancing days for giving me super powered legs, and toned arms that look nice but don't really do anything. Bench press is mostly your pecs right? That's what I'm going to go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have posted a lot of videos on here lately. But I couldn't pass this up.&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel sometimes when your teachers want you to hit an exact position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tdylQeg5B9I" title="YouTube video player" width="370"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-3285689298643052361?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/3285689298643052361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=3285689298643052361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3285689298643052361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3285689298643052361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/03/strength.html' title='strength'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tdylQeg5B9I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-2932721956174476351</id><published>2011-03-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:28:29.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Girls</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the BYU v New Mexico game...devastating....I think that's the right word. We could not make a shot and they made everything they threw up. I hated it. I yelled, screamed, boo-ed, cheered, and bad mouthed refs. Speaking of the refs, that was the poorest display of officiating I have ever laid eyes on. So ridiculous. I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't hate ALL of my time at the game. The half time show was off the chain! You see, there is a group of ladies, ages 50-94 who are called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;"&gt;Jean's Golden Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;....they are the BOMB! And if I am not a crazy cat lady when I am old, my new dream is to join their dance crew. An old lady dance crew. Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot! New life dream: GOLDEN GIRL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Terri Dixon, 94 years old and can shake it like a salt shaker. Oh and still do the splits! You go girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="296" src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/1656/165617/16561754.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-2932721956174476351?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/2932721956174476351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=2932721956174476351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2932721956174476351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2932721956174476351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/03/golden-girls.html' title='Golden Girls'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-3849602888669011016</id><published>2011-02-25T18:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T18:48:24.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't get over it</title><content type='html'>These artists are amazing! It's comforting to know that&lt;br /&gt;all music isn't complete &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;SMUT&lt;/b&gt; these days- a.k.a. Ke$ha and Miley Cyrus*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rYEDA3JcQqw" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="250" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KkUeRPjc-Y" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*I will always love you Hannah Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-3849602888669011016?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/3849602888669011016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=3849602888669011016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3849602888669011016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3849602888669011016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-get-over-it.html' title='I can&apos;t get over it'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rYEDA3JcQqw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-665618784832568051</id><published>2011-02-25T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T16:31:20.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frost yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="239" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/13/80/a8/riga-in-the-snow.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I hated the snow.&lt;br /&gt;Then I made sure to make&lt;br /&gt;a new path through a field of untouched snow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I realized I crave french fries every other day,&lt;br /&gt;this could be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More relevant news: I had my first interview for an internship.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! Next autumn* I will be teaching for real. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AWESOME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Autumn is classier than "Fall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-665618784832568051?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/665618784832568051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=665618784832568051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/665618784832568051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/665618784832568051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/02/frost-yourself.html' title='frost yourself'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-1220900660750410302</id><published>2011-01-14T15:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:17:19.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><content type='html'>I have decided to share with you a few of my confessions. Nothing serious, like I would confess to a Priest if I were Catholic, just fun things that I have noticed about myself, that are maybe a little unique...or maybe they're not...who knows?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confession #1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a people watcher. Many of us are. But I think I may participate in this activity more than your average Joe. I say this because I have been known to blatantly stare at people and even make faces depending on my reaction to what is occurring. This usually happens when I am alone and have no one with me who checks me back into reality. In fact one time I was eating lunch in the Cougareat and watched a break-up go down between two little freshmen. Sad, really, but so entertaining. Now usually this is a private conversation and happens with no one else there to share in the agony and all around awkwardness of the situation. But I was there and watched every second of it. I felt a little bad for eaves dropping later but it was so fun to watch this young boy (pre-mish) and 18 year old girl end their relationship in a very public place. You're young people! Go and live your lives! She probably would not have waited for you anyways. So really it is there fault for doing it someplace so public. This habit has even made it difficult to study in the library. To combat this I now study in the depths of the library, between stacks of books, in my own little cubby. It is great and I get loads of stuff done. I just have to seclude myself away from humanity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confession #2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying a new journal is a deeply personal and spiritual matter for me. It has to be cute, so no plain Jane journals. It must be a good secret keeper. It should have crisp pages with college spaced lines. It must protect, be a good listener, and share in triumphs and failures. I mean we have been told repeatedly to write our own personal histories for our posterity so I better have a good journal to keep all that information in. Really tho, I am a little OCD about choosing just the right journal but I love it. And I always love getting a new journal even if I don't need one right at that moment. So if you are ever looking for a good gift just get me a cute writing tablet, I will seriously LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confession #3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning is a SACRED event, not to be tampered with in any way. In my family's household we have always looked forward to Christmas morning with excitement from the time we were 1 till now. Many of you now that you are grown wake up at 9 o'clock and mosey your way on down to the Christmas tree. There is no moseying or sleeping in on Christmas! My family still awakes promptly at 5 a.m. and if we are not up by that time (this happened only one year) my dad will wake us up and hurry us down to look at our Santa gifts. As I said this only happened once and he had to wake us up at 5:30 a.m. so no harm done. We do not get ready for the day before going down to look at and open presents, but we remain steadfast, in our pajamas until around 10 when we finally take some showers and what not. Christmas morning will be celebrated appropriately! I mean it is hard to not get excited when your dad wears a red silk robe and a Santa hat when he comes down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDJ_Lxg46I/AAAAAAAAAGY/wrS4FqBwuvI/s1600/IMGP0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDJ_Lxg46I/AAAAAAAAAGY/wrS4FqBwuvI/s320/IMGP0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDKecKQVkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VnhesZkLIBw/s1600/IMGP0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDKecKQVkI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VnhesZkLIBw/s320/IMGP0091.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDKrQxtMcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LuYTHRvw_Gs/s1600/IMGP0094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDKrQxtMcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LuYTHRvw_Gs/s320/IMGP0094.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-1220900660750410302?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/1220900660750410302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=1220900660750410302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1220900660750410302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1220900660750410302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/01/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TTDJ_Lxg46I/AAAAAAAAAGY/wrS4FqBwuvI/s72-c/IMGP0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-1725815018239498776</id><published>2011-01-05T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:03:41.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I live at home</title><content type='html'>As many of you may or may not know on Thanksgiving day my apartment flooded. This resulted in much chaos and destruction. Stress, tears, and unbelief were felt by me and my roommates as we gazed upon the mess that was our cute and beloved apartment. Now because of this flood I moved back home. Now that I live at home I feel like I have to explain myself to everyone who asks where I live. I mean I love it! I have a queen sized bed instead of a twin, space for all my clothes, my own bathroom, a refrigerator full of food, a mother that cooks for me, etc. So really, it has a lot of plusses. But everytime someone asks me where I am living or about my apartment I have to tell them that "Oh! I live at home now." This is usually followed up with a drawn out "OOOOOOH...." from the other person. What is up with that?! Don't they know that I have been living away from home basically my whole college career. I know how to take care of myself ok, I'm not afraid to leave the nest, so this is a nice break from paying rent every month, so back off people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I feel like I have to explain myself, and how I came to be living at home as a 22 year old, senior, college student. Then understanding seems to get to them but I always feel like I am looked down upon...just a little...because I live at home. I think they are just jealous, right? That is what I am going to tell myself whenever I hear another "OOOOH" from someone about my living situation. I promise I am not the 30 year old man who still lives in their parent's basement and plays video games every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-1725815018239498776?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/1725815018239498776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=1725815018239498776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1725815018239498776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/1725815018239498776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes-i-live-at-home.html' title='Yes, I live at home'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-7224481069084150293</id><published>2010-12-08T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T14:56:42.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip hoppin'</title><content type='html'>If you don't know how to dance...you should probably watch this video. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Ridiculous? oh yes. Do I love it? Very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xs72vl4h_pU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xs72vl4h_pU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days lately have consisted of sleeping, school, work, combine the last two, and you get school work, then I go to sleep, that is all. Usually when people say this I assume they are exaggerating. I assume you are thinking the same thing about me, but alas I am not. It is true! I am really not exaggerating because it is closing in on finals week and I have been bombarded with papers, tests, projects, and midterms, yes MIDTERMS during the last week of school. Who does that? Also, I have almost completed my last Fall semester ever...weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, every time that winter comes around there are a few things that will inevitably happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will slip and fall, on ice. (I have to clarify that it is on ice because I have been known to slip and fall on perfectly normal services) My count thus far is only once,but winter is just beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will slip and not fall. This occurs as I meet a patch of ice and try and save myself from falling. Flailing arms, crazy legs, high pitched shriek included. I save myself, glorying in my victory, only to find people staring at me and then I think it would have been better to fall instead of that production I just put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will walk under trees, their branches heavy with snow, and it will fall and pelt me in the face. This usually happens as I am walking past a cute boy, perhaps my potential soul mate, goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My mom will call me as it is blizzarding outside, and ask me how I am doing and if I feel like a pioneer trudging through the snow to class. Thanks mom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will wear snowboots, sweats tucked into the snowboots, a peacoat, and a snow hat to class, simply because I can. I know, I'm pretty classy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was a little scattered, but that's alright. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-7224481069084150293?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/7224481069084150293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=7224481069084150293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7224481069084150293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7224481069084150293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/12/hip-hoppin.html' title='Hip hoppin&apos;'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5688172217011534339</id><published>2010-11-16T13:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T16:14:21.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://tiffanytheshopaholic.files.wordpress.com/2010/08/burts-bees.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of my random goals in life is to use a chapstick to its completion. This is an unbelievably hard task! And I have only been able to completely use maybe...4 of them. All throughout my life I have been bombarded with different chapsticks from Lip Smackers to Carmex, but my go to lip balm has to be Burt's Bees or maybe Natural Ice (it's cheaper). But without fail I will &lt;b&gt;LOSE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; these precious gems of moisture before they reach their end.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday was a long day. I was sitting in my last class of the day, Multicultural Education, when I thought to myself "My lips are parched!" So I reach into my backpack and get out my Burt's. But my hand has a spasm of sorts and it slips from my fingers. This resulted in a semi-loud noise as it smacked the table/desk, and rolled to the floor. No problem right? Just pick it up and you are fine. Right? &lt;b&gt;WRONG&lt;/b&gt; people! I can't find it anywhere as I twirl around in my chair searching the ground for the golden case. So I resolve to find it after class instead of crawling on the floor, under desks, scouring every inch of the classroom. But alas! I forget to pick it up at the end of class. It is a 2 hour long class on Monday evenings, I book it out of there like none other.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This morning as I sat at work, my lips were again in need of some chapstick. I reach into my backpack and remember that I have no chapstick! The saddest part of the story is, I was almost done with said, lost, chapstick. It only had about a centimeter left to go. I was soooo close! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SO CLOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;! Anywho now I am in need of some lip balm.&amp;nbsp;&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/2217837784775642970-5688172217011534339?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5688172217011534339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5688172217011534339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5688172217011534339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5688172217011534339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-3695958486717849812</id><published>2010-11-09T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T10:11:05.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future time</title><content type='html'>Well, it is official I have signed up for my last semester of school...before I graduate....before I have to have a real job/career...am I crazy excited...YES! So for those of you who do not know, I am planning on being a Health and PE teacher in a middle school or high school. Hopefully I will mostly be teaching health because that is what I really love, but PE is cool too, and I am glad it was my minor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this last week for my technology in the classroom class I had to make a movie. I at first was dreading this assignment because this whole editing movie stuff is brand new to me. But I think it turned out pretty sweet, and it is on YouTube and everything...so it's legit :) Feel free to watch. It is supposed to be a commercial like the above the influence commercials and is about underage drinking. Take a gander, I am pretty proud of it, even tho it really is nothing special, but the sense of accomplishment is definitely there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVPLXghMgpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVPLXghMgpU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-3695958486717849812?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/3695958486717849812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=3695958486717849812' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3695958486717849812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3695958486717849812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/11/future-time.html' title='Future time'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5118078939782394423</id><published>2010-10-21T16:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:18:54.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter, Hermione, and Ron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TMC8QcURF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uuR4PPj1QiY/s1600/harry_potter7_poster.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TMC8QcURF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uuR4PPj1QiY/s320/harry_potter7_poster.jpeg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right people it is that time of year again....Harry Potter is coming to town! Now in this post I will probably disgrace myself with my nerdiness of how much I love Harry Potter, but it is true, I really cannot wait for it to come to theaters in (count it!) one month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not familiar with Harry Potter, shame on you! If you believe that Harry Potter is an evil/devil book that children read, you are &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, sorry but it's true, so stop that. Now on to the geeky part of me being an avid fan of this movie franchise. Ya, ya, ya they may be milking it for all its worth by making the last installment 2 parts, but they caught me hook, line, and sinker, I do not even care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let the nerdiness begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have read all 7 books....multiple times&lt;br /&gt;2. I own all the movies and enjoy watching them&lt;br /&gt;3. I am more then willing to tell you everything about Harry and his friends if you have questions&lt;br /&gt;4. I wish Quidditch were a real sport&lt;br /&gt;5. I cried, when Dumbledore, Dobby, and Snape died. If you do not know who these characters are see #3. Also I may have spoiled something if you have not read the books...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;6. I got chills watching the trailer for the movie. Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EC2tmFVNNE&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, watch it, and love it&lt;br /&gt;7. I put myself on an email notification list (fandango style) to know when tickets first became available&lt;br /&gt;8. I bought said tickets, today, about an hour after receiving the email&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to dress up for the midnight showing (12:10 a.m. I will be there!)&lt;br /&gt;11. I really want to go to Harry Potter land in Florida and drink butterbeer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I will be one of those people at the midnight showing. Come, if you so wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5118078939782394423?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5118078939782394423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5118078939782394423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5118078939782394423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5118078939782394423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/10/harry-potter-hermione-and-ron.html' title='Harry Potter, Hermione, and Ron'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TMC8QcURF2I/AAAAAAAAAFY/uuR4PPj1QiY/s72-c/harry_potter7_poster.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-8040204695163837603</id><published>2010-10-04T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T09:18:47.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One month into school already! I have not posted anything in a while on here, and that is mostly because, well, I've been busy. Plus I have a whole other blog I have to keep for my technology class, which is great fun, and should definitely be worth more than one measly credit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have mostly been enjoying work, school, friends, and family. There have been many paddle ball tournaments played and so far me and Anders are the dominant force. I mean just look at us, we're legit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img height="400" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs328.ash2/60839_435433762098_522162098_5348620_3679431_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Also this past week for my technology class (previously mentioned) I made a website. Yes a website! Who knew I was so computer savvy? Anywho in reference to this class being only one credit, this assignment alone took me around 9 hours..... yikes! But I am super proud of it! So you should probably check it out. I had to make two classes that I could teach in the future so just go explore and see for yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="https://sites.google.com/site/kjbhealth/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;https://sites.google.com/site/kjbhealth/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I am loving my classes and so excited that this is my last year of "real" school. Next year I will be student teaching/internshipping at a middle school or high school. Will I be mistaken for a student there? Most likely. Bring it on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In other news my best friend Rachael Andersen is getting married this Friday, love it! Also I am one of her bridesmaids...expect pictures :)&amp;nbsp;&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/2217837784775642970-8040204695163837603?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/8040204695163837603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=8040204695163837603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8040204695163837603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8040204695163837603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/10/one-month-in.html' title='One Month In...'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-617043609451812406</id><published>2010-07-09T09:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:04:42.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new post....probably?</title><content type='html'>It has been a week or two since the last blog update so I decided it was probably time for a new one since we have entered into the month of July. This one may seem like I am rambling but get over it, because I don't really know what to write about so I'm just gonna write....and see where it goes, yes? You know those free writing assignment you always had to do in High School? Where they tell you to just write without stopping for 5 minutes and let your thoughts flow, I think this was to get our brains going, I really don't know, but it will be akin to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have spotted many EFY kids on campus. They are not hard to pick out. They come equipped with trendy new jeans, hollister t-shirts, perfectly coifed hair (even at 7:30 in the morning), an EFY lanyard, and of course they travel in packs. The boys escorting the girls arm in arm. This comes as a relief that they actually get to touch each other this year. Last year they escorted one another by holding the lanyard (swine-flu and everything). The following is an example of an actual conversation I heard in the girls bathroom: "Oh my GOSH! My hair looks horrible today!" "No it doesn't, I would kill to have your blonde hair." "It looks like I just got out of bed." "Oh my gosh! It does not, it looks so cute! Don't you know that all guys like girls with blonde hair better?" "Really it looks so cute!" "Ok, we look good!" Followed by giggles and a high-five. (Say that in a valley-girl voice, and you got it down). I really hope that I was not like this when I was 16 years old, sadly I totally remember having conversations like this....so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to actually enjoy skirts and dresses. Growing up I hated everything frilly, especially bows and dresses. My sister was all about the girly things, but not me. In fact I used to refer to high heels as big-girl shoes. Sadly this was only about 2 years ago. So this is a major accomplishment for me, you should be proud. I am not allowed to wear jeans and casual clothing to work. So I have taken to wearing skirts or dresses a lot since it is now hot outside. That is correct, I wear these things on days other than Sunday, for longer than 3 hours, and I like it. My mom is so proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started doing lots of things with this one cute boy. I have gone to school with him since 6th grade, but he was always far too cool for me all growing up. You know the type, but he is no longer that punk kid haha. His name is McKay and a picture is enclosed. Basically we go on adventures a lot. Here is a list of some of the things we have done: real rock climbing (as opposed to fake rock climbing), tennis, movies, stadium of fire, board games, making cupcakes, swimming, stripping wallpaper, golfing, etc. Mostly he is incredible and I love being around him, so I think I am going to keep him around for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TDc6dRKU0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zIgtdgwwdOY/s1600/rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TDc6dRKU0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zIgtdgwwdOY/s400/rocks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-617043609451812406?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/617043609451812406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=617043609451812406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/617043609451812406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/617043609451812406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/07/time-for-new-postprobably.html' title='Time for a new post....probably?'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TDc6dRKU0-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/zIgtdgwwdOY/s72-c/rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-8089110349393879979</id><published>2010-06-23T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:58:34.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeper Rob</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As many of you know my family recently moved, and when I say moved I mean we moved from Orem to Orem, South to North, exciting and at the same time not anything that different. So with the move came me going to a new singles ward. Singles wards are good and bad at the same time. They have lots of fun, amazing people, but they also have some weirdies. These people are classified as being over 30 years old and still attending, or the ones who ask you out over and over again when you clearly are not interested. Now I have been attending this ward for 3 or 4 weeks now and so far I have not had any strange single's ward story, until this last Sunday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sunday was great, really it was, until it came to sacrament meeting. Sacrament meeting is last for my church schedule and usually starts with me meeting a few new people every week. I'm slowly starting to learn everyones names, it's a long process. So I sit down on my regular pew (middle section, mid-way to the speaker, middle of the bench). And I say hi to the people by me, make some small chat, and that is mostly it. But this Sunday I met a boy, lets call him Rob, because well, that's his name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Rob seemed like an okay guy the first 5 minutes I talked to him before sacrament started....and then things started getting weird. When I first sat down Rob and I were 2 feet away from each other. Comfortable distance for singles ward sacrament. He was sitting very close to his little group of friends, and I was sitting by a girl I met in relief society. Then as we sang the first hymn he shared my book....I am completely fine with sharing hymn books but he was 2 feet away and sitting close to his friend who had a book. Then after the hymn he discreetly adjusted his pants and scooted closer to me. He then progressed to putting his arm behind me along the bench, not touching me, but still a little weird to do if I just met him 10 minutes ago. This pattern of scooting closer and putting his arm behind&amp;nbsp;me kept going strong until he was literally sitting on my skirt and his arm was rubbing against mine. He also kept leaning over, getting super close to my face, and whispering things which he thought were clever or witty, but really they were not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was so annoyed and felt so uncomfortable at this point. There&amp;nbsp;were still 30 minutes left of sacrament. Kill me! Clearly the leaning forward and away from him, with my legs crossed away from him is not clear body language that I am uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really debating on just leaving sacrament early. I was not paying attention to the speakers at all. I was just annoyed and couldn't get out of there soon enough! As "amen" was said I quickly picked up my purse and stood up, preparing to book it out of there as quickly as possible. But no, the middle of the row means I have to wait for other people to leave instead of crawling all over them to get out. Maybe I should have just dropped to the ground and army crawled under the benches and out of there....So as a stand up I hear "Oh! Wait Kelli, I have an extremely important question for you." Oh great buddy, just let me leave and stop being creepy. So I turn around and it all happens so quickly that I really didn't even have time to think about my answers or make up good excuses. Let's just say he wants to watch a world cup game, and then he gets my phone number. Man, looks like I am just going to have to be busy or have other plans every time he calls. Now this story may not sound creepy, but it was definitely very uncomfortable. Now every time he calls it says Creep Rob on my phone..... yay for single's wards! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TCIuyjoOP0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OGOwO7M9_JU/s1600/crispin-glover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TCIuyjoOP0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OGOwO7M9_JU/s320/crispin-glover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you have seen the new Charlie's Angels this guy is super creepy in it, hence being included in the creeper post. I mean just look at him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-8089110349393879979?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/8089110349393879979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=8089110349393879979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8089110349393879979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8089110349393879979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/06/creeper-rob.html' title='Creeper Rob'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/TCIuyjoOP0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/OGOwO7M9_JU/s72-c/crispin-glover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5123769871941727507</id><published>2010-06-18T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:52:19.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER IS HERE!!</title><content type='html'>I realize for some of you summer may have already started....but not for me, because I decided to take Spring Term classes at BYU. This was my first time taking Spring classes and if I would have known how much work they were, since the semester is so condensed, I probably would have changed my mind. But I SURVIVED!!! and I don't ever want to take a spring or summer semester again. This was my life for the last 7 weeks, no joke, I would: wake up, go to work, then do some homework, go to class=3 hours, go home, maybe get there in time to eat a warm dinner, do more homework, go to bed. Sometimes I would spice things up and make a mosaic for humanities or go to a meeting with my group for Mcomm, but those were rare. Also did you know that mosaics take a REALLY long time to make.....well they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am on to summer! All I have to worry about is going to work, and then filling the rest of&amp;nbsp;my days with funstuff. In preparation for this summer I have come up with a list of ideas that maybe just maybe I can accomplish this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Refinish my kitchen table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Strip wallpaper&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realize the first 2 may not be considered "funstuff" but I am kinda excited about them...weird...maybe?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the mona rope swing, and eat at the run down burger joint that has delicious pastrami burgers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike all of Y mountain. I just barely found out the trail goes past the Y and am now very curious as to where it leads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hike Timp, I have lived her 10 years so it should be about time to finally do that one&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to go fishing! I haven't been in forever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get better at golfing, hone my skills you know?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to the Clark Planetarium-laser light show oh ya!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Move in with Jenn Watson in the Fall. Childhood friends reunited at last! We will then work together, have classes together (same major), and live together, and I don't even think we will get sick of each other. Love that girl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go bike riding a lot! Since my hip is retarded and snaps out and is painful, riding bikes is a good option for me. So instead of running the provo river trail, I will bike the trail and still enjoy the beauty of the canyon. Next step new tires for my bike so I can actually ride it, bullheads are the devil when it comes to my tires.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really want to plan a St. George trip, we'll see how that goes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lava hot springs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go boating! Sun and water are my weakness, those two elements combined make me a very happy girl!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fourth of July/3rd of July, stadium of fire fireworks, or I am going to head to Delta for the demolition derby. Both are solid ideas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I almost forgot! &lt;a href="http://www.wasatchrollerderby.com/"&gt;Wasatch Roller Derby&lt;/a&gt;! Totally going!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alpine slides/zip-line, I haven't done those in years!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Alright that is all I've got for now, let me know if you have any fun ideas and I will incorporate them into my list. &lt;span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also best mom quote lately: "So, do you think he's &lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;groovin' on you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; In reference to me telling her about a boy. I love that woman, and am now going to incorporate that saying into everday life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5123769871941727507?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5123769871941727507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5123769871941727507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5123769871941727507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5123769871941727507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-is-here.html' title='SUMMER IS HERE!!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-9011942776163314802</id><published>2010-06-02T21:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:56:12.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Momma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="239" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1953/92/125/522162098/n522162098_1330360_2649.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom's birthday is tomorrow....and to commemorate this event I have decided to post a few of my favorite memories that I have of my mom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was 3 or 4 and I didn't want to take my nap so I would stay in my room for 5 minutes, come out, and say I was awake, and she would let me watch E.T. instead of sending me back to bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom buying me super girlie dresses with matching bows. I would cry when I was made to wear them...I don't know how my mom put up with me sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching my mom cook with my grandma up in Moses Lake while I played with toys in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her buying me ice cream every time I got a shot, or went to the dentist...She still takes me to get ice cream sometimes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom dealing with all my scratches, broken bones, bruises, and all the drama that went along with it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Singing with my mom on Sundays with her at the piano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Her buying me a hope chest when I wasn't sure I wanted one, now I love it! I basically have a dowry now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being goofy and laughing so hard that she gets a cramp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing with her in the kitchen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After high school I suddenly realized that she was super smart and she really did know what she was talking about. (teenagers are stupid!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All her sayings: Good Honk! You're a dip. Work until the work is done. And the way she yells your name to get you to come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching her jump on the tramp with the correct form...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most of all I remember all the times she let me cry, be crazy, be mad, be&amp;nbsp;stupid, have fun, laugh, go on adventures, and she still loves me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Too many memories to put down, but there is some of them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;I LOVE YOU MOMMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-9011942776163314802?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/9011942776163314802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=9011942776163314802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/9011942776163314802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/9011942776163314802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-momma.html' title='Happy Birthday Momma!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-8833622673118960125</id><published>2010-05-11T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:06:00.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bathrooms...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now let me tell you a little about bathrooms, specifically public bathrooms, more specifically bathrooms on BYU campus (especially the ones in the library). I entered these the other day to do some business and I'm immediately given the decision on which stall I should choose- this is kind of difficult seeing as there are about 40 stalls to choose from. "WHOA!" I say "How am I supposed to decide?" Well I do what all of us naturally do in this situation I quickly start walking to the handicap stall. Reasons why the handicap stall is great:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1. It has a taller seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. When I sit on this seat my feet do not touch the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. There are hand rails&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Plenty of space (it is quite comfy cozy in there with your mansion of a bathroom stall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. The hooks on the back of the stall are always there to hang your coat upon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. They are usually at the end of the row so you are far away from the sink so people do not have to listen to you tinkle while washing their hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the handicap stall! But this time instead of striding right on in I chose a regular stall. It was a good thing too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I am sitting on the throne, if you will, I hear the door open but no sounds of footsteps. Once I have completed my time in the stall, and have still not heard any sounds of movement ,I am a little suspicious. I come out of my stall and BAM!!! right there in front of my eyes for the very first time is someone using the handicap stall who actually needs it! What if I had been the jerk in that stall and she had to wait for me to come out. Upon coming out I would clearly not be in a wheelchair or jazzy scooter of any sort and therefore why am I using her stall which she needs. Obviously I avoided a potentially awkward bathroom scenario and at the same time witnessed someone actually use the handicap stall appropriately. It was a great day in the library bathroom that day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.emedco.com/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/5e06319eda06f020e43594a9c230972d/IndoorOutdoor-Braille-Signs-79638-BK-ba.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;However, next time I am still totally choosing the handicap stall, it is still the best one. I figure I'm safe since it took me 21 years to have my first encounter with someone correctly using that stall. I have 21 years ahead of me before it happens again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2217837784775642970-8833622673118960125?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/8833622673118960125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=8833622673118960125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8833622673118960125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/8833622673118960125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/05/bathrooms.html' title='bathrooms...'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-7371262725968653368</id><published>2010-04-26T11:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:03:28.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The wonderful world of.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISNEYLAND!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yes folks, that is correct I got to go to the happiest place on earth right after finals! But first lets talk about finals. They are OVER OVER OVER! Which is basically the best part about them. A few words on finals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;now can pretty much save your life because I am CPR and Advanced First Aid certified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I know how to wrap all sorts of injuries from Athletic Training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I know lots of things about different Chronic diseases and I hope I don't get any of them (pretty much prevention for all of them is exercising and eating right...go figure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I hate taking tests the last day of finals at&amp;nbsp;the very last time you could ever take a test, it stinks just waiting and waiting, I just want to go and get it done! Stupid scheduled tests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tests online are fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Oh and I am done with all my religion credits! Finished up with the New Testament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Now for the fun part.... I love Disneyland!!! I went with Steve and it was a blast! We got 2 day park hopper tickets to both parks so we were runnin' all over the place. I think that no matter how old I get I will always, ALWAYS, love Disneyland. It brings back so many memories and just is fun. Some of my favorite rides:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tower of Terror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;California Screamin' (Roller coaster)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Peter Pan (Classic, especially when you are flying over the city and neverland island)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Splash Mountain (Still gives me anxiety since my Dad tricked me into going on it when I was 4 *see picture below)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Space Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Pirates of the Carribean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Blue Bayou (Not a ride but has fantastic food) And you get to watch all the people going into pirates. Also we may or may not have taken a menu for a mementos sake....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Toy Story Mania! love love love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;So mostly I love every ride and for you fellow disney lovers they are building new rides/attractions in California Adventure. There is going to be a Pixar Cars ride and an Ariel under the sea adventure. Looks like I will have to make a trip back to Disneyland&amp;nbsp;to check those out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/S9XG7nHhkRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hTn6T9sIEsk/s1600/splash+mountain.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/S9XG7nHhkRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hTn6T9sIEsk/s400/splash+mountain.bmp" tt="true" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-7371262725968653368?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/7371262725968653368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=7371262725968653368' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7371262725968653368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7371262725968653368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/04/wonderful-world-of.html' title='The wonderful world of.....'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/S9XG7nHhkRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/hTn6T9sIEsk/s72-c/splash+mountain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5907954591130045175</id><published>2010-03-31T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:53:51.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH happy day!</title><content type='html'>Just&amp;nbsp;some of my&amp;nbsp;reflections about things that have made me happy lately. Not big things, just little things that make you feel good or content or whatever. Little simple happy moments that I thoroughly enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing sandles for the first time this year. It has finally started warming up a little here in Utah, and on Monday I actually wore sandles ALL DAY long. I emphasize "all day" because if you know Utah then you know the weather can change in a matter of hours during the spring. But not on Monday! It was a 64 degrees and sunny. Now today on the other hand it is most likely going to snow/rain same as tomorrow. But still I had the one pure day of joy of not wearing socks and letting my toes wiggle out in the fresh warm air yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three songs in a row on the radio that I blasted and sang my little heart out to. They just make me smile and even tho passer bys may be looking at me funny that's ok it's all about jammin' out in my car on my way to or from school. What songs are they you may ask? Well you should definitely look them up and listen to them if you have never heard them before they will literally put a smile on your face especially if you picture me dancing and singing in my car :) Said songs: Hey Soul Sistah, by train, Party in the USA , by Miley Cyrus, Just Haven't Met You Yet, by Michael Buble. Also just announcing those in my mind as I typed them out made me feel a little like a radio station DJ calling out my favorite hits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Macey's grocery store and buying almonds. My new favorite salty snack food is almonds. But not just plain almonds those are not so good....they MUST be flavored. And I found a new flavor to try out: Salt and Vinegar. Now I love me some salt and vinegar chips they are delicious and so are these almonds, absolutely delicateable! My other favorite flavor of these little nuts of joy (almond joy, get it, cheesy, oh well) but the wasabi and soy almonds. If you have not tried these go to your closet nut aisle and purchase some they are only 3 dollars for a good size container. And being the health ed. major that I am let me educate you on the benefits of almonds. They lower your LDL cholesterol levels (this is the "bad" cholesterol) and reduce your risk for heart disease WOOHOO! Delicious and healthy, go almonds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/S7NhYqmzQXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nd1OQfNCO2Y/s200/almonds1.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last little bundle of joy I have recently experienced is showers. Ok yes, showers are wonderful and fantastic ya da ya da.&amp;nbsp;My family can testify that I love my showers and even when I'm trying to hurry they never are less then 15 minutes. But showers after you work out are probably 100 times better then normal everyday showers. Yesterday I went and did my work out and afterwards you feel gross and sweaty and your sweat is even crystallizing on your face into gritty salt, this may be a little too much info but oh well. And then I hop in the warm shower and clean all this gritty, dirty, yuckiness, off of me and BOOM! I'm super clean, I feel so much cleaner then I would if I had a regular shower. Just sitting there in my pajamas freshly clean is a simply wonderful feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go a little snap shot into my life of little things that really put a smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5907954591130045175?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5907954591130045175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5907954591130045175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5907954591130045175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5907954591130045175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='OH happy day!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/S7NhYqmzQXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Nd1OQfNCO2Y/s72-c/almonds1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-6042837021538820118</id><published>2010-03-22T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T22:18:30.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nancy, George, Bess</title><content type='html'>I would hope these names mean something to you. In case you are ignorant and missed out on amazing chapter books when you were in second to fifth grade these are the main characters in the greatest mystery books of all time! Nancy Drew! Of course she always has her trusty sidekicks and best friends, George and Bess who are cousins that always come with her on her trips. Bess was a tall, attractive brunette, and her cousin George was always described as slightly plump? interesting...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;img src="http://www.nancydrewsleuth.com/clock3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, why am I rambling on about books from my childhood? Well you see, my family is moving and I have been packing up my room. It is amazing how much stuff you can accumulate in your room over 10 years. But as I was getting things out from under my bed, because that is clearly the superior way of storing things, I happened upon a white plastic bag. What was in this bag? Nancy Drew books! Books 1-50! Now you may be thinking there are 50 of those books? Well you would be wrong there are actually many many more. And I have probably read most of them. I would sit engrossed for hours reading about Nancy. Yes the books are probably only 180 pages long but that is a long book for an 8 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some reason my sister and I loved the mystery books. Without fail Nancy Drew would get kidnapped by the culprits because she would get to close to finding out the truth. Now she would either get rescued by her boyfriend Ned, or she would somehow daringly escape and expose the crime and save the dude ranch/hotel/old lady/haunted restaurant/etc. She also for some reason took a lot of showers in the books. She was always taking showers and getting cleaned up for something they were going to do later. Anyway Nancy Drew was amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fantastic book series was the Boxcar Children. Also mystery, and my older sister and I loved them. There were many a times when instead of playing with our mega-mansion barbie house we would play with a shoe box. But not just any shoe box. This was a boxcar and we would play boxcar children with our little Kelly dolls that lived in the boxcar (shoebox) Oh the adventures of childhood. I'm a little tempted to read all of these books again. It definitely would beat reading my Athletic Training Text book. And no I have not seen the Nancy Drew movie, I'm scared that it will crush my longing to secretly become a red headed, crime solving, Ned Nickerson kissing, sleuth. Maybe this weekend I'll give it a go?&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/2217837784775642970-6042837021538820118?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/6042837021538820118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=6042837021538820118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/6042837021538820118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/6042837021538820118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/03/nancy-george-bess.html' title='Nancy, George, Bess'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-4308876905479656081</id><published>2010-03-01T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:25:49.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Once again I am going at this blog thing. Somehow I have never been able to keep this commitment so maybe this time is the charm.....maybe.....we'll see. So this last month-ish has been interesting, I can pretty much sum it up with a list so here goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. family decides we are moving &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. we sell our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. I get mistaken for a student at a junior high school (what?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Lady at furniture store thinks I look much younger than i told her I was (I'll love this when I am 40 right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Go on a date with a 33 year old. This means he was entering junior high when I was being born!! Don't judge me I got to go to a Jazz vs Nuggets game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. buy mom jeans (You know bleached, tapered at the bottom, make your bottom look like it consumes half of your leg, and a zipper that is 9 inches long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. go to a BAJILLION!! mission reunions. Yay for friends coming home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Go on lots of dates and have lots of fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Find a house to move into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Enjoy the crazy weather that is Utah spring. Warm 47 degrees one day freezing death the next day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Go disco skating and ice skating in the same weekend- never fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. watch my mom start packing up our house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. Observe high school health classes and realize that this is exactly what i want to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. First block class over! Everyday from 7-11 in the morning....it is now done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. Eat the best cupcake in the world at the Cocoa Bean cafe (Raspberry chocolate cheesecake delicious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. Get a calling- ward activities co-chair. Guess who the chair is......33 year old date boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Just enjoying school, singles ward, family, friends, and trying to fit it all together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First blog post in a year done! let's see how this goes :)&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/2217837784775642970-4308876905479656081?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/4308876905479656081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=4308876905479656081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4308876905479656081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4308876905479656081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2010/03/once-again-i-am-going-at-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-313840670216500488</id><published>2009-04-13T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T18:48:51.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLI: Festival of COLORS!!!</title><content type='html'>Festival of colors....the most amazing Hindu festival EVER!!! My friends and I went to this festival down at the Hare Krishna Temple in Spanish Fork. I went last year and so this was my second year attending. It basically is the most fun you can have on a saturday! This is what our saturday consisted of: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packing people into my car and making the drive down to Spanish Fork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying our packets of colored dye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feeding Llamas and peacocks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating weird vegetarian Indian food which was surprisingly good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching a demon effigy be burned in a bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big countdown to the color throwing and then POOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Colored chalk and dye everywhere!! If you are in the middle of the mass of people you cannot see or breathe very well for a little while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Throwing as much colored dye as you can at anyone and everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancing around in a huge mosh (?) pit and hoping you don't get pushed up into crowd surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to a rock band play the Hare Krishna chant over and over again to different music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk back to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drive home and take a shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch the dye wash off of you like koolaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blow your nose, and purple snot comes out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Relax and watch a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BEST DAY EVER!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a gander at these photos:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341287813235474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcMRMNwxI/AAAAAAAAADw/OKfA2rYwM5I/s320/colors4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341668556123778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcibkZLoI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kMK5PrEVidA/s320/colors5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341668458586610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcibNI4fI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GPirO3VQfWM/s320/colors!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341673443151122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcitxjTRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/X0DW1pQI4AE/s320/colors2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324341673465706402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcit27d6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/fVwCW7RGzto/s320/colors3.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/2217837784775642970-313840670216500488?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/313840670216500488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=313840670216500488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/313840670216500488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/313840670216500488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2009/04/holi-festival-of-colors.html' title='HOLI: Festival of COLORS!!!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SePcMRMNwxI/AAAAAAAAADw/OKfA2rYwM5I/s72-c/colors4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-4532301238073545636</id><published>2009-03-20T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:07:02.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So guess what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377103810857954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/ScQDUFfkC-I/AAAAAAAAADY/m97R3b9O6oY/s320/DSCN0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty once again it has been a few weeks but the much anticipated update is here! You all are overjoyed which is to be expected, because, well I have so many exciting things that have happened. First off Cinco de Marcho plus dos (March 7) was a success! We decorated our whole apartment with mexican flags, red balloons, and white and green crepe paper. Let's just say it was magical and we all got a little light headed from blowing up the balloons so fast. But really the party was so so so much fun! We ate taquitos and nachos with salsa, we listened to mexican music, we made a pinata named El Desperado, and we went swimming and watched the Three Amigos. Clearly we were completely immersed into the culture :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315375559111069106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/ScQB6LCbzbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nHs_SWoiLx8/s320/el+desperado.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also the day before cinco de marcho, guess who gets engaged?! Oh my goodness yes, it is my roommate!! Camille Burgess received her actual engagement ring from Tij von Nieda on Friday the 6th of March. It was madness! Tij set up pictures of them in the Museum of Art, as an exhibit, and the next thing you know he is down on one knee proposing. It was so cute. Camille announced it to us by slamming open the door and forcefully holding up her left ring finger. No words were spoken, just that action, and all of us went crazy. Oh how I love that girlie!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315377107401632546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/ScQDUS3q6yI/AAAAAAAAADg/e7-LWcs82-Q/s320/DSCN0055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The last few weeks have been pretty uneventful. Just hanging out at home while my parents were in Alabama and then playing with the roommates of course. Although you all will be happy to hear that the Sea Otters, my bowling team, are ranked 7th out of 16 teams. And next week starts the tournament. Apparently you have to be in the top 8 teams to be in the winning bracket. So we'll see how that goes. Anyways I love all of you and I miss you so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315378192158631490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/ScQETb55JkI/AAAAAAAAADo/T8LYq2lUJP4/s320/sea+otters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is me and Brissa at bowling league night. We decided to dress up 80's. You can only see the top half of us but believe me the bottom half is pure excellence. Pink spandex and knee high socks/leg warmers, it can't get better than that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-4532301238073545636?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/4532301238073545636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=4532301238073545636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4532301238073545636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4532301238073545636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-guess-what.html' title='So guess what?!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/ScQDUFfkC-I/AAAAAAAAADY/m97R3b9O6oY/s72-c/DSCN0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-857050329268285972</id><published>2009-03-05T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:39:22.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been bad at blogging lately SORRY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SbBF_pMyUpI/AAAAAAAAADA/jTXjm_aA5rE/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820920363373202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SbBF_pMyUpI/AAAAAAAAADA/jTXjm_aA5rE/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it has almost been a month since I last posted, dang it! Hopefully I will get better at writing faithfully on this thing. Well let's see in the last month I have reclaimed my status as a heartbreaker, so says dad (he is secretly excited that I am haha) Let's just say I want to date lots of people and well that's how it's going to be for a while :) Kristin told me that I had my share of kissing this year, probably true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These last few weeks have been crazy with midterms and papers. It is insane how many papers I have had to write lately. And the midterms are equally rough but so far so good YAY! School is crazy as always but it's alright because I like it that way. If my life was not busy I wouldn't know what to do with myself. Also Winter semester is over in about 6 or 7 weeks....oh YA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to go to the Draper temple with my Mom and Nathan. It is so beautiful! I thought it was going to be smaller, judging from the pictures, but it is huge and amazing. I also have the chance to go to the temple dedication on March 22, so there is that to look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fun thing which is coming up is Cinco de Marcho...plus dos. My friends and I are throwing a Cinco de Mayo party in March since no one will actually be here in may, but we couldn't do it in the middle of the week so it is on March 7....hence the plus dos. We will have mexican food, a homemade pinata (we're working on it), swimming, and to top it all off the movie "The Three Amigos" Yes, we are dorks but it is going to be oh so fun. Anyways I love you all and I will try to update you more on my life, have no fear :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309821165998305938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SbBGN8Qt8pI/AAAAAAAAADI/sJdm0tdAyl0/s320/DSCN0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. bowling league is tonight-wish me luck! Go SEA OTTERS (team name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-857050329268285972?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/857050329268285972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=857050329268285972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/857050329268285972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/857050329268285972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-bad-at-blogging-lately-sorry.html' title='I&apos;ve been bad at blogging lately SORRY!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SbBF_pMyUpI/AAAAAAAAADA/jTXjm_aA5rE/s72-c/DSCN0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-104791280328552612</id><published>2009-02-06T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:58:27.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so good news...I saw a dog today (elf)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SYzKtm5AUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nirxNOfipA0/s1600-h/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299833746390798802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SYzKtm5AUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nirxNOfipA0/s320/DSCN0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty so it has absolutely been too long since I posted on my blog...But honestly nothing very exciting has happened but in order to catch y'all up here's a few things about this winter semester:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have joined a bowling league.  Yes, be astonished and amazed! Every Thursday night I is league night at the Wilkinson Center for students. It is awesome! Also we are getting t-shirts (any suggestions for my name would be greatly appreciated)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. D&amp;amp;C boy. Let's just say some boys are extremely attractive the first day of class and then they speak to you, and they are no longer attractive, just creepy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I am in a Turbo Kickboxing class every Wednesday night. It kicks my trash but is so so so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Surprisingly my Sexuality Education class is my favorite one. It may sound weird but my teacher is amazing and I am learning so much- it's quite informative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Only 2 1/2 months until Britney Spears concert. You may laugh, but I always believed in her :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I don't know about this whole dating thing. Sometimes I get really sick of going on dates and not liking any one. They are all great but there's nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I thoroughly enjoy working out. I am like a deer on that eliptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I am applying for this Romania Internship. Hopefully I will get it. If so that would be so so amazing and give me a chance to get out and experience the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I feel like M &amp;amp;M's are taken for granted. Sometimes you want plain chocolate- not all the hodge podge of caramel and nuts and peanut butter. It has become one of my favorite treats during my cinema class when I start getting a headache due to low blood sugar haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. This semester is going by so so fast. It is already February for goodness sake. Only a couple more weeks till my sister in-law has her baby. So exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well hopefully this is update enough for everyone. I love you and hope everything is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. The picture at the top was taken at Wal-Mart, it was the sweetest truck I had ever seen. Complete with purple paint and raging golden flames. It complete me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-104791280328552612?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/104791280328552612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=104791280328552612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/104791280328552612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/104791280328552612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-good-newsi-saw-dog-today-elf.html' title='so good news...I saw a dog today (elf)'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SYzKtm5AUdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nirxNOfipA0/s72-c/DSCN0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-7944684632298570298</id><published>2008-11-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:42:51.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got TAGGED!</title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Post rules on your blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the six '8' items&lt;br /&gt;3. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving them a comment.&lt;br /&gt;So...I've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes my first shot at this tagging business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;2. Extreme Makeover: Home Edition&lt;br /&gt;3. House&lt;br /&gt;4. Wizards of Waverly Place&lt;br /&gt;5. Unwrapped&lt;br /&gt;6. Challenge- only when they are doing cakes&lt;br /&gt;7. Chuck&lt;br /&gt;8. Bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to Physiology&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Sociology&lt;br /&gt;3. Watched someone break up in the cougar eat during lunch (sad, but highly entertaining)&lt;br /&gt;4. Wrote a reaction paper about immigration&lt;br /&gt;5. got 100 on my physiology quiz&lt;br /&gt;6. listened to Byron serenade me on his guitar :)&lt;br /&gt;7. Ate a spaghetti dinner at FHE&lt;br /&gt;8. Sad goodbye to Camille and Jenn who left for Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. THANKSGIVING! and seeing Twilight with the family&lt;br /&gt;2. The end of Finals Week&lt;br /&gt;3. Eating mom's apple pie&lt;br /&gt;4. My family coming for the holidays!&lt;br /&gt;5. Seeing dad get excited and giddy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating Dad's chocolate chip pancakes&lt;br /&gt;7. Starting my scuba diving class&lt;br /&gt;8. Snow finally coming to Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mi Ranchito&lt;br /&gt;2. Tucanos&lt;br /&gt;3. The Happy Sumo&lt;br /&gt;4. Burgers Supreme&lt;br /&gt;5. Macaroni Grill&lt;br /&gt;6. Cheesecake Factory&lt;br /&gt;7. California Pizza Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;8. L&amp;amp;T Produce (cougareat style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things on My Wish List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sleep sleep sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Doing well on my finals&lt;br /&gt;3. a new camera&lt;br /&gt;4. amazing thanksgiving break&lt;br /&gt;5. A coat with built in handwarmers- it's COLD!&lt;br /&gt;6. Being able to finish the Fuddruckers challenge&lt;br /&gt;7. For my family to come to Utah&lt;br /&gt;8. Finding my ID card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people I tag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty sure only my family reads my blog so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-7944684632298570298?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/7944684632298570298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=7944684632298570298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7944684632298570298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7944684632298570298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got TAGGED!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-3983888473367245524</id><published>2008-11-05T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:09:56.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and voting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHBEDfnLJI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ZBUhXTpKUk/s1600-h/gangsta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHBEDfnLJI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ZBUhXTpKUk/s320/gangsta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265201714774355090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it. I was a gangster for Halloween. Almost all of the clothing I am wearing belongs to Nathan haha. And yes I did purchase that hat from the amazing clothing store that is Gen-X. I felt so cool going in there you don't even know! Oh and my bling is totally a tin can lid covered in foil, because you know, I'm crafty like that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHBwe8laCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8Is_1QQe7ms/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHBwe8laCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8Is_1QQe7ms/s320/pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265202478057875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well Halloween was this last weekend woohoo! And last week during FHE we carved pumpkins to get ready for it. Jenn, Andy, and I clearly were feeling school spirited and made this amazing Y pumpkin. The only downfall was that pumpkin's shell was almost 4 inches thick! It was a very labor intensive carve but we succeeded and obviously we all need to go into sculpting or something of that nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween would not be the same without a ward party and then a dance party! Last friday our ward got together and had a chili cook-off, scavenger hunt, games, and of course a costume contest! Julie, my roommate, and her boyfriend WON! They were Barbie and Ken, complete with an attached ipod that played the song "Barbie Girl." It was amazing!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHDtUbkaoI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdcWrKfguzI/s1600-h/barbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHDtUbkaoI/AAAAAAAAACA/HdcWrKfguzI/s320/barbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265204622718691970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also yesterday I got to vote in my first ever presidential election. And on the plus side I didn't even have to wait in line or anything. So all in all the whole process took me 15 minutes; from signing my name to get in, to receiving my I VOTED sticker as I left. Although now I am a little bit scared of where our country is headed. I'll be honest I didn't really want either of the candidates but I decided to go with the lesser of 2 evils. And in other voting news, does anyone know if proposition 8 passed in California, or do we not know yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life as of now consists of: studying, testing, reading, eating, sleeping, dating, smiling, laughing, and partying with the roommates. Life is GREAT! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-3983888473367245524?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/3983888473367245524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=3983888473367245524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3983888473367245524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3983888473367245524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-and-voting.html' title='Halloween and voting'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRHBEDfnLJI/AAAAAAAAABw/8ZBUhXTpKUk/s72-c/gangsta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-7534828443751568568</id><published>2008-10-12T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T12:38:10.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come what may and LOVE IT!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness! This week was quite eventful. Starting the week with General Conference really helped a lot. I know you are not supposed to pick favorite apostles but Elder Wirthlin is the man! If I could be as happy and as positive as he is I would be set. I especially liked when he said "Come what may, and love it!" Because sometimes that is so hard when you really are going through a hard or stressful situation. But this statement has become my new goal. No one likes to be around people who find things to complain about or who are downers in general; it can bring you down with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week I put it into play. And it proved to be a lot more difficult than expected. Especially when I ended up having 2 tests back to back and then having to wake up super early to study or do assignments. But all in all I think I did pretty good. I was extremely aware of what I was saying and so careful not to be pessimistic no matter how hectic a day it was. You can always find positive things no matter the situation. Anyways.... that was this week now into the weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a dating fiend!! That might be overexagerrating a little bit but this last week I went on 3 dates, I think. And they were all really fun! Yay for fun cute boys haha. On tuesday I went over to Byron's house and he made me fried rice for dinner and then we watched a movie. Doesn't sound like much but we are both huge dorks and kinda crazy so it turned out to be an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SPJAP77d-8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-B2S3eA70Tk/s1600-h/mdd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SPJAP77d-8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-B2S3eA70Tk/s320/mdd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256334357624126402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then on Friday Byron and I went up to Salt Lake to a mentally disabled school called South Valley. They were having their Halloween dance and it was really the most fun I had all week! We didn't even dance with each other, we just danced with the kids... I say kids but they were all 18-25 years old. They are the most happy people and the most fun to dance with. I got hit on quite a few times, asked to be multiple guys' girlfriend, and one boy yelled to me as I was dancing "You are HOT, H-O-T!" Biggest confidence booster EVER! haha. They really were the sweetest people. And one more direct quote, as we were leaving the dance, Jared, one of the students, told me to call him if I ever need a good boyfriend...I might take him up on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SPJCwAypoRI/AAAAAAAAABk/Lw6bhsiKV1U/s1600-h/parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SPJCwAypoRI/AAAAAAAAABk/Lw6bhsiKV1U/s320/parade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256337107708387602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday of course was BYU Homecoming. My roommates and I went to the parade early in the morning to see some of the people in our ward who were in the parade. It was so cold and started to snow, that's why we are all majorly bundled up in the picture. We got free chocolate chip blue pancakes with whipcream and syrup plus we got to see all the performing groups go by. Of course I went to the game against New Mexico, of course we won, but it was a dissapointing win, our team was not in sync at all the first half but we kind of pulled it together the second half. We will definately go down in the poles tho, i think. Then Saturday night I went on a date with a boy named Ryan from my Anatomy class. We went to Los Hermanos and then carved pumpkins. Which are currently sitting on my front steps, they look awesome in case you were wondering. But all in all it was a really good week. So Come what may and LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-7534828443751568568?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/7534828443751568568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=7534828443751568568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7534828443751568568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/7534828443751568568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-what-may-and-love-it.html' title='Come what may and LOVE IT!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SPJAP77d-8I/AAAAAAAAABc/-B2S3eA70Tk/s72-c/mdd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5772940620149678319</id><published>2008-09-21T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:13:43.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am officially 20</title><content type='html'>Alright so here goes another weekly blog. Look at this, so far I am doing good at keeping this updated...then again this is only the 2nd week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I know you are all so jealous because I got to go to the BYU SHUTOUTS! It was amazing. Everyone was going crazy and it was awesome to see us do that well! Ucla vs. Byu 59-0 and Wyoming vs. Byu 44-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly this last week in school I passed my Anatomy quiz! I learned all the bones in the head, mandible (jaw), and rib cage, a total of about 90-100 bones WOOHOO! Now I am on to memorizing the rest of the bones in the body. This week it is around 120 terms so wish me luck. Also this week I have 2 test one in physiology and one in Human Development; I will let you know how that goes...hopefully I will pass. And I start work on cadavers this week in lab! So that should definately be exciting, the joys of the human body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly I turned 20. I have surpassed the realms of a teenager and entered the age of an adult. I know I was technically an adult at 18 but let's be honest I was definately not an adult haha. I went to tucanos on friday with the fam and ate delicious food including Kristin's favorite, their mashed potatoes. Then Saturday was the "Day of Kelli" Yes that is right I dedicated a whole day to me. I went to the Wyoming BYU football game, went laser tagging, and watched the movie HotRod at my apartment with all my friends. Basically a fantastic day! And today I actually turned 20 and got to go home and have birthday cake and a yummy home cooked meal. All in all a GREAT week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of my recent escapades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwUee3BcI/AAAAAAAAABE/x7nKO_ytjQ0/s1600-h/disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwUee3BcI/AAAAAAAAABE/x7nKO_ytjQ0/s320/disco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248646650317440450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camille, Haley, and I about to go disco skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwUksL_YI/AAAAAAAAABM/PonK7IRONPs/s1600-h/julie+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwUksL_YI/AAAAAAAAABM/PonK7IRONPs/s320/julie+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248646651983953282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Julie ( one of my roommates) before the UCLA game. She is 6 feet tall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwU9bJy8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Mw6j13A0KTY/s1600-h/birfday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwU9bJy8I/AAAAAAAAABU/Mw6j13A0KTY/s320/birfday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248646658623392706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Ashlee on my birthday when she came to give me my present. My hair looks outrageously blonde in this picture. I promise I haven't dyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5772940620149678319?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5772940620149678319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5772940620149678319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5772940620149678319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5772940620149678319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-officially-20.html' title='I am officially 20'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SNbwUee3BcI/AAAAAAAAABE/x7nKO_ytjQ0/s72-c/disco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-3882528021391086443</id><published>2008-09-12T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:13:20.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY!</title><content type='html'>Dirk said something to me about writing in my blog so I am going to try and keep it up this year so that all of you can read about my super exciting life (just kidding) But really I will try to keep it updated this year, just keep reminding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this last week Mom and I flew to LA to try out for Tokyo Disney. I know that you called me to ask about it and I tried calling you back but you both never answered so..... here goes. I tried out in a big studio with about 150 other dancers there. I was a little intimidated at first but decided that I was just going to have fun! So that's what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was number 72, and after I got my number we all went into a studio room and watched a video with clips of the shows that they put on for Tokyo Disney to get a feel of what they expected. They then told us that they were looking for people with the right look? The right LOOK? What does that mean right? Anyways then we learned a ballet combination and practiced and they made cuts after we performed it in groups of 4. There were only 20 people that they kept...and 2 people that I watched and thought were AMAZING didn't even make it. They once again told us that they were looking for people that had the right "look" for what they were casting for. I guess I didn't look the part because I was cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed a lot before going in and auditioning. I prayed that if it was good and right that I would be able to have this opportunity to dance in Tokyo. Since I didn't get picked I guess it just wasn't meant to be. Although it still is a little sad to not get picked. But I have thought of all the positives that will happen to me by staying. I get to keep going to school, I get to be with my friends and family, and I get to go on the family vacation next summer. (If you think of anymore positive things let me know!) So I am ok. Do not worry. It just made me realize that I love dancing! and I have decided I need to take classes while I am here at BYU so that I will be able to have that in my life still. So there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this week I had my first Anatomy lab.... which I think is going to be really cool even though I have to memorize 100 terms a week. It is really interesting to me so hopefully that will help out. I am currently memorizing the bones in the skull, jaw, and sternum/ribcage area...SUPER FUN! And we start working on cadavers in 2 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also tomorrow will be a jam packed day of fun! First BYU vs. UCLA in football, then I am going on a hot date (mom was really excited for me haha), he is 6'1'', with red hair, dances on the ballroom team, and is really fun to hang out with, so hopefully the date will be fun. After that me and a bunch of my friends are going disco skating! ( I will post pictures ) Well so far that is my life.&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to keep this updated! I love you all so so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-3882528021391086443?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/3882528021391086443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=3882528021391086443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3882528021391086443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/3882528021391086443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-my.html' title='OH MY!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-4136852965541489271</id><published>2007-10-29T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T22:28:11.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/Ryaxs3BhasI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riJK7Pyq9xs/s1600-h/hallo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/Ryaxs3BhasI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riJK7Pyq9xs/s320/hallo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126980610050583234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so it has been a while since i have written anything on here. So here's an update! this past week I had two huge tests one in chemistry and one in psychology so that was kinda hectic. Pretty sure I thought I would die but now it's over so I only have 3 more midterms left woohoo! haha but really I am loving college-especially all the girlies in my dorm and of course all the boys...... :)&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend I did some funstuff tho. On Friday night it was our ward halloween party/dance. So i dressed up as madonna it was so much fun! I danced the night away, met more people from my ward, plus I got to dress up which was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/RyaxjXBharI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BSkh5Z2y6b4/s1600-h/hallo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/RyaxjXBharI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BSkh5Z2y6b4/s320/hallo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126980446841825970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then on saturday i went disco skating.....that's right DISCO SKATING!! there are some crazy people there that do some amazing tricks! My goal is to become one of them...they are my idols. But really it was sooooo much fun. Plus i thought of mom because she was a disco queen. And i knew almost every song they played because mom would always sing them and or play them, so i felt pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/RyayCHBhauI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l1PENaLJqmE/s1600-h/disco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/RyayCHBhauI/AAAAAAAAAAg/l1PENaLJqmE/s320/disco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126980975122803426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyways things are going so good here and i am loving everything. College is wonderful! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-4136852965541489271?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/4136852965541489271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=4136852965541489271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4136852965541489271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/4136852965541489271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-it-has-been-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/Ryaxs3BhasI/AAAAAAAAAAU/riJK7Pyq9xs/s72-c/hallo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-5662349598878676498</id><published>2007-09-16T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:38:22.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd week!</title><content type='html'>K so week number two has come and gone. This is what I have learned so far.....&lt;br /&gt;1. Professor Wood uses a blow torch everyday in class&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't read textbooks on your bed or else you fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of boys are creepy...but i have met 2 weird ones this week&lt;br /&gt;4. You can meet boys named reagan after english when they say "hey when you're off the phone talk to me"&lt;br /&gt;5. Waffles are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;6. HEPE is huge with 866 people in the class&lt;br /&gt;7. Ear plugs are essential&lt;br /&gt;and last of all....&lt;br /&gt;8. You can live off food from the cannon center but sunday dinners are the best!&lt;br /&gt;oh and....&lt;br /&gt;9. my new calling is relief society 2nd counselor  OH YA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-5662349598878676498?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/5662349598878676498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=5662349598878676498' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5662349598878676498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/5662349598878676498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2007/09/2nd-week.html' title='2nd week!'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2217837784775642970.post-2924118796674503666</id><published>2007-09-01T13:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T13:50:01.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do you have your keys</title><content type='html'>Well I am all moved into my dorm and it is awesome! The first day i locked myself out of my dorm twice so hopefully that won't happen again......but because i locked myself out i met Tia who let me in and i got to know my R.A. and the some other girls in my hall who helped me get into the hall and into my room. haha!        &lt;br /&gt;Last night was my second night here in good ole chipman hall and i went out to dinner at the Cannon Center with my roomie Ashlee and another girl named Haley. So we had our first meal together it was wonderful :) Then we went to the Women's Volleyball game against Wisconsin and we won in the fifth game it was intense. Don't worry i was my usual loud self so i cheered my hardest. After the game was over me and a couple other girls went and started a ultimate frisbee game out in the grassy area by all the halls and met new people who joined our game so that was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to bed and let me tell you ear plugs are an amazing invention! I slept so good and I didn't wake up today until 9:30 oh ya it was beautiful! Well now i better head off to the very first football game against Arizona.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2217837784775642970-2924118796674503666?l=ko-jo88.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/feeds/2924118796674503666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2217837784775642970&amp;postID=2924118796674503666' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2924118796674503666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2217837784775642970/posts/default/2924118796674503666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ko-jo88.blogspot.com/2007/09/do-you-have-your-keys.html' title='do you have your keys'/><author><name>Kelli Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13026413081477301185</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Yib_Sp0_c0g/SRTjLGDKLRI/AAAAAAAAACI/758ZYnz5KRU/S220/dodo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
