<?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-1471385894065119087</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:19:50.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hudson Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-6489331182851345156</id><published>2009-09-16T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:43:55.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been forever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbqnefeHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2I7xX6yv2lk/s1600-h/2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbqnefeHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2I7xX6yv2lk/s320/2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183817393961074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;At Swiss Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbk0h2G8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/jZQ0mXOrC2I/s1600-h/2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbk0h2G8I/AAAAAAAAAH8/jZQ0mXOrC2I/s320/2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183717818473410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbUxJ8QrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0Nlus4p7D7U/s1600-h/2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbUxJ8QrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0Nlus4p7D7U/s320/2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183442034999986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbJvSc75I/AAAAAAAAAHs/x30gQsl8p0Y/s1600-h/2009+009.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/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbJvSc75I/AAAAAAAAAHs/x30gQsl8p0Y/s320/2009+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382183252555263890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camryn's first day of  Preschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright so it has been months since I last blogged. Sometimes I feel as though it is a waste of time, because I know the only person reading my blog is Crista. Thanks Friend!!! Okay, updates... I am now 8 months pregnant. Only 7 more weeks to go. I am having a scheduled C-Section on Nov 3. For those who don't know I am having another girl! YAY!!! We are thinking about the name Jessica April! Brad loves that name. :)&lt;br /&gt;Camryn started preschool on Monday Sept 14th. She seems to really enjoy it, and Brad and I know it is really good for her to get out and interact with other kids her age. She told me today that she does not like boys... "well.. I like Bruce, Dad... I guess I like grown up boys" I thought it was precious. She also told me today that her teacher is calling her "Camry" instead of Camryn. It bugs her. I wonder if this is going to be a problem we are faced with through out her life. I hope not!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So I have to vent for just a moment.... "Just a Moment".... Brad, Camryn and Myself went to Swiss days, and I love it, However.. I always seem to forget how over priced the crafts are, and what a head ache it is with all the people, not to mention incredibly hot. I am getting side tracked.. Anyone who has ever been there knows that there are shuttles that take you to and from the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;When we were loading on to the shuttle to go to Swiss days It of course was full. "Everyone knows you give up your seat for old people, and PREGNANT WOMAN right..." Manners people.. I was standing there, and at first nobody was going to offer me their seat. I was irritated. Here I am with my 4 year old, and my huge pregnant belly. Nobody said or did anything. Finally and " OLD MAN" stood up, and offerd me his spot, but instead a woman was like " no, take mine" I couldnt believe it. There were a lot of men younger on the shuttle, and not a word. Not even a look in my direction! It was terrible. Where are peoples manners I thought.&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to our car we of course had to get back on the shuttle, and again same problem there Brad, Camryn and myself are standing in the middle of the walk way, holding onto the poles, and not a word. Nobody said, "Here ma'am take my seat".. I stood there the whole time irritated looking at this woman with her 19-21 year old son as they sat in their seats. I again thought to myself, "Lady, no wonder your son does not have manners. You obviously did not teach him"!&lt;br /&gt;I just do not understand why parents are not teaching their children manners. If anyone can answer this question for me I would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-6489331182851345156?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/6489331182851345156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-forever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/6489331182851345156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/6489331182851345156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-been-forever.html' title='It&apos;s been forever!!'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SrFbqnefeHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/2I7xX6yv2lk/s72-c/2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-25994978967241003</id><published>2009-04-26T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:16:09.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://andeeandkellyhellstrom.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanna-know-me.html"&gt;Wanna Know Me?!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   1. Last beverage - apple juice&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call - Crista&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message - Crista&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to - Everywhere- Tim McGraw&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried - Couple nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice - No&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? -No&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? - No&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk? - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;12. Pink&lt;br /&gt;13. Blue&lt;br /&gt;14. Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends - Yes&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love - No&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried - All the time!&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you - No&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were - Yes&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you - Yes&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;22. How many kids do you want to have - 2&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you have any pets - Yes we do! Two Toy Poodles, Lucy and Milo&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you want to change your name - Nope&lt;br /&gt;25. What did you do for your last birthday - Nothing Much!&lt;br /&gt;26. What time did you wake up today? - 9:30am&lt;br /&gt;27. What were you doing at midnight last night? - sleeping&lt;br /&gt;28. Name something you CANNOT wait for - um... I just went to Mexico right now I am content.&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you saw your father - last week&lt;br /&gt;30.What is one thing you wish you could change about your life - My Energy Level.&lt;br /&gt;31. What are you listening to right now - Camryn's Cartoons.&lt;br /&gt;32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom - I am sure I have.&lt;br /&gt;33. What's getting on your nerves right now? - my dirty house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL:&lt;br /&gt;34. What's your full name - Katie Ann Hudson&lt;br /&gt;35. Relationship Status - Married&lt;br /&gt;36. Zodiac sign - Virgo&lt;br /&gt;37. Male or female - Female&lt;br /&gt;38. Primary School - Edgemont Elementary&lt;br /&gt;39. High school - Jordan High&lt;br /&gt;40. Hair color - Brown&lt;br /&gt;41. Long or short - Long&lt;br /&gt;42. Height - 5'1''&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you have a crush on someone? Yes, Edward Norton.&lt;br /&gt;44. What do you like about yourself? - My straight Teeth&lt;br /&gt;45. Piercings - just my ears.&lt;br /&gt;46. Tattoos- No Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;47. Righty or lefty - Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;48. First surgery - June, 2003&lt;br /&gt;49. First piercing - 6 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;50. First tattoo - Never! I think most tattoos are tacky.&lt;br /&gt;51. First best friend - Alicia and Crista&lt;br /&gt;52. First sport you joined - softball&lt;br /&gt;53. First pet - Sunny Days... Oh how I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;54. First vacation - that i remember.. Disneyland age 5&lt;br /&gt;55. First concert - Cher&lt;br /&gt;56. First crush - Tyrell ( everyone knows this )&lt;br /&gt;57. First alcoholic drink - couldnt tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;58. Eating - Nothing&lt;br /&gt;59. Drink - Just drank a apple juice&lt;br /&gt;60. I'm about to - be lazy and stay home&lt;br /&gt;61. Listening to - Camryn's t.v.&lt;br /&gt;62. Waiting for - nothing as of right now.&lt;br /&gt;63. Want kids? - already have a child.&lt;br /&gt;64. Want to get married? -  I said  I do in '04&lt;br /&gt;65. Careers in mind? - oh how I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER:&lt;br /&gt;66. Lips or eyes - Eyes&lt;br /&gt;67. Hugs or kisses - depends on who it is with..&lt;br /&gt;68. Shorter or taller - Girls short is best... guys, tall of course. Who wants a shortie honey?&lt;br /&gt;69. Older or Younger - I like them older!&lt;br /&gt;70. Romantic or spontaneous - spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;71. Nice stomach or nice arms - Nice stomach&lt;br /&gt;72. Tattoos or piercings? - Nether.&lt;br /&gt;73. Sensitive or loud - sensitive&lt;br /&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship - Relationship&lt;br /&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant - Trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed a stranger - No&lt;br /&gt;77. Drank hard liquor - Yes&lt;br /&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts - Yes&lt;br /&gt;79. Cried yourself to sleep - Yes&lt;br /&gt;80. Danced in the rain - No&lt;br /&gt;81. Broken someones heart - yes.&lt;br /&gt;82. Had your own heart broken - No&lt;br /&gt;83. Been arrested - No&lt;br /&gt;84. Turned someone down - Yes&lt;br /&gt;85. Cried when someone died - Yes&lt;br /&gt;86. Liked a friend more then just a friend - No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;87. Yourself - Not as much as I should&lt;br /&gt;88. Miracles - Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;89. Love at first sight - Ya&lt;br /&gt;90. Heaven - undecided.&lt;br /&gt;91. Santa Claus - absolutely&lt;br /&gt;92. Kissing on the first date - Ya&lt;br /&gt;93. Angels - again, undecided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;94. Is there one person you want to be with right now?I am with everyone I want to be with. My Husband, and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;95. Had more than one boyfriend at one time? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;96. Do you believe it’s possible to remain faithful forever? - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;97. Where is your favorite place to vacation? - So far, New York!&lt;br /&gt;98. What's the one thing you cannot live without? - My daughter&lt;br /&gt;99. What is your biggest pet peeve? - the list I have, popping knuckles, mouth breathers, talking with your mouth full,grocery carts with one bad wheel,people who sit in the booth next to you at a restaurant when the whole place is nearly empty,drivers who wont turn right on red,tapping, jerks who think they are "too cool" in their trucks and take up two parking spots.&lt;br /&gt;100. One thing that most people don’t know about you. - I worry a lot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's YOUR turn!! Let's get to know YOU! I'm tagging anyone and everyone! I've spilled my guts, it's time for you to spill your&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-25994978967241003?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/25994978967241003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanna-know-me-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/25994978967241003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/25994978967241003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/04/wanna-know-me-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-5062202816396206872</id><published>2009-04-14T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:10:26.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT61qcVEXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1Y8kO6Cvsrc/s1600-h/April+006.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/_CO86arHYURo/SeT61qcVEXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1Y8kO6Cvsrc/s320/April+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656459291890034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6qC1EYPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XMmj3YE5YmY/s1600-h/April+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6qC1EYPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/XMmj3YE5YmY/s320/April+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324656259679674610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6PnZa00I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ACARivwJRms/s1600-h/April+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6PnZa00I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ACARivwJRms/s320/April+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655805639349058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6FzZObVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FtUkPMgK-2Q/s1600-h/April+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT6FzZObVI/AAAAAAAAAGs/FtUkPMgK-2Q/s320/April+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655637061070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT57QpfveI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yt06OaLiuuY/s1600-h/April+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT57QpfveI/AAAAAAAAAGk/yt06OaLiuuY/s320/April+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324655455935380962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first Easter that we have had that Camryn actually knew what was going on. However, she was under the impression that Easter was going to be like Christmas. Whenever we went to the store and walked down the town isle she would point to everything, and say " I want that for Easter.. I want that for Easter, and that... oh and that "!~ I had to explain to her that the Easter Bunny was not like Santa.  We painted Easter eggs the Thursday before Easter, and that was a lot of fun. Camryn got a BIG kick out of it.. She took her time, and thought about how she wanted to decorate it. She got upset with Dad ( Brad ) when he dipped one of the Easter Eggs in two differnt colors...  But it was so much fun! We all enjoyed ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;Easter Morning Camryn woke up to find her Easter Basket and was THRILLED.. Lots of spring toys, silly putty, bubbles, Candy... And of course the Chocolate bunny! We went to Breakfast with Great Grandma Algie, Papa Mike ( Brad's dad) Brad, Camryn and I!&lt;br /&gt;Now on Thursday we are getting ready to go to Cabo San Lucas, Mexico, and I am so excited. I have never been to Mexico. I am most excited to lay by the pool and eat the delicious fruit I keep hearing about! When I get home I will blog all about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-5062202816396206872?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/5062202816396206872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/04/april.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/5062202816396206872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/5062202816396206872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/04/april.html' title='April'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SeT61qcVEXI/AAAAAAAAAHM/1Y8kO6Cvsrc/s72-c/April+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-5438349600459527299</id><published>2009-03-20T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:05:59.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://stephaniewood31.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-tagged-25-things-about-me.html"&gt;I've Been Tagged - 25 Things About Me&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQcvOe5PNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9u7ohySl1V8/s1600-h/PIMG0125_1_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQcvOe5PNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9u7ohySl1V8/s320/PIMG0125_1_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315405057871133906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interesting&lt;/span&gt; person, but here I go anyways, I hope you enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.I love Icecream!! I could eat it every day if my waist line would allow it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I Love Love Love to be comfortable. When I get home I put my pj bottoms on, and take off my make up&lt;br /&gt;3.I have to best friends, Alicia and Cirsta. I have been friends with them FOREVER, Alica we became friends in Kindergarten, and Crista and I have literally been friends since pampers. No joke!&lt;br /&gt;4. I met my wonderful husband when I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;5. I love juicy cheese burgers, but they have to be plain, nothing on them, and then I dip it in fry sauce. It is truly AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;6. I love to read, but it is hard for me to find a good book.&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favorite color is Pink, but I am really starting to like Baby blue.&lt;br /&gt;9. One of my favorite movies is Bridges of Madison County&lt;br /&gt;10. I want to sky dive, I just hope I am brave enough to actually do it in my life time.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love to Travel. I want to see everything, and go Everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;12. I honestly cant swim! I doggie paddle, but my husband says that does not  count.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;14.I enjoy baking. Wish I were a little better at it, but it is still fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;15. I have a beautiful daughter who I love more than anything!&lt;br /&gt;16. I am going to Mexico in April.&lt;br /&gt;17. I love when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;18. I HATE popping knuckles. I literally gag when someone starts popping something. Knuckles,back, neck.. you name it. I FREAK!&lt;br /&gt;19. I want lots of MONEY$$&lt;br /&gt;20. I love Food!!&lt;br /&gt;21. I am not good at math.&lt;br /&gt;22.I never put the cap on the tooth paste, and it drives Brad Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;23. I worked at hot dog on a stick for 2 weeks in high school, but smashing the lemons was too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;24. When I was younger Alice and Wonderland use to scare me.&lt;br /&gt;25. My daughter makes me laugh every day!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who wants to take the time to tell me 25 things about themselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-5438349600459527299?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/5438349600459527299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-tagged-25-things-about-me-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/5438349600459527299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/5438349600459527299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-tagged-25-things-about-me-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQcvOe5PNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/9u7ohySl1V8/s72-c/PIMG0125_1_005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-2510459551990400888</id><published>2009-03-20T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:39:46.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Marco Island, Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQauVUDfhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0EGHxh2ZUO8/s1600-h/Jan-March+2009+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQZax5wEVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vztbb0mrirU/s320/Jan-March+2009+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315401408066883922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQZA-ZKOeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dsEwPBWcK10/s1600-h/Jan-March+2009+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQZA-ZKOeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dsEwPBWcK10/s320/Jan-March+2009+179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315400964743248354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQYylTuc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1XZmKsYoOY/s1600-h/Jan-March+2009+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQYylTuc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/A1XZmKsYoOY/s320/Jan-March+2009+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315400717491401554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Camryn and I  flew to Florida for my friends birthday. I was so excited, but also stressed and worried about how Camryn would do with flying on a air plane for the first time. So Wed morning last week we had to wake up, and get to the airport at 5:30am. Camryn was not at all happy about that, but once we got to the airport she seemed to do much better. Everything was easy up until we had to go through security. It freaked her out!! But we managed and got to our gate with hardly any problems. We boarded the plane, and Camryn was THRILLED!! It put a huge smile on my face to see all the excitment she had. Once we arrived in florida our trip was a lot of fun, However Karlie ( My friend's daughter) and Camryn fought all the time. I really believe that it was just the age difference Karlie is  2 and Camryn is 3 1/2. Also 3's are A LOT worse than 2's. Dont believe people when they say watch out for Terrible 2's. It is actually Terrible 3's.!!!&lt;br /&gt;We spent a couple days at the beach, and that was a lot of fun. Camryn loved seeing the Ocean, and I loved watching Camryn play in the sand, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Try &lt;/span&gt;and make sand castles. It was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and I had a great time. We went out to dinner with the girls to celebrate Alicia's birthday, and Alicia's mom got Alicia a limo for the night.               It was very memorable!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was happy when are trip was over and we got to go home, and sleep in our own beds. There truly is no place like home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Alicia thanks for having us!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-2510459551990400888?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/2510459551990400888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-trip-to-marco-island-florida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/2510459551990400888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/2510459551990400888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-trip-to-marco-island-florida.html' title='Our trip to Marco Island, Florida'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/ScQauVUDfhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0EGHxh2ZUO8/s72-c/Jan-March+2009+237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-3678962663163303892</id><published>2009-02-23T14:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:14:56.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfkVCM0bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NG2SNug2IvM/s1600-h/2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfkVCM0bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NG2SNug2IvM/s320/2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119494954701234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfdQt18TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mHDLypo_Kzc/s1600-h/2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfdQt18TI/AAAAAAAAAEo/mHDLypo_Kzc/s320/2009+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119373536489778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfUF6DTPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TbJcNTjPUDE/s1600-h/2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfUF6DTPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TbJcNTjPUDE/s320/2009+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306119216016084210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMeYJdM2LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQ_CMMqnwMA/s1600-h/2009+007.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/_CO86arHYURo/SaMeYJdM2LI/AAAAAAAAAEY/AQ_CMMqnwMA/s320/2009+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306118186176665778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend Camryn told Brad and I that she wanted to do a talent show, and invited us into her room   to preform for us. So we sit down, and she is all ready for the spot light. She had her Hannah Montana microphone that sings, " Best of both Worlds" when you hit the button. Before she begins she runs into her walk-in closet and says " You ready guys" and we reply "Yes" She runs out all preformance like with the song already playing and danced all around the room. Then Camryn decided she needed something else for her talent show, and put on her Bumble Bee costume from Halloween '08 and my huge red high heel shoes. It was adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards she interviewed daddy, and asked him questions about Sleepying Beauty and Peter Pan. ( Can you tell my daughter loves Disney movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; We love you so much Rynnie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-3678962663163303892?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/3678962663163303892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/talent-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/3678962663163303892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/3678962663163303892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/talent-show.html' title='Talent Show'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMfkVCM0bI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NG2SNug2IvM/s72-c/2009+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-9208452380132773779</id><published>2009-02-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:00:24.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies By Camryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMcZW_-0uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v0cRBkd2GqI/s1600-h/2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMcZW_-0uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v0cRBkd2GqI/s320/2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306116007968821986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMcSx9cqLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mSAm9EXHa6w/s1600-h/2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMcSx9cqLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/mSAm9EXHa6w/s320/2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306115894946867378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMaYUguraI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z-BFs7r3gO4/s1600-h/2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMaYUguraI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z-BFs7r3gO4/s320/2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306113791097744802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On Thursday night Camryn and I decided to make some Delicious &lt;/span&gt;Cookies, and Of course Camryn wanted to help mommy. She is such a cute little baker. Before we started she ran into her room and grabbed her apron, and had me put it on her right away. That is very important for any baker to have their apron.. :) The cookies turned out awesome, and I was so proud of my daughter. We should go into business, and call our company &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;" Cookies by Camryn"&lt;/span&gt;. What ya think??  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-9208452380132773779?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/9208452380132773779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookies-by-camryn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/9208452380132773779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/9208452380132773779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/cookies-by-camryn.html' title='Cookies By Camryn'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SaMcZW_-0uI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v0cRBkd2GqI/s72-c/2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-37642847460012229</id><published>2009-02-16T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:48:48.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SZozbA2_06I/AAAAAAAAADo/GDcJ-idt2lw/s1600-h/2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SZozbA2_06I/AAAAAAAAADo/GDcJ-idt2lw/s320/2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303608050362340258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crista and Baby Trenton! I love you two.. Wish we could have spent more time together, but You are just way too popular for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-37642847460012229?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/37642847460012229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/crista-and-baby-trenton-i-love-you-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/37642847460012229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/37642847460012229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/crista-and-baby-trenton-i-love-you-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SZozbA2_06I/AAAAAAAAADo/GDcJ-idt2lw/s72-c/2009+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-4689845583177514597</id><published>2009-02-16T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:46:15.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SZoxtJh1BaI/AAAAAAAAADg/vyxaC1ZScfg/s1600-h/2009+003.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/_CO86arHYURo/SZoxtJh1BaI/AAAAAAAAADg/vyxaC1ZScfg/s320/2009+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303606162903860642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Lake Havasu City, Arizona over the weekend, and had such a good time. We spent time with our Family, and my friend Crista. It was beautiful down there. I loved the weather. It was such a disapointment to come back to Salt Lake to crappy weather. I can't wait for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there we spent a lot of time doing absolutely nothing, eating, being lazy and being around ones we love. Crista's little boy Trenton, I call him " Baby Trenton" Is getting so big. He looks a lot bigger than a 3 mo. old. But I love him, and couldn't get enough kisses from him, although he was kinda grumpy when I got there. Crista had been eating a lot of spicy foods, and Poor Trenton was feeling it. :( Lay Off the Mexican food Crista.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Camryn of course was getting spoiled by Papa Mike, and when we got there at 3am Brad and I crashed, and were informed the next morning that Papa Mike gave Camryn a Twix at 3:30am, ( needless to say Camryn wasn't sleepy because she slept the whole 8 hr drive) Brad and I were thrilled the next morning when Camryn ratted papa out...&lt;br /&gt;While we were there it was Valentines day, and Brad gave me a beautiful Ring from Tiffany's I absolutely love it. It is just a silver band. I have wanted one forever. Thank you Brad. We spent the day down by the lake had a " picnic" Kinda.. we just grabbed food from In &amp;amp; Out Burger, and sat and people watched. People in Havasu can be very interesting. Lots of old people, and their dogs. But I had a very good Valentines day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-4689845583177514597?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/4689845583177514597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-went-down-to-lake-havasu-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/4689845583177514597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/4689845583177514597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-went-down-to-lake-havasu-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SZoxtJh1BaI/AAAAAAAAADg/vyxaC1ZScfg/s72-c/2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-3063646286167846899</id><published>2009-02-04T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:28:04.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet the couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;he.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Sitting in front of the TV, what's on the screen?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Flight of the conchords,Utah Jazz Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the office, and 30Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ranch Dressing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Spicy foods, he is such a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. You go out to a restaurant, what does he get to drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Pepsi, Brad is a Pepsi kinda guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Where did he go to high school?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Copperhills Class '01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What is one phrase he says all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Does'nt really have one! But always says " Late " when he hangs up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Old-school basketball jerseys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Grilled cheese with avacado on the side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What would this person eat everyday if he could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Roast beef, and mash potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Fruity pebbles,&amp;amp; cinnamon Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What would he never wear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;socks with sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Utah Jazz... Go Jazz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Who will he vote for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Neither. He wouldn't vote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Who is his best friend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. How many states has he lived in?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Utah and Arizona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Does he have any nervous habits?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;sweats a lot when nervous. and he fidgets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What could he spend hours doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Anything productive, loves to read, play with his daughter, golf,play video games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. He is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Smart, funny, wise, Grumpy, and my husband so that makes him very special&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;she.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Sitting in front of the TV, what's on the screen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Food Network, QVC, Girls next door, Big Love, Greys anatomy, the office.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does she get on her salad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ranch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. What's one food she doesn't like?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Tomatoes, GAG me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. You go out to a restaurant, what does she get to drink?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Where did she go to high school?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Jordan High School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. What is one phrase she says all the time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;" Touche " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. If she was to collect anything, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Purses, wallets, and Vintage strawberry shortcake items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. What is her favorite type of sandwich?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Turkey, but I have to have amazing bread. The bread is what makes the sandwich.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. What would this person eat everyday if she could?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What is her favorite cereal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; Doesnt eat cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. What would she never wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;the new 80's style...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. What does she always wear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;jeans and t-shirt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Who will she vote for?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Republican Party. My dad would be proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Who is her best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Brad, Alicia and Crista... DUH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. How many states has she lived in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt; One state, and one house for 20 yrs until I Married Bradley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Does she have any nervous habits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Nail biting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What could she spend hours doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt; Watch tv, talk to friends, read, play with my daughter, cook/bake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. She is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Loyal, sweet, friendly, kind, funny, trust worthy.. and of course Awesome, and humble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-3063646286167846899?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/3063646286167846899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-couple.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/3063646286167846899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/3063646286167846899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-couple.html' title='Meet the couple'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-7466895604186063568</id><published>2009-02-04T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T08:48:29.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Beautiful daughter Camryn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYnAFzAry2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lq1muEVLGWw/s1600-h/Katie+%26+Alicia+055.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/_CO86arHYURo/SYnAFzAry2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lq1muEVLGWw/s320/Katie+%26+Alicia+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298977642403056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is Camryn she loves Disney princesses especially Belle, and Sleeping Beauty, playing dress up, as you can see in the  photo above. She went into her room, and found everything and decided to put  on, and play that way. She needed accessories so went and found her bows one for her head another for a necklace and of course one for a braclet. I love her belly laugh, her beautiful blue eyes and " strawberry blond hair". She says that is isn't red, and if you say it is she will strongly disagree. Either way I love her red/strawberry blond hair. Someone once told me that red hair, and blue eyes are rare. I wouldn't know that! When I was pregnant I knew almost with 100% certainty that Camryn was going to be a girl. Brad and I were thrilled!! However, I wish Brad and I would have been able to be married a little longer than one month before finding out I was pregnant! :) But It worked out, and I couldn't be happier. I wouldn't change it for the world. Camryn loves her blanket blue, watching movies ( Disney), spongebob squarepants,apple juice, her pj's. Camryn has this Disney CD that has songs from movies on it, and she will listen to it nonstop if Brad and I would allow it, but after the 5th time listening to the same song we have had enough and have to change it, but she honestly knows every word in the song Belle sings, and it is absolutely adorable. Her cute little voice when she sings melts my heart. I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;She once came up to me, and said" You are the best mom in the whole sea" :) I would have to agree :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We are planning a trip to Florida in March, and Mexico in April so we went and got Camryn her first passport and she felt " So Big" the picture turned out great. She was so adult like just stood there like a good girl and took her picture. Brad and I were so proud. She is mainly excited to fly in the plane, but she informs me that it is going to be loud, but she is going to look out the window and look for dad when Her and I fly to Florida for my best friend Alicia's Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-7466895604186063568?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/7466895604186063568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beautiful-daughter-camryn.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/7466895604186063568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/7466895604186063568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-beautiful-daughter-camryn.html' title='My Beautiful daughter Camryn'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYnAFzAry2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Lq1muEVLGWw/s72-c/Katie+%26+Alicia+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1471385894065119087.post-6049434039337424344</id><published>2009-01-31T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:33:36.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a blog!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I finally decided to just go for it,and create a blog. I Figure I wont have much to talk about, and that has been whats keeping me from " taking the plunged" and going for it. However, I am Katie, and I am sure I can come up with lots of pointless things to talk about on here. I normally have lots of pointless questions and thoughts in my head that only Alicia can really relate to, but I am just going to put it all out there for the whole world to read.&lt;br /&gt;Now I love to people watch it can be really amusing at times. If you haven't ever done it i suggest that you do. Just sit down somewhere anywhere really. Brad really loves to people watch at the state fair you can find some of the most out there, crazy, most oblivious people... not to mention the Mullets. Brad will actually keep track of how many mullets he sees, and I am not taking little mullets I am taking Billy Ray Cyrus mullets back in the early 90's. Don't people realize that mullets are ridiculous,and the most hideous hair style out there. How can anyone honestly go into a hair stylist and say, " You know I think I am going to go with the mullet today?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; people! We are now in the 21st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;century.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing you might not no about me is my hate for popping knuckles, or popping of anything on the body. It FREAKS the crap out of me not to mention totally and completely disgusts me. I would rather go to the gynecologist then sit and listen to someone pop their knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing about me is I am awesome! Hands down the coolest girl I have ever met. I can hang out and drink like the guys, be sweet and innocent like a school girl and party like Paris Hilton... LOL not really!! I like to think that I am your normal 24 year old girl. I love my family and my friends they are so important to me. I have a beautiful daughter who is the love of my life. At times she can drive me nuts like the time she painted my husbands car with the pink pant that was left in the garage from when I painted her bedroom, and looked at Brad and I like " I just thought dad wanted a pink car" Then told us " I sorry" and still to this day brings up the day that she wanted dads car pink.  But promises she will never do that again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1471385894065119087-6049434039337424344?l=bkchudson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/feeds/6049434039337424344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/6049434039337424344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1471385894065119087/posts/default/6049434039337424344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bkchudson.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally-blog.html' title='Finally a blog!'/><author><name>Brad and Katie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03538912927042021147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CO86arHYURo/SYU1lrdV29I/AAAAAAAAABg/z9G2JVWrJoI/S220/DSCN0905_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
