<?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-7150699259752256235</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:04:38.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie + Blake = KAKE</title><subtitle type='html'>Take a peek to get a preview of the Fronk family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-5128993403728299183</id><published>2010-05-17T20:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:49:21.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know US</title><content type='html'>I am certain that the three people who even ever take a peek at our blog already know me and Blake pretty well, but I still wanted to put this fun survey about us in here. This way, you get to know ALL sorts of fun and random things about us, since I am sure everyone wants to know this kind of crap! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KATIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S_IEIXdQymI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xe5ok2FjSsg/s1600/Leatherby%27s+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472441038990789218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S_IEIXdQymI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xe5ok2FjSsg/s400/Leatherby%27s+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;CURRENT AGE:&lt;/strong&gt; 23 years, 5 months, 29 days, 1 hour, 56 minutes old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.&lt;strong&gt; WHAT SONG WOULD BE YOUR STRIP SONG?&lt;/strong&gt; I have two. 1st: 'Just a lil bit (by 50 cent). 2nd: Naughty Girl (by Beyonce). Heck Yeeeeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD BE A MIXTURE OF 2 ANIMALS, WHAT TWO WOULD YOU CHOOSE AND WHY? &lt;/strong&gt;A wolf (because I love Jacob Black) and an eagle (because then I could fly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD STAR IN ANY MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; New Moon of course! &lt;strong&gt;AND WHICH CHARACTER WOULD YOU HAVE BEEN? &lt;/strong&gt;Bella, because 1st: Kristin Stewart sucks! and 2nd: because then I would have gotten to touch Taylor Lautner's aaaaabs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;WHICH OF THESE JOBS WOULD YOU CHOOSE IF YOU HAD TO BE ONE? A) COLON-HYDROTHERAPIST. B) MORTICIAN. C) ARMPIT SNIFFER.&lt;/strong&gt; I would have to go with A...and the reason why is because a mortician would be too depressing and it would scare me. (I've always had a fear that a dead person will all of a sudden grab me while I am looking at them in the coffin), and smelling armpits would make me vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD CREATE THE 100TH COLOR IN THE CRAYOLA CRAYON BOX, WHAT COLOR WOULD IT BE AND WHAT WOULD YOU NAME IT?&lt;/strong&gt; It would be awwwesome and everyone would love it! It would be a mixture of like greens, pinks, and pearls in a glittery sense (like the inside of a shell!) I would call it: Iridescent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW RIGHT NOW AND SAW A NAKED MAN, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/strong&gt; I probably think to myself "what the eff?!?". Then I would open my window and throw things at him. Not money though... I mean I wouldn't want him to think that I was enjoying it or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS GOING TO HAPPEN ON DECEMBER 21ST, 2010?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh man...I don't even know where to start! I know that a huge solar flare is going to hit the earth most likely, but I will have a 7 minute head start warning so i will be able to take my family down in the bomb shelter that I will have built in my backyard down there for that portion of the day. Then the planets will align so the magnetic polar issues will cause some huge catastrophic mother nature craziness which will be scary. I don't think the world will end though.. (not yet at least). I have to walk to Missouri first. :) hahaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER DO? A) HAVE TO GIVE A FULL BODY MASSAGE TO AN OBESE ACNE-COVERED HAIRY MAN OR B) DRINK A FULL CUP OF YOUR FATHER'S URINE. &lt;/strong&gt;These are both horrible, but I would probably rather do the massage and just wear gloves the guy's acne pustules ruptured...ew sick. I would just close my eyes and pretend I was playing with some play-doh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD RENAME YOURSELF, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; Princess Consuela Banana-Hammock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE GIRL NAME?&lt;/strong&gt; I can't tell you my favorite because that is what I want to name my first daughter, and I don't want anyone to steal it. So let's go with: Laqueesha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE BOY NAME?&lt;/strong&gt; Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR FIRST CHILD IS GOING TO LOOK LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt; Well..if it looks like Blake, then it will be dang cute. If it looks like me.... then shoot. Probably pretty dang ugly. Fat and no neck with beady little eyes. Egch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/strong&gt; Cleaning your ears out with Q-Tips. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;/strong&gt; Payless shoe store (and no I am not kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;16&lt;strong&gt;. IF YOU COULD GET ANY TATTOO..WHERE WOULD YOU GET IT? AND WHAT WOULD IT BE OF?&lt;/strong&gt; I would get Blake's pretty little face tattooed on my BUTT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;CREATE A COOL NAME SENTENCE WITH THE LETTERS OF YOUR NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;atie &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sked &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mmediately &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;vacuate&lt;br /&gt;18.&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK CHARACTER? WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; Edward freakin Cullen...because I love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD TEACH ANY SUBJECT IN SCHOOL, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; Sex Ed. I'd be good at that..... NOT! hahah :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SLURPEE FLAVOR?&lt;/strong&gt; Mmmmm. Mountain Dew mixed with Coca-Cola. Sooo good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;21.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME TO TELL SOMETHING TO SOMEBODY THAT YOU REGRET NOT SAYING TO THEM, WHAT WOULD YOU SAY?&lt;/strong&gt; I would go back to highschool and tell that stupid kid that called me Afro-Girl in middle school (who by the way turned out insanely ugly) "Hey ginger kid! You called me Afro Girl in middle school and that hurt my feelings! Well look at me now and look at who turned out to be the fugly one! YOU!" :) yeah... that would show him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE FLYING ON A PLANE OVER THE OCEAN AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THE PLANE STARTED CRASHING, HOW DO YOU THINK YOU WOULD REACT?&lt;/strong&gt; I would stand up, slap the screaming woman next to me and yell "pull it together damn it!", then hurry and eat some peanuts for my last dying meal, and then start singing Amazing Grace to the other person next to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT SONGS DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;/strong&gt; The Batman Theme..... and Elaborate Lives from Aida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;24.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU ARE BAD AT THAT YOU WISH YOU WERE GOOD AT?&lt;/strong&gt; Dancing sexy.... instead of like a Mormon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;25.&lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU KISSED?&lt;/strong&gt; Well... technically 4, but two of them were pretty much dares and the third was a booty call. So---yeah, really I have only kissed Blake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;TELL US WHICH KISS WAS YOUR FAVORITE AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; There was one where Blake and I were still newly dating and we went outside and it was snowing these huge flakes and it was quiet and romantic, and Blake leaned in and kissed me very softly but it was so intense! It was great. It made my stomach flip flop and the butterflies started whirling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST AWKWARD MOMENT WITH YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND?&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, this isn't mine, but it was mine and Blake's first awkward farting moment together. So for my very first Davinci work party we went to this fancy schmancy Italian restaurant and I took Blake as my date. We had been dating for months, but we still weren't in the 'comfortable, not afraid to show you everything' stage. Well the party was pretty long and the food was super rich, so when we finally left, Blake opened the car door for me then slowly walked to his side and got in. When he started the car, immediately there was this HORRIBLE stench and I was like "ohhh. Oh my gosh! What IS that??? It's awful!" I started sniffing the car, the vents, even myself and I just couldn't figure it out. My face was so digusted and I just kept saying things like "freak! It smells like something died!" And Blake was just like, "Man....um. I dont' know..." Well...... an entire year later Blake &lt;em&gt;Finally&lt;/em&gt; admitted that the smell that night was him!!! He had let out a bunch of farts when he was walking around to his door because he had 'date gas' and I guess a little bit followed him back in to the car. He was too embarrassed to say anything because of all the things I was saying, so he just acted like he didn't know what it was. HAHAH so funnY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU PURCHASED?&lt;/strong&gt; A parking ticket to get into the Bee's game. 6 Freakin bucks! lame sauce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;CELEBRITY CRUSH (BOY &amp;amp; GIRL):&lt;/strong&gt; Boy = Taylor Lautner fo sho! Love him even though I am practically a pedophile. :) hhaa. Girl = Charlize Theron probably&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;YOUR WORST HABIT?&lt;/strong&gt; OH man, I have so many! My worst two are A) Popping my freakin bones like crazy bad (I am going to be one hunched over old lady with sever arthritis) and B) Picking the skin around my fingernails. AH! It's so terrible! I can't stop.... my hands are &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. WHAT DO YOU THINK THESE LETTERS STAND FOR? M.A.L.D.E.T.: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;an! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;llen &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;icked &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ora &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;leven &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;t&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;imes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;31. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAD TO HAVE A NAME THAT WAS TYPICALLY A NAME FOR THE OPPOSITE SEX, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; I wouldn't want the same old that everyone has. So maybe like Kristian or Maurice (but spelled Marisse).. ya know-- Unique!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE FIRST THING THE OPPOSITE SEX NOTICES ABOUT YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably my gross muffin-top love handles that hang over my pants!! Sick nasty....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;33. &lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE TO LICK THE ENTIRE SURFACE OF YOUR FOOT OR THE ENTIRE SURFACE OF YOUR BUTT CHEEK?&lt;/strong&gt; Ya know, this one is a tough one, and I bet most people would choose their foot...but I honestly think I would choose my butt cheek. My reason being: it's just the butt cheek portion, not my butt crack. Plus my butt is pretty dang clean and it's inside, safely covered, in my pants all day. On the other hand, my foot is in my dirty shoe where they sweat all day or I'm barefoot walking around on who knows what. Yeah.. i think my butt cheek is the safer bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU THINK THE WORST WAY TO DIE WOULD BE?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh---definitely being hung up on some kind of hook or something and then having some crazy person slowly peel off your skin... like they grab a hang nail, and they just keep pulling it, and the chunk gets bigger and bigger. Then they pour acid on your freshly peeled skin, and then right before you are pretty much dead, they light you on fire!!!!!! That would be soooo painful. Good think the likelihood of this ever happening is very small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESS WHEN IT COMES TO SHOPPING (YOU CAN'T HELP BUT BUY IT EVERY TIME?)&lt;/strong&gt; Rice-A-Roni, Broccoli Au Grautin flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAMILY TRADITION?&lt;/strong&gt; Hannukah...we totally aren't Jewish, and don't celebrate it religiously, but it's just for fun because my dad is a freak and thinks the Jewish culture is awesome. We eat Jewish foods (for the most part) and turn all the lights out and light the menorah. We always play dreidle and my dad tells us the story of the passover and he usually throws in some Jewish new words he wants to teach us. It's pretty dang fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;37.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT REALITY TV SHOW WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; America's Next Top Model!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeeeeah! I will never get to be though because my eyebrows are not thick enough, I wasn't raped as a child, and supposedly a size 7 is too large and in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;38.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LIKE SUSHI, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ROLL?&lt;/strong&gt; LOOOOVE love love Sushi! And The Las Vegas Roll Rules!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;39.&lt;strong&gt;TELL US ABOUT ONE OF YOUR RECENT DREAMS THAT YOU REMEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt; I dreamt that a bunch of my friends and co-workers were about to play a game of football. And Jim from the office was one of the team captains and he was choosing his first pick and he picked me! And I went over to him and I was soooo excited because he chose me over Pam. He gave me a big hug and I was all giddy because I liked him so much. hahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU A HOME-ROW TYPER OR A TAP-TAP TYPER?&lt;/strong&gt; Home Row Baby! It makes me a speed demon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR ULTIMATE SANDWICH:&lt;/strong&gt; I like honey white bread from Village Baker. Turkey, Cheddar Cheese, Olives, a teeny bit of lettuce, and sun dried tomatoes with pesto spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS A GAME THAT YOU AND YOUR FAMILY/FRIENDS INVENTED THAT YOU STILL PLAY?&lt;/strong&gt; Snail! Out on like your driveway you get chalk and draw like a curly windy puzzle/path with little squares that are just big enough for one foot. THen you have to hop through the maze on one foot without stepping on any of the lines. If you step on a line, you mark that square with your initials and your turn is over. On your next turn you can't even jump in that square so you have to hop over it!!! Whoever makes it through the whole maze first wins! It's super fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;43. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE AND LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF ACCENT?&lt;/strong&gt; Favorite = Australian, British, or South African :) mmmmm Least Favorite = Southern. Ew. They sound sooo stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE ON FEAR FACTOR, WHAT THREE EVENTS WOULD BE THE WORST ONES THEY COULD CHOOSE FOR YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; 1) Making me eat anything disgusting... I have a wussy stomach 2) Locking me in a box with any kind of horrible bugs 3) Hanging me upside down in water to see how long I could hold my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;45. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAD TO EAT ONE OF YOUR BODY PARTS (THE WHOLE THING) WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO EAT?&lt;/strong&gt; Ha! My eyelash! I am so smart. hee hee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;46. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD YOUR REACTION BE?&lt;/strong&gt; I would probably go through stages: 1st) Anger - I would be swearing up a storm, blaming Blake, and breaking dishes. 2nd) Denial - take a million pee stick tests over and over. 3rd) Depression - cry and cry and stay over at my moms. 4th) Acceptance - I would be ok and happy with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT LAST NAME DO YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN WHEN YOU GOT MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; No offense Blake... but it would not have been Fronk for dang sure! Maybe Couric---and then I would have gone around faking people out telling them I was Katie Couric...and they would believe me...and it would be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;48.&lt;strong&gt;WHICH DISNEY PRINCESS WOULD YOU BE AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; Meg from Hercules! She is brunette, spunky, and sassy and has square hips! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;49. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT CELEBRITY DO YOU THINK YOU LOOK MOST LIKE (BOY AND GIRL?):&lt;/strong&gt; Well according to that celebrity look-a-like calculator thingy majig, I look like: Lacey Chabert &amp;amp; Sophia Bush ?? Oh, and Christian Slater for the guy?? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;50.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WORDS ON THE KEYBOARD DO YOU HAVE THE HARDEST TIME TYPING?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De-escalate &lt;---dang you!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;51. &lt;strong&gt;WHICH WOULD YOU HATE MOST? A) WAKING UP LOCKED IN A COFFIN WITH A DEAD PERSON BURIED UNDERGROUND. B) WAKING UP NAKED TIED TO A BED WITH DUCT TAPE OVER YOUR MOUTH WITH A STRANGER LICKING YOU. C) WAKING UP REALIZING YOU HAD GOTTEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT AND WERE A COMPLETE VEGETABLE ON THE OUTSIDE (COULDN'T MOVE OR TALK), BUT YOUR BRAIN WAS STILL PROPERLY FUNCTIONING. D) WAKING UP TO FIND YOU WERE COMPLETELY MUTE (NO SPEECH, HEARING, OR SIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;): These are all really horrible, but I would think 'A' would be the worst. I mean, how do you get out of that? You basically are screwed and would die a slow and lonely death already in your coffin. Sad face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;52&lt;strong&gt;. IF YOU WERE IN A SITUATION WHERE AN EVIL GUY WAS HOLDING YOUR FAMILY HOSTAGE AND HE SAID YOU HAD TO CHOOSE ONE PERSON TO SAVE OR ELSE HE WOULD KILL ALL OF THEM (AND YOU CAN'T CHOOSE YOURSELF), WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; That would be so awful.... but I would choose Blake of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK THE M'S STAND FOR IN M&amp;amp;M?&lt;/strong&gt; Melted Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DREAM COME TRUE?&lt;/strong&gt; Yes! When I was young, I dreamt that this hotel was in the field behind my house and it was on fire and my friends and I ran to it and the police were pulling out this frantic woman screaming "my baby! my baby!!". And like the next week that same hotel burned down!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF ALCOHOL?&lt;/strong&gt; Well since I am not a drinker.. I would have to say Rubbing Alcohol. It's great for infections and sanitizing all sorts of things! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT ONE WORD THAT STARTS WITH THE LETTER OF YOUR FIRST NAME BEST DESCRIBES YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; Kooky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLAKE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S_Snc-9rnwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MjXKhy1OQJM/s1600/P6010210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473183563541880578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S_Snc-9rnwI/AAAAAAAAAJI/MjXKhy1OQJM/s400/P6010210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR CURRENT AGE?&lt;/strong&gt; 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT SONG WOULD BE YOUR STRIP SONG?&lt;/strong&gt; 50 Cent - Candy Shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD BE A MIXTURE OF TWO ANIMALS, WHICH TWO WOULD YOU CHOOSE AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; A wolf and an eagle, because wolves are good predators and can run fast and an eagle flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE STARRED IN ANY MOVIE, WHAT WOULD IT HAVE BEEN?&lt;/strong&gt; Gladiator. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT CHARACTER WOULD YOU HAVE BEEN?&lt;/strong&gt; Marcus Arellius&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt;WHICH OF THESE JOBS WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO DO IF YOU HAD TO DO ONE? A) MORTICIAN. B) COLON HYDROTHERAPIST. C) ARMPIT SNIFFER.&lt;/strong&gt; Colon Hydrotherapist. There is no smell, you just clean em' out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD CREATE THE 100TH COLOR IN THE CRAYOLA CRAYON BOX, WHAT COLOR WOULD IT BE AND WHAT WOULD YOU CALL IT?&lt;/strong&gt; A mixture of all the blues and call it Deep Ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW RIGHT NOW AND SAW A NAKED MAN, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/strong&gt; Run outside and beat him up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IS GOING TO HAPPEN ON DECEMBER 21ST, 2012?&lt;/strong&gt; It's just going to be a regular day and I am going to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU RATHER DO? HAVE TO GIVE A FULL BODY MASSAGE TO AN OBESE ACNE COVERED HAIRY MAN OR DRINK A FULL CUP OF YOUR FATHER'S URINE?&lt;/strong&gt; Urine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10&lt;strong&gt;.IF YOU COULD RENAME YOURSELF, WHICH NAME WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; Blake. I don't want to rename myself. I like my name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE GIRL NAME?&lt;/strong&gt; Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE BOY NAME?&lt;/strong&gt; Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR NEXT CHILD IS GOING TO LOOK LIKE?&lt;/strong&gt; Like me and Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD?&lt;/strong&gt; Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SMELL?&lt;/strong&gt; Lucky Girl Perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD GET ANY TATTOO..WHERE WOULD YOU GET IT? WHAT WOULD IT BE OF?&lt;/strong&gt; Some kind of band on my bicep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;CREATE A COOL NAME SENTENCE WITH YOUR NAME&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;lake &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;icked &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll &lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;atie's &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;ars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18.&lt;strong&gt;WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE BOOK CHARACTER? WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD TEACH ANY SUBJECT IN SCHOOL, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; Phys Ed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20.&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE SLURPEE FLAVOR?&lt;/strong&gt; Mt. Dew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME AND SAY SOMETHING THAT YOU REGRET NOT SAYING TO SOMEONE..WHO WOULD THAT PERSON BE AND WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO THEM?&lt;/strong&gt; Go back in time and tell my mom I love her more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE ON A PLANE FLYING OVER THE OCEAN AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THE PLANE STARTED CRASHING, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;/strong&gt; Probably start praying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT SONGS DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;/strong&gt; The National Anthem and Josh Groban 'You Raise Me Up'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU ARE BAD AT THAT YOU WISH YOU WERE GOOD AT?&lt;/strong&gt; Typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25.&lt;strong&gt;HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU KISSED?&lt;/strong&gt; 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26.&lt;strong&gt;TELL US WHICH KISS WAS YOUR FAVORITE AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; When I kissed Katie in the snow becuase it was romantic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST AWKWARD FARTING MOMENT WITH ONE OF YOUR FIRST GIRLFRIENDS?&lt;/strong&gt; I was on a date with Emily Crook and I jumped off the porch and when I hit the ground a loud disgusting fart came out....it was embarrassing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU PURCHASED?&lt;/strong&gt; Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29.&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRITY CRUSH (BOY AND GIRL)?&lt;/strong&gt; Boy - Vin Diesel. Girl - Jessica Alba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30.&lt;strong&gt;YOUR WORST HABIT?&lt;/strong&gt; Picking my toenails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK THESE LETTERS STAND FOR? M.A.L.D.E.T&lt;/strong&gt;: MALfunctioning DETour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAD TO HAVE A NAME THAT IS TYPICALLY A NAME FOR THE OPPOSITE SEX, WHAT NAME WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE FIRST THING THE OPPOSITE SEX NOTICES ABOUT YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; My smile and eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34.&lt;strong&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER HAVE TO LICK THE ENTIRE SURFACE OF YOUR FOOT OR YOUR BUTT CHEEK?&lt;/strong&gt; My Foot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35.&lt;strong&gt;HOW DO YOU THINK THE WORST WAY TO DIE WOULD BE?&lt;/strong&gt; Drowning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR WEAKNESS WHEN IT COMES TO SHOPPING? (YOU CAN'T HELP BUT BUY IT EVERY TIME?)&lt;/strong&gt; Hunting Videos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FAMILY TRADITION?&lt;/strong&gt; Going camping at Arches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT REALITY TV SHOW WOULD YOU WANT TO GO ON AND WHY?&lt;/strong&gt; Survivor because I would rock at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LIKE SUSHI, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ROLL?&lt;/strong&gt; Mango Extreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40.&lt;strong&gt;TELL US ABOUT ONE OF YOUR DREAMS THAT YOU RECENTLY HAD?&lt;/strong&gt; I had a dream about getting in a fight with some customers about what color of carpet they picked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41.&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU A HOME-ROW TYPER OR A TAP-TAP TYPER?&lt;/strong&gt; Tap Tap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42.&lt;strong&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR ULTIMATE SANDWICH&lt;/strong&gt;: Quizno's Prime RIb Steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS A GAME THAT YOU AND YOUR FAMILY/FRIENDS INVENTED WHE YOU WERE YOUNG?&lt;/strong&gt; Commando's. You tackle each other to get the socks out of your back pockets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE &amp;amp; LEAST FAVORITE TYPE OF ACCENT?&lt;/strong&gt; Fav - Australian. Least Fav - Mexican&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE ON THE SHOW FEAR FACTOR, WHAT THREE EVENTS WOULD BE THE WORST ONES THEY COULD CHOOSE FOR YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; 1) hanging upside down in water. 2)Eating Bull testicles 3)getting locked in a really small space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAD TO EAT ONE OF YOUR BODY PARTS, WHAT WOULD YOU CHOOSE?&lt;/strong&gt; Fingernail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47.&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU FOUND OUT YOU WERE PREGNANT RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD YOUR REACTION BE?&lt;/strong&gt; What the hell??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT LAST NAME DO YOU WISH YOU COULD HAVE GOTTEN WHEN YOU GOT MARRIED?&lt;/strong&gt; I dont care..I dont think about crap like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49.&lt;strong&gt;WHICH DISNEY PRINCE WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO BE?&lt;/strong&gt; Hercules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT CELEBRITY DO YOU THINK YOU LOOK THE MOST LIKE (BOY &amp;amp; GIRL?)&lt;/strong&gt; Joshua Jackson from Fringe. No Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51.&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WORD DO YOU HAVE THE HARDEST TIME TYPING ON THE KEYBOARD?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52.&lt;strong&gt;WHICH WOULD YOU HATE THE MOST? A)WAKING UP LOCKED IN A COFFIN WITH A DEAD PERSON BURIED UNDER THE GROUND. B)WAKING UP NAKED TIED TO BED WITH DUCT TAPE OVER YOUR MOUTH WITH A CREEPY STRANGER LICKING YOU. C)WAKING UP REALIZING YOU HAD GOTTEN IN AN ACCIDENT AND WERE A COMPLETE VEGETABLE ON THE OUTSIDE BUT YOUR MIND STILL WORKED PERFECTLY. D)WAKING UP REALIZING YOU HAD LOST YOUR SIGHT, SPEECH, AND HEARING AND WERE COMPLETELY MUTE?&lt;/strong&gt; Being a vegetable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WERE IN A SITUATION WHERE AN EVIL MAN WAS HOLDING YOUR FAMILY HOSTAGE AND HE SAID YOU HAD TO CHOOSE ONE PERSON TO SAVE OR HE WOULD KILL ALL OF THEM, WHO WOULD YOU CHOOSE (can't be you)?&lt;/strong&gt; Katie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK THE M'S IN M&amp;amp;M STAND FOR?&lt;/strong&gt; Milky Melting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. &lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DREAM THAT CAME TRUE?&lt;/strong&gt; yes! I had a dream that Celeste Brown brought us CHinese food. And the next night she brought us CHinese food. So incredibly random.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE KIND OF ALCOHOL?&lt;/strong&gt; I dont drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT ONE WORD THAT STARTS WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR NAME BEST DESCRIBES YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; BAM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-5128993403728299183?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/5128993403728299183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-to-know-us.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/5128993403728299183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/5128993403728299183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-to-know-us.html' title='Getting To Know US'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S_IEIXdQymI/AAAAAAAAAJA/xe5ok2FjSsg/s72-c/Leatherby%27s+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-591235682560802410</id><published>2010-05-10T20:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T20:32:42.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Me and Two Fatties!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;OUR WEEKEND WAS FULL OF PARTIES AND FUN AND A LITTLE BIT OF FAT FACES. WE GOT A LITTLE CAMERA HAPPY. I THINK IT'S SAFE TO SAY THAT WE ARE NOT VERY PHOTOGENIC PEOPLE AND ARE ONLY GOOD AT MAKING NASTY CLOSE-UP SHOTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TAKE A LOOK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_zOWKQjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DXtqtqm46Ds/s1600/blake+smash+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469832634186744370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_zOWKQjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DXtqtqm46Ds/s400/blake+smash+face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake: The No-Neck Fatty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_Mv1MOMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0QV92TCHT5c/s1600/2+fatty%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469831973160368322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_Mv1MOMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/0QV92TCHT5c/s400/2+fatty%27s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie &amp;amp; Jenny: Two Happy Fatties &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(wow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_EMNOc9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8zcLkwBUsdM/s1600/double+chin+babes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469831826158547922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_EMNOc9I/AAAAAAAAAIc/8zcLkwBUsdM/s400/double+chin+babes.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie &amp;amp; Jenny Take Two: Beware of the Double Chins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-1ss6twI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ch7AeZ2Rxkc/s1600/ugly+trio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469831577183368962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-1ss6twI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ch7AeZ2Rxkc/s400/ugly+trio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake: The Handicapped Fatty. Katie: Fatty with Huge Gums. Jenny: Vomiting Fatty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469831272385105138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-j9PWTPI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fyc5wZAc9Ps/s400/drunk+john.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John: Fatty McFatty :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-VctrPtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wGfK2wNSgJ0/s1600/ugly+kate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469831023135768274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-VctrPtI/AAAAAAAAAIE/wGfK2wNSgJ0/s400/ugly+kate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katie: Crosseyed Huge Double Chin Fatty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-G6-N77I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bWn0T7CIRo/s1600/ugly+blake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469830773560176562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i-G6-N77I/AAAAAAAAAH8/-bWn0T7CIRo/s400/ugly+blake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blake: The Popeye the Sailor Man Fatty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i90D4YIiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tLhnFyKYNPI/s1600/jenny+smash+face.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469830449534083618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i90D4YIiI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tLhnFyKYNPI/s400/jenny+smash+face.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny: Smash Face Fatty&lt;/strong&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-591235682560802410?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/591235682560802410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-me-and-two-fatties.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/591235682560802410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/591235682560802410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-me-and-two-fatties.html' title='&quot;Just Me and Two Fatties!!&quot;'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S-i_zOWKQjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/DXtqtqm46Ds/s72-c/blake+smash+face.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4734673965934949123</id><published>2010-05-02T18:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T18:27:15.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that we have not blogged since Halloween but it wasn't our fault! Blogger wouldn't let me log in for a really long time since they changed things around. No worries though, we are back and we will start blogging again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Trip to Moab with Mom and Cousin Sis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moab in February? Ehhhh... it's a little too early.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830171816617106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94VE6aEZJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0yWWmQC-KOI/s400/067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the Hill of Death. It doesn't look that steep in the picture, but oh my goodness, it's insanity!! Me, being the fat girl that I am, pretty much had a heart attack trying to climb up this monster.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466830290976170642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94VL2T64pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FLyxRpXNWGE/s400/072.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is us at the 'really cool' visitor center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466829922948223218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94U2bTOEPI/AAAAAAAAAHc/nEXMZmfg-os/s400/069.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ummm... there really isn't a lot to do in Moab, if you can't tell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94TpMTt2SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MDZnIS47fWk/s1600/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466828596073847074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94TpMTt2SI/AAAAAAAAAHU/MDZnIS47fWk/s400/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-4734673965934949123?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4734673965934949123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4734673965934949123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4734673965934949123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-back.html' title='We Are Back!!!'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/S94VE6aEZJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/0yWWmQC-KOI/s72-c/067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-6951896390556177302</id><published>2009-11-04T18:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:13:44.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIl6QtKM4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GN9wvbFjFlw/s1600-h/SANY0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Halloween has got to be one of the greatest holidays of all time. It's the one day of the year &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;where you can dress up as whoever or whatever you want, and on one can say anything! It's&lt;/span&gt; great. I'm a huge fan of this holiday, and this year Blake and I threw a Haloween Bash, which &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ended up being a ton of fun. Lots of friends stopped by and I cooked up some great spooky&lt;/span&gt; themed treats. Everyone participated and came dressed in fun costumes. I am sad it's over, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;there is always next year. I posted my favs below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400420586017665922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIl6QtKM4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GN9wvbFjFlw/s400/SANY0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what I dressed up as for work..... me, being a freak as per usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlwE-GeRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GrBXmZpVlho/s1600-h/SANY0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400420411068807442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlwE-GeRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GrBXmZpVlho/s400/SANY0177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Ryan, Ryan.... you gotta love him. He dressed up in a 24-month-year-old's costume while his wife stood shamefully by his side. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlmq2LNFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UBrcqZDnUm0/s1600-h/SANY0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400420249437418578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlmq2LNFI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UBrcqZDnUm0/s400/SANY0174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Linnea and Jeff being oh-so-cute as usual. These two are always so clever with their costumes. Linnea MADE that wolf costume! She is so talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlcJIENOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AnulHhy1ljI/s1600-h/SANY0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400420068586960098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIlcJIENOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/AnulHhy1ljI/s400/SANY0176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow. I look incredible in this picture. We are the cutest couple of all!!! :) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIk-c-94YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gbiY_cCxru0/s1600-h/SANY0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400419558521430402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIk-c-94YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/gbiY_cCxru0/s400/SANY0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blake and I dressed up as NERDS. I think we nailed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-6951896390556177302?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/6951896390556177302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6951896390556177302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6951896390556177302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SvIl6QtKM4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GN9wvbFjFlw/s72-c/SANY0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-6880005323391830827</id><published>2009-10-21T20:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:22:48.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Wedding Fun</title><content type='html'>Getting married was so much fun.....but tiring! Oh how I wish I could go back and relive it all. To be quite honest, I don't even remember very much of the reception. It all went by so quickly and is such a blur to me!! It's crazy. I kind of wish I could have been there in line talking to everyone, but also been able to walk around and mingle a bit more. It truly was a perfect day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_PJ27rf0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_b4LaYgLo1o/s1600-h/DSC_4437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395258646884745026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_PJ27rf0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_b4LaYgLo1o/s400/DSC_4437.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alllll of us girls and my man. I was so grateful they all came. I love our group of friends so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_O1_wkivI/AAAAAAAAAGc/p7wQAS6KoFw/s1600-h/DSC_4415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395258305656687346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_O1_wkivI/AAAAAAAAAGc/p7wQAS6KoFw/s400/DSC_4415.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_OU5VjueI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lk69nlxyszE/s1600-h/DSC_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395257736997091810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_OU5VjueI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lk69nlxyszE/s400/DSC_4196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395257165224241970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_NznUSazI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XShm_8Nj3-U/s400/DSC_4195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture so much. I think it's a really cool shot, plus the way Blake placed his arms around me make my waist look tiny!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_NDMwjEWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_JDDlE0SShA/s1600-h/DSC_4051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395256333461295458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_NDMwjEWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/_JDDlE0SShA/s400/DSC_4051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and his gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_MtI2ztsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rUkKXNLuCc8/s1600-h/DSC_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395255954456688322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_MtI2ztsI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rUkKXNLuCc8/s400/DSC_3998.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the my ladies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_KRtzJ6eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8pInly7Tc9E/s1600-h/DSC_3991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395253284313885154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_KRtzJ6eI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8pInly7Tc9E/s400/DSC_3991.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The padres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_JrUgpBGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SMCYVP14-1U/s1600-h/DSC_3962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395252624690316386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_JrUgpBGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SMCYVP14-1U/s400/DSC_3962.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-6880005323391830827?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/6880005323391830827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-wedding-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6880005323391830827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6880005323391830827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-wedding-fun.html' title='More Wedding Fun'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St_PJ27rf0I/AAAAAAAAAGk/_b4LaYgLo1o/s72-c/DSC_4437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-9204491239709137876</id><published>2009-10-20T14:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:42:25.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St4gfeg4ebI/AAAAAAAAAFc/psMRkoSj338/s1600-h/Ugly+dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Apparently when you Google 'Ugly Asian Kid', you get this.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394785128775449010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St4gfeg4ebI/AAAAAAAAAFc/psMRkoSj338/s400/Ugly+dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WTF???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-9204491239709137876?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/9204491239709137876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/apparently-when-you-google-ugly-asian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/9204491239709137876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/9204491239709137876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/apparently-when-you-google-ugly-asian.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/St4gfeg4ebI/AAAAAAAAAFc/psMRkoSj338/s72-c/Ugly+dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-512237591664201208</id><published>2009-10-16T13:07:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:24:18.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAM BUILDING PARTY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My work each month has a fun little get together party to get people to mingle a bit more. Last night we went Bowling at Fat Cats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is me with a balloon! I'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEyd8LMtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zvHexvdWVQ8/s1600-h/KT+balloon.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393276925085692626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEyd8LMtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zvHexvdWVQ8/s400/KT+balloon.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is Christie and our friend Laura, she is on of my lesbian friends. She is a hoot and a cutie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEu51K4QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CUuHk13dIOE/s1600-h/Cj+and+Laura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393276863853027586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEu51K4QI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CUuHk13dIOE/s400/Cj+and+Laura.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is me being weird with my scarfy thing after I bowled. Tacy randomly snapped this shot of me. My lesbian friend above thinks I look so pretty in this picture and I have no idea why. I mean, really?? Personally I think I look like a super happy crazed deer stuck in the head lights. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEqdT82tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qCO5nT45gsE/s1600-h/KT+model+walk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393276787478026962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEqdT82tI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qCO5nT45gsE/s400/KT+model+walk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This picture grosses me out... This is Christie with our boss, Martin. I don't like this picture at all. Please notice Christie's fake wedding ring she is wearing.  She is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEmC1VJfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EPtWhi8eG6g/s1600-h/CJ+and+Martin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393276711650797042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEmC1VJfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/EPtWhi8eG6g/s400/CJ+and+Martin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-512237591664201208?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/512237591664201208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-building-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/512237591664201208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/512237591664201208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/team-building-party.html' title='TEAM BUILDING PARTY!'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StjEyd8LMtI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zvHexvdWVQ8/s72-c/KT+balloon.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-2011243771747058598</id><published>2009-10-16T10:02:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:10:07.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Day Out</title><content type='html'>Christie, my Mom, and I had a Girl's Day Out a few weekends ago. We stopped by Gardner Village, which was all decked out for Halloween. Christie bought some cute knick-knacks, and we got some samples of fudge! (that's really the only reason I go to Garnder Village, because they really are over priced... but their fudge is dang good! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZh549yXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DtIjS_kR0cQ/s1600-h/Witch+Piano.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229361530653042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZh549yXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DtIjS_kR0cQ/s400/Witch+Piano.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am playing the piano with a cute stuffed witch.. oh so posey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZejsaWbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y0cezSYp9IY/s1600-h/Garnder+Village+pond.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229304032811442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZejsaWbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Y0cezSYp9IY/s400/Garnder+Village+pond.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are in front of the pond...  look at the cool flying witch in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZZoOE1wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cR4m1n0D7u0/s1600-h/Witch+Bench.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229219348403970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZZoOE1wI/AAAAAAAAAEk/cR4m1n0D7u0/s400/Witch+Bench.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we areposing with another stuffed witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZWdHX1_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/er3dcEnMYp8/s1600-h/Gardner+Village+lady.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229164827891698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZWdHX1_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/er3dcEnMYp8/s400/Gardner+Village+lady.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So funny story. Christie kept putting her camera on a fence post by the pondso that we could all be in the picture togther... well we took this picture, and as you can see Christie had to crop some stupid lady who had walked in front of the camera out of the picture.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZSy4qS0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RtllF5dQz6U/s1600-h/Garnder+Village+little+girl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393229101952289602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZSy4qS0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/RtllF5dQz6U/s400/Garnder+Village+little+girl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried again, but  as you can see-- this time a little child got in the way of the picture, and Christie again had to try to crop her out the best she could.... (She was so dang close to the camera.. I was so worried she was going to knock it into the pond!!) haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-2011243771747058598?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/2011243771747058598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-day-out.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2011243771747058598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2011243771747058598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-day-out.html' title='Girls Day Out'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiZh549yXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/DtIjS_kR0cQ/s72-c/Witch+Piano.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-2998118693698792591</id><published>2009-10-16T09:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:46:49.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To the Fair we go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh the State Fair.... you've got to love how white trash and red neck it is... and for some reason, my family goes every year. :) Here are a few pics to show you how to have a real good time while you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You of course always have to get an airbrush tattoo as you can see below. John got one that said 'Lucious'.... :) haha. I love how Quentin kind of looks wasted in this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT8nRtREI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gictyE4nGOI/s1600-h/Fair+Tat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393223223320855618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT8nRtREI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gictyE4nGOI/s400/Fair+Tat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Then there are the classic rip off games that cost tons of money and the prizes are absolute crap. Quentin and John played a few rounds of pop the balloon with a dart. I know I am having fuN if you cant' tell!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT5v2f-xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O1rv5zxOgc8/s1600-h/Fair+Games.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393223174083050258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT5v2f-xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O1rv5zxOgc8/s400/Fair+Games.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You of course cannot miss out on the wonderful array of farm animal displays. We saw goats, sheep, oinkers, and the classic milk cow. I promise my mom is not trying to give this cow an enema although it clearly looks like her hand is up the cow's butt hole. :) hahahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT1Q9VkYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O5dZNbephy8/s1600-h/Cow+and+mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393223097070752130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT1Q9VkYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/O5dZNbephy8/s400/Cow+and+mom.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here is the fam (Holy crap ALL of us).. that hardly ever happens.. but yes all 8 of us are here eating some fatty heart stoppin fries and foot long corn dogs (except Christie of course as she carried around her no fat bag of rolls) You can't see it, but behind us is the Bear show! wooooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiTvzky1dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ld6AoxVDjp8/s1600-h/Din+Din.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393223003283838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiTvzky1dI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ld6AoxVDjp8/s400/Din+Din.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;WE LOVE THE STATE FAIR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-2998118693698792591?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/2998118693698792591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-fair-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2998118693698792591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2998118693698792591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-fair-we-go.html' title='To the Fair we go!!'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StiT8nRtREI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gictyE4nGOI/s72-c/Fair+Tat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4200956635014271341</id><published>2009-10-15T12:26:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:45:44.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>APPLE TIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqfgLmogI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_GpLtDKl7U/s1600-h/Apple1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So my brother in law's parents have this amazing house up in Logan, and it's like a miniature farm, and I love it. Well every year we go up there to pick fresh apples from the orchard and have a gay old time!!!! haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/Stdplujp8xI/AAAAAAAAADE/IfMDoYxDrYY/s1600-h/Apple+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqfgLmogI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_GpLtDKl7U/s1600-h/Apple1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdtN0EX1JI/AAAAAAAAADs/GpoZi094feI/s1600-h/Apple+5.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392899162882167954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdtN0EX1JI/AAAAAAAAADs/GpoZi094feI/s400/Apple+5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/Stdqj6UOPsI/AAAAAAAAADk/k2n9JRl8BQc/s1600-h/Apple+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh we are such a silly couple.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqfgLmogI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_GpLtDKl7U/s1600-h/Apple1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392896168246551042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqfgLmogI/AAAAAAAAADc/X_GpLtDKl7U/s400/Apple1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is the cuter sister?? Who is the cuter husband??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRONK's WIN 1st PRIZE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqXqTwXjI/AAAAAAAAADU/GehmFaaqv0A/s1600-h/Apple+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392896033526144562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqXqTwXjI/AAAAAAAAADU/GehmFaaqv0A/s400/Apple+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here we are in there little corn field and we each got to pick a fun pumpkin from the patch to take home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqQbEiX7I/AAAAAAAAADM/YyGJ2O00JDc/s1600-h/Apple+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392895909176696754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdqQbEiX7I/AAAAAAAAADM/YyGJ2O00JDc/s400/Apple+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the pretty shot of the orchard. Do you notice Quentin in the background? He is such a dork-- always trying to ruin pics. He is funny :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a little cornfield too.... and we each picked out a fun pumpkin and took a snap shot.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/Stdphh290LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RgbrLKASUro/s1600-h/Apple+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392895103544971442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/Stdphh290LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/RgbrLKASUro/s400/Apple+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdpdG9z-lI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4H5dzHt-slg/s1600-h/Apple+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdpY6Toa5I/AAAAAAAAACs/7TJ-0v46jrY/s1600-h/Apple1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392894955488832402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdpY6Toa5I/AAAAAAAAACs/7TJ-0v46jrY/s400/Apple1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-4200956635014271341?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4200956635014271341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4200956635014271341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4200956635014271341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-time.html' title='APPLE TIME!'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StdtN0EX1JI/AAAAAAAAADs/GpoZi094feI/s72-c/Apple+5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-46833111064837964</id><published>2009-10-10T10:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:45:52.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this picture of us. I think it's my fav... I just think it's so sweet.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC52woQx2I/AAAAAAAAACk/GDQx4O4_vkw/s1600-h/DSC_4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391013104380331874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC52woQx2I/AAAAAAAAACk/GDQx4O4_vkw/s400/DSC_4034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of our family at the temple&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC5R2vS_1I/AAAAAAAAACc/6LvG6SOabqU/s1600-h/DSC_3936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391012470365290322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC5R2vS_1I/AAAAAAAAACc/6LvG6SOabqU/s400/DSC_3936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is us when we first came out of the temple! So fun. :)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC4fZdEPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/QOtrNzk7zYM/s1600-h/DSC_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391011603510738178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC4fZdEPQI/AAAAAAAAACU/QOtrNzk7zYM/s400/DSC_3911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-46833111064837964?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/46833111064837964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-picture-of-us.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/46833111064837964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/46833111064837964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-this-picture-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/StC52woQx2I/AAAAAAAAACk/GDQx4O4_vkw/s72-c/DSC_4034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-7904825027298863858</id><published>2009-09-24T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:35:01.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yay. Blake and I are FINALLY getting around to getting the internet at our house.. so hopefully on this upcoming Monday we will get it installed and it will be up and running. That way I really can update this blog and update people on our oh-so-amazing lives. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-7904825027298863858?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/7904825027298863858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/7904825027298863858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/7904825027298863858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4711777902565684354</id><published>2009-09-14T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T15:59:00.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yup. I am a Twilight fan.... (mostly the books though). I was very very disappointed when the 1st movie came out... and it was pretty lame but I think that is because I hate Kristin Stewart. She is a terrible actress. BUT despite my biased feelings I have, my friend sent me this link to the extended 'New Moon' trailor... and I will admit. I am quite excited for the 2nd movie to come out. Although the movies can never be as good as the books... I am crossing my fingers that the second one will be a bit better. I am sure Kristin will somehow ruin this one as badly as she did the first one unfortunately... but I still have high hopes. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/x-13536-SF-Celebrity-Headlines-Examiner~y2009m9d13-Watch-the-MTV-VMA-extended-New-Moon-trailer-video"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://www.examiner.com/x-13536-SF-Celebrity-Headlines-Examiner~y2009m9d13-Watch-the-MTV-VMA-extended-New-Moon-trailer-video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-4711777902565684354?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4711777902565684354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4711777902565684354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4711777902565684354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/twilight.html' title='Twilight!'/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-1173808955320477786</id><published>2009-09-04T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:15:37.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE. ARE. MARRIED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;and now we are back from the honeymoon and back to real life... which is sad... but oh well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(I will add pics of the wedding later...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-1173808955320477786?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/1173808955320477786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/1173808955320477786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/1173808955320477786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/09/we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-2010233024884973882</id><published>2009-08-13T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:48:38.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SoQ1GyLURSI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_L8ZhNJy5M/s1600-h/Temple+night.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369475046397199650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SoQ1GyLURSI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_L8ZhNJy5M/s400/Temple+night.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awww. We are so dang cute. This was right after we got out of the session. Oh My Goodness-- I loved it! Everything was so beautiful and wonderful inside. It was so great having our family there to support us and it was such a spiritual and amazing experience for both me and Blake. I am so happy we worked our butts off to get there :) It took us a long time.. but it was completely worth the wait to get to experience that. The temple is incredble&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like I should bust out in song.. "I love to see the temple.. I'm going there someday" hahahahaha. I hope anyone who hasn't had the opportunity to go through, makes the effort to get there because it is an awesome experience that everyone should get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-2010233024884973882?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/2010233024884973882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2010233024884973882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2010233024884973882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/awww.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SoQ1GyLURSI/AAAAAAAAABg/i_L8ZhNJy5M/s72-c/Temple+night.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-8953760821267974789</id><published>2009-08-12T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:58:18.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am going to Jordan River FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-8953760821267974789?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/8953760821267974789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-to-jordan-river-fyi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/8953760821267974789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/8953760821267974789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-to-jordan-river-fyi.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4013363984465550575</id><published>2009-08-12T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:55:44.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SOOO.. I am going through to the temple tonight to take my endowments out! Yay.... quite exciting. I am very very anxious and a little nervous but mostly just happy and excited. It's going to be great. This will be mine and Blake's 2nd temple experience together , so it will be very special. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-4013363984465550575?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4013363984465550575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/sooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4013363984465550575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4013363984465550575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-8317525902444016714</id><published>2009-08-05T12:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:21:07.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I suck at blogging... it's been over a month since we even posted anything. Yup. We are lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welllll ... we get married in 11 days..&lt;br /&gt;I go through the temple in 7 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-8317525902444016714?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/8317525902444016714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/8317525902444016714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/8317525902444016714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-2521093619244515485</id><published>2009-06-18T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:41:34.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So Blake and I got our apartment, and I am VERY excited about it. It's in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Riverton like on 13400 S. and right past bangerter. It's a 2 bedroom, 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bathroom, a little over 1000 Sq ft, and we got it for a way good deal! It&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;even comes with a washer and dryer!! yay!! Our apartment faces east to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;this huge field, so we have a great view! I am soooo so excited, and I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;move in next week! WOOOOO!! :) Heck yes for being out of the padres&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;house again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-2521093619244515485?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/2521093619244515485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-blake-and-i-got-our-apartment-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2521093619244515485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/2521093619244515485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-blake-and-i-got-our-apartment-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-6280798448363701504</id><published>2009-06-17T12:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:52:17.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLAKE!!! BLAKE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is  your captain speaking!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you are reading this..... add something to our blog. Why? Because do you see how our blog says Katie + Blake... not just Katie?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yeeeeah. :)&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/7150699259752256235-6280798448363701504?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/6280798448363701504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/blake-blake-this-is-your-captain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6280798448363701504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/6280798448363701504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/blake-blake-this-is-your-captain.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4072481573546172499</id><published>2009-06-14T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:23:09.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVp_w0ucUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ve4yNXfuI0Q/s1600-h/weddress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347296676731056450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVp_w0ucUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ve4yNXfuI0Q/s400/weddress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Now this is NOT my dress. But there is no picture online of my dress... so this dress kind of gives you an idea. Mine is prettier though (well at least I think)  :) My dress is light light ivory, not white, and mine is more ornate than this one for sure. It's just different since it's not this dress. hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-4072481573546172499?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4072481573546172499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-this-is-not-my-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4072481573546172499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4072481573546172499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-this-is-not-my-dress.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVp_w0ucUI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ve4yNXfuI0Q/s72-c/weddress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-4746522563983465950</id><published>2009-06-14T14:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:00:27.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkfeGYs4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/J6yttUvwBBY/s1600-h/18+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347290624390902658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkfeGYs4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/J6yttUvwBBY/s320/18+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Oh we are so cute! This was the picture taken right before Blake proposed to me. We were at Disneyland in front of the castle right at dusk. It was very magical and fun. It was the perfect end to a perfect day. The start to our 'Happily Ever After'!&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/7150699259752256235-4746522563983465950?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/4746522563983465950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-we-are-so-cute-this-was-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4746522563983465950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/4746522563983465950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-we-are-so-cute-this-was-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkfeGYs4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/J6yttUvwBBY/s72-c/18+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7150699259752256235.post-7228429920831809998</id><published>2009-06-12T20:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:37:57.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE ENGAGED!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;(April 2nd, 2009)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7150699259752256235-7228429920831809998?l=katieblakekake.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/feeds/7228429920831809998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/7228429920831809998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7150699259752256235/posts/default/7228429920831809998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://katieblakekake.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Kate n' Blake</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09142954528040694772</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaX_NjH6VMo/SjVkM-2nG1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/_f8S2NGHiQ8/S220/18+021.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
