<?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-5753255109526645109</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:54:32.566-07:00</updated><category term='mom'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='shoutout'/><title type='text'>Kit Barros World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-5730731360230560232</id><published>2010-09-08T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:42:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings in History</title><content type='html'>So this year I decided to skip out on the AP History and just take regular History. Let me tell you, it is so great and so not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;First my teacher gets off topic ALL the time and its great when you don't want to learn but if you're not in the mood you just sit there and grumble for five minutes until he's done with one story.&lt;br /&gt;Second, some people do not even listen to what they are saying. There have been some things said in there that keep me laughing for days. I'll give you a few examples. And this is all true. People actually said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is the biggest state in the United States?" Mr Mcgee asked the class.&lt;br /&gt;"Russia!" one girl shouted so sure in her answer. I think only a few heard her because at the same time I was shouting "Alaska." Mr. Mcgee either didn't hear her or was ignoring the stupidness of her answer. Sorry I love you girl but Russia really?? Is it even NEAR the United States?? Seriously. Everyone on my side of the room laughed at her and she got embarassed but how can you help but laugh at her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing that happened a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So where is Washington in California?" a boy asked me.&lt;br /&gt;"Uhhh... Which Washington?"&lt;br /&gt;"There's two?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea. Washington State and Washington DC. Neither is in California though." I said incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are they?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well Washington DC is on the East coast near New York kinda."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay I think I know where that is. And the second?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"The state is right above us, a few states away."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow I never knew that."&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. Get it now?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. But are we in California or the United States?" he asked. (NO JOKE!)&lt;br /&gt;"What? Really?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I guess I just answered my own question. California is in the Unites States right? haha." Then as I'm hitting my head with my hand he asks...&lt;br /&gt;"What are the colonies?"&lt;br /&gt;"The 13 colonies?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Yea."&lt;br /&gt;"They are the original colonies that travelled from Britian to America for various reasons. We've been learning about them for a few weeks now."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh okay. But where are they in comparison to the States?"&lt;br /&gt;"They are now the states."&lt;br /&gt;"But where are the colonies."&lt;br /&gt;"They are gone. They are now the 13 states we have."&lt;br /&gt;"Really?! They are states just like that? Where are they?" (you just can't help but laugh at this point in time.)&lt;br /&gt;"Remember the test we took two days ago?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea..."&lt;br /&gt;"Those were the thirteen colonies. Now they are states once we gained independence."&lt;br /&gt;"So they are part of the 54 states?"&lt;br /&gt;"54?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yea."&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe the 50 states?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right. There's only 50. Haha. where did I get 54 from? haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. This really happened. I love regular history just for this reason. It keeps me going in that class. I laugh about it for days after with the girl who sits next to me who gets the bulk of these conversations. I have been lucky enough to get two conversations like thus. Gosh it is good.&lt;br /&gt;And yes this is all fact! I love it. I wouldn't trade it for anything. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-5730731360230560232?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/5730731360230560232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/09/happenings-in-history.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5730731360230560232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5730731360230560232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/09/happenings-in-history.html' title='Happenings in History'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-1561192594873547161</id><published>2010-09-05T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T15:04:42.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoutout Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Literally. I went into primary today and watched mom teach singing. My favorite favorite thing about primary is when the junior primary sings. They all sing! LOUD! Whether or not they know the words. I have a few favorites in there that sing the loudest. But they sing a word behind everyone, or they just sing the end of the word. They just love singing and don't want the words to be wrong so why not sing behind everyone. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the fun thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Junior Primary is always eager to help, and participate and its &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt;. Teenagers never volunteer or do  anything that might be 'uncool'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; for the Junior Primary. I love ya all and you're great. NEVER grow up please. But they will. And I will have new friends in there who love to sing and laugh and participate just as much as these do. Love them all and they make me laugh and cheer up. They are my role models.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-1561192594873547161?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/1561192594873547161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoutout-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1561192594873547161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1561192594873547161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/09/shoutout-sunday.html' title='Shoutout Sunday!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2638384793052101217</id><published>2010-08-29T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:44:29.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoutout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Shoutout Sunday! =)</title><content type='html'>Just a random shout out to my beautiful and wonderful mother. It is her birthday! Today 48 years ago she was born. Yay. So for her birthday we went out to dinner last night, because today its Sunday of course, we ate at the amazing Famous Dave's. WARNING: do not eat there if you hate BBQ or hate large portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for as for her present list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad-Bed comforter, yay it looks amazing. (I would know I had to wrap everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Joe, Tori- A leash and dog toy. (later we will be getting her a POODLE! Maybe. Or a small dog as such. Exciting no??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown-Pickles! (I know its weird but its what she asked for. lol gotta love mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom and thanks for everything that you have done for me and are still doing. And it has been a lot. Trust me. I love you lots and just wanted to do a shout out to you. Keep on doing what you are doing. And don't give up on me no matter how easy I make it for you to just stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-2638384793052101217?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2638384793052101217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/08/shoutout-sunday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2638384793052101217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2638384793052101217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/08/shoutout-sunday.html' title='Shoutout Sunday! =)'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-8941189320760838331</id><published>2010-01-02T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:09:33.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Dance =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay so i ended up going to the church dance for New Years. And let me tell you, I had a lot more fun than I thought I would. At first I was incredibly discouraged to go and reluctant. But Jewell conned me into going and I'm glad she did =) They played really good music this time, I met new people and I danced my fanny off. Here's some pictures that were taken at the dance =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewell and I were messing around as we watited for my dad to pick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;us up. And yes I do realize I look like a dork that's gonna hurt someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422297484007056962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_e1Ui8JkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rszxSJxwBh0/s320/me+n+jewell+dance.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid shot! heehee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_d3zvCScI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H2apEUsd_RE/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422296427227400642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_d3zvCScI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/H2apEUsd_RE/s320/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a lot of time before dad got there... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_d3nPsBPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EDOQELARwk4/s1600-h/dance+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422296423874692338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_d3nPsBPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EDOQELARwk4/s320/dance+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone was walking around taking pictures of everybody and&lt;br /&gt;so here is Jewell and I in our usuall crazyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dIT7nHxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ek7Fjl3v30o/s1600-h/754439526_NDRr8-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422295611236359954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dIT7nHxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Ek7Fjl3v30o/s320/754439526_NDRr8-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends I met =) Becky and Cara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dIEJ0XVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WHxZugYyM9Y/s1600-h/754438611_hbPBP-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422295607000980818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dIEJ0XVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/WHxZugYyM9Y/s320/754438611_hbPBP-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look... Now doesn't that look just sweet =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I however look like I'm in pain or something... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dH3lWdeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Jlem2C7dQaY/s1600-h/754437688_Tpo7e-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422295603626800610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dH3lWdeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Jlem2C7dQaY/s320/754437688_Tpo7e-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dHeWOATI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SontdVE71cY/s1600-h/754431093_YXvMW-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422295596852445490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dHeWOATI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SontdVE71cY/s320/754431093_YXvMW-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first picture. We put on gloves and boas and posed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the awkward result haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dHMDMeJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uxGXSncHYYw/s1600-h/754410544_KVifp-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422295591940814994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_dHMDMeJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/uxGXSncHYYw/s320/754410544_KVifp-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the youth that didn't go from our ward you missed out BIG TIME! You should've gone and had a blast with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-8941189320760838331?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/8941189320760838331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8941189320760838331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8941189320760838331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-dance.html' title='New Year&apos;s Dance =)'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sz_e1Ui8JkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rszxSJxwBh0/s72-c/me+n+jewell+dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3542068337301696295</id><published>2009-11-13T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:21:09.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Time of Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Come on family. Ya all know what happens around this time of year =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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&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;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yup thats right! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591927286067474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sv1qOnkN8RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3GAbcdTe1_g/s320/tangerines.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lovely beauties are ripe! I've already found 4 ripe in the past 2 days and that wasn't even trying to look for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403591929577399186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sv1qOwGg45I/AAAAAAAAAGY/uS7LGNpjQhs/s320/happy+tanerine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See even this guy is happy to be eaten =) So yes. I bet you guys are excited to be home now. I know I would be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love love love tangerines. They are the best darn thing on this planet. I am very grateful we have a humungus tree outside. Although I don't like walking outside on the cold ground its all worth it. Sitting down with a few tangerines and a bag to put the pelings in and im content. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho thought I would post on my favorite thing ever! haha&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/5753255109526645109-3542068337301696295?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3542068337301696295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3542068337301696295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3542068337301696295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-time-of-year.html' title='This Time of Year'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sv1qOnkN8RI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3GAbcdTe1_g/s72-c/tangerines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-1295394886096785261</id><published>2009-07-25T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:14:09.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So my cousin Karly and her parents Steve and Eve came down to California from Oregon. I went to six flags with two of my cousins, the family had a party at a river by my grandma's house, and we went camping by the beach. Here are some pictures of the beach and the party. Don't have pictures of six flags. Sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Party =^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362563819758857218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmunYcoWrAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3NdVK9U9reg/s320/july+beach+003.jpg" /&gt; The one on the right is uncle Steve the left is Eve. Honestly don't know who the lady in the middle is... =^/ sorry lol&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362562453872834562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmumI8Tv-AI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vDB1gpWB8_8/s320/july+beach+013.jpg" /&gt; Yes... we started a massage train and continued that for a hour or so... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362570374763306066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmutV_7M3FI/AAAAAAAAAFg/qEm7gyXZBDA/s320/july+beach+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karly is in the blue chair my favoritest cousin Chis is on the ground and I am in the other chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362562443416268098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmumIVWtbUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7flLgXLBOkA/s320/july+beach+006.jpg" /&gt;Tori and Joe walking along the river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BEACH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565172125763090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmuonKlwBhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/KUfyVoAsJ7g/s320/july+beach+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at FATCATS. YUMMO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565187175874018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmuooCp-feI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2kCVzZjn-O0/s320/july+beach+029.jpg" /&gt;After we ate at FATCATS and on the drive to the beach. Naming all the people from the front right and then from the back right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sarah, Grandma, Eve,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Karly, Joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom took the picture and Steve was driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565176870987922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmuoncRGaJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4KX8wHtuETA/s320/july+beach+035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karly and I posing for the wonderful camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565178035736626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmuongmzEDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OcA7d6EQWLo/s320/july+beach+066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and chris walking back from staying in the freezing water forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362565183682935538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Smuon1pMevI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AUcFTz-HBq4/s320/july+beach+044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad posinging in front of the ocean. We don't get many pictures of him smiling a nice smile. YAY  Ok so I gave you two longs posts.  I will do another one later about girls camp.  Ya all should be sastified for a while. lol =^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5753255109526645109-1295394886096785261?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/1295394886096785261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-with-family.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1295394886096785261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1295394886096785261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/07/camping-with-family.html' title='Camping with family'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmunYcoWrAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/3NdVK9U9reg/s72-c/july+beach+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2659049835379013228</id><published>2009-07-25T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:51:02.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather in West Virgina &amp; along the way</title><content type='html'>Ok so I've felt soooo bad for not updating for so long. I've just been all over the place. Travelling and Girls camp and all that... So I will just give you one or two biggg posts.&lt;br /&gt;First West Virginia! The weather was amazing the entire time. Stormy and on the way home we had just missed a tornado. It was amazing!! Joe had a pillow over his head and was singing to himself once we mentioned that we might be close to a tornado.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the amazing weather we had.. =^) I took &lt;strong&gt;a lot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553943773685618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueZluAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mSwVBfFpTHA/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+231.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553940693409058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueZaPm3SI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hxf0CWjMJAs/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was so odd was that it was super green everywhere you went. SOO green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553638986100066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueH2S-rWI/AAAAAAAAADw/kbKdAl6FWLw/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+259.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553630085717490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueHVI9nfI/AAAAAAAAADg/V-WErFS3E6A/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+281.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553636664565298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueHtpe3jI/AAAAAAAAADo/dLYeJh3UbKk/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553627279206786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueHKr1qYI/AAAAAAAAADY/XIZOjwooPvM/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+291.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362553622273931986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueG4CfOtI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eAEL6N0Kkws/s320/mtc+and+west+virginia+294.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-2659049835379013228?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2659049835379013228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-in-virgina.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2659049835379013228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2659049835379013228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/07/weather-in-virgina.html' title='Weather in West Virgina &amp; along the way'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SmueZluAJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mSwVBfFpTHA/s72-c/mtc+and+west+virginia+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-5754936186110411493</id><published>2009-06-15T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:16:34.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning everybody:) &lt;br&gt;Yesterday the family went to Brandon and Sarah&amp;#39;s ward for little Payton&amp;#39;s blessing. Mom made the cutest blessing outfit. It had a nice vest attached to it and a cute bonnet. &lt;br&gt;After we took pictures and everything i went to Young Womens. I got Tori to go with me. All of the girls in the MiaMaids were really nice and welcoming. Went to Butch and Lydia&amp;#39;s, took a nap and hung out with everybody else last night. Tori and I were outside waiting for our ride and caught a firefly! It was so awesome! I was gonna put it in my mouth to see if  my mouth would glow. Alas it flew away before i could. Right now we are in the car on the way to Kirkland. Going to spend the whole day there and Lake Erie. &lt;br&gt;Just wanted to update ya all,&lt;br&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-5754936186110411493?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/5754936186110411493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-everybody-yesterday-family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5754936186110411493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5754936186110411493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-everybody-yesterday-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-7656981803299596567</id><published>2009-06-13T07:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:16:19.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning everybody:) We have just left our hotel in Champaigne, Illinois. Its 9 here which means that it is 7 there. So most of ya all wont be up. There is no more rain. There is a few clouds though. The big puffy white clouds.  &lt;br&gt;Last nightish we crossed the Mississippi River. Then we crossed the Missouri River a little later. And last at night we crossed the Iowa River. That one was pretty because it was night and the boats on the river were all lit up and all the buildings along the river were pretty. Didn&amp;#39;t get any pictures of that one though. Dad took away the camera before i could. (I was having a little too much fun with it...) Taking pictures of everything. Anywho just wanted to update ya all,&lt;br&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-7656981803299596567?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/7656981803299596567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-everybody-we-have-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7656981803299596567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7656981803299596567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-morning-everybody-we-have-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-7979055446612384122</id><published>2009-06-12T17:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:11:11.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everybody:) We are driving to Virginia to see my nephew, Payton&amp;#39;s, blessing. Right now we are in Iowa. Yesterday we left Utah and made it through Wyoming and most of Nebraska. We hope to make it to Brandon and Sarah&amp;#39;s tomorrow morningish or afternoon. Well I thought I would update ya all who go on my blog. &lt;br&gt;Its super rainy and amazing. I took a lot a lot of pictures so I will post them when I can:) &lt;br&gt;I will update when i can,&lt;br&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-7979055446612384122?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/7979055446612384122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everybody-we-are-driving-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7979055446612384122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7979055446612384122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-everybody-we-are-driving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-6364479357531348822</id><published>2009-05-10T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:21:38.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, Mother, Mama, Mammy, and anything else you can think of!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sgd8monCXXI/AAAAAAAAADA/zyumMvdygK8/s1600-h/Mother+and+Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369286821666162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sgd8monCXXI/AAAAAAAAADA/zyumMvdygK8/s320/Mother+and+Child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!! Weither you are a mother or expecting or know that you are going to be a mother later on. Have a happy day filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;So here are a few mother's day poems that I found and like a lot. Hope you do too! =^D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and wish for the one thing&lt;br /&gt;You cannot do without, and when you do,&lt;br /&gt;Near your heart you'll find it, always there,&lt;br /&gt;Treasure that is dear but not so rare,&lt;br /&gt;Held in the mesh that all your dreams flow through.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, no gift more happiness can bring,&lt;br /&gt;And so this day I give my love to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appiness, like most things, comes from mothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;n amniotic universe is rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;aradises aren't found with others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;erhaps because we must breathe our own air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;et even after paradise, we find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;others are a bath of warm affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;nly mothers' love is truly blind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;o guarantee all errant souls protection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;owever we find love, it can be only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;vanescences of memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;etained from when we never could be lonely,'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;re we left our mother's outsized knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;o good it is to have that happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;esigned to grace each subsequent caress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ll future love and joy to underlie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;earning backwards towards a mother's sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Read down all the first letters. It says Happy Mothers day! How awesome is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Happy Mother's Day" means more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than have a happy day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Within those words lie lots of things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We never get to say.&lt;br /&gt;It means I love you first of all,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then thanks for all you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It means you mean a lot to me,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that I honor you.&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, I guess it means&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I am thinking of&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your happiness on this, your day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With pleasure and with love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you mom!!! So so so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much I love you I can't say:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's more than words can hold.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're all at once my rich, red clay,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My potter and my mold.&lt;br /&gt;Yours the words that shaped my voice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spirit within mine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yours the will that shaped my choice,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My fortune, and my sign.&lt;br /&gt;How lucky I was to have had you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the core of me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wise and good, you always knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just what I could be.&lt;br /&gt;And so I came to be someone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whom I could be proud of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For this I give my swollen sum&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of gratitude and love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok so this is almost over. I hope I haven't been boring you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you and I need you, even though&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I may at times have made you tear your hair!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I set myself apart, but even so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your presence and your love are always there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are my jail cell and ten-ton door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That keeps me from just being who I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I pound the walls and go to war,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ramming all the rules that I can ram.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet though I must rebel, all the while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know your love's the ground on which I stand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wait upon the flash of your proud smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And twist inside at every reprimand.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry for the times I've caused you pain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;After these brief storms, love will remain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And one I think everybody who has gone to primary knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother dear I love you so, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your happy and smiling face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is such a joy to look at,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make home a lovely place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so so much. Just wanted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good Mother's Day. I wouldn't expect less.&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334369528552888418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sgd80tIQGGI/AAAAAAAAADI/yZjgmEtIMog/s320/Mommy%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-6364479357531348822?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/6364479357531348822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-mother-mama-mammy-and-anything-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/6364479357531348822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/6364479357531348822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/05/mom-mother-mama-mammy-and-anything-else.html' title='Mom, Mother, Mama, Mammy, and anything else you can think of!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sgd8monCXXI/AAAAAAAAADA/zyumMvdygK8/s72-c/Mother+and+Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-8561253397119829229</id><published>2009-04-24T05:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:18:55.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at the inn</title><content type='html'>So i was sitting at the hotel breakfast and 4 guys came in with camo pants black shirts with a big SWAT on the back. It was awesome. I started talking to them:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-8561253397119829229?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/8561253397119829229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-was-sitting-at-hotel-breakfast-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8561253397119829229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8561253397119829229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-i-was-sitting-at-hotel-breakfast-and.html' title='Breakfast at the inn'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3350134242487126907</id><published>2009-04-23T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:19:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reno</title><content type='html'>So we are in reno nevada. There are amazing clouds in the sky. I keep on taking pictures of them. I will post them later. A way you can tell its nevada is because of the casinos everywhere:) lol. The rest of the family are eating pretzels and i am eating kettle corn. The pretzels are too hard for me. But i can suck on the kettle corn. So all's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-3350134242487126907?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3350134242487126907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-we-are-in-reno-nevada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3350134242487126907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3350134242487126907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-we-are-in-reno-nevada.html' title='Reno'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3057518825370677101</id><published>2009-04-23T11:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:19:48.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donnar Pass and Snow</title><content type='html'>So we are about 60 miles away from Donner Pass and i am seeing snow everywhere. Not the spotty white snow either. Big bunches of brown dirty snow. Our car says its 58 degrees outside but i don't believe it. It doesn't feel that cold. Oh well. I can see the mountains and they look pretty. With the good snow on top of it lol. Yay for pretty snow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-3057518825370677101?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3057518825370677101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-we-are-about-60-miles-away-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3057518825370677101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3057518825370677101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-we-are-about-60-miles-away-from.html' title='Donnar Pass and Snow'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-6063486935301877548</id><published>2009-04-16T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:15:12.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary!!!</title><content type='html'>Megan was on her way to Utah to go to her grandma's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;funural&lt;/span&gt;.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, Megan, was in an accident this morning!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!  &lt;br /&gt;I was so scared when I got the text.  I was terrified. &lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of English and I got a text from Megan saying that she was in an accident.  And she had broken her neck!!!!  I think my teacher noticed something was wrong because I didn't talk for the rest of the period. And I became super quiet when a just a few minutes earlier I was laughing and talking with everybody. &lt;br /&gt;She can't do any physical things for a while and she is in a neck brace.  She sent a picture.  She said that she was sleeping and David shouted for her to wake up.  And they flipped 3 times.  She was in the accident this morning at 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and she was in the hospital all day.&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; grateful that Megan is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; OK.  I mean she isn't perfect but she isn't paralyzed or dead.  I love love love her to death.  I don't know what I would do without her.  I would be nothing for the longest time. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Megan! &lt;br /&gt;And everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-6063486935301877548?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/6063486935301877548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/6063486935301877548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/6063486935301877548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary.html' title='Scary!!!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-611707169632301202</id><published>2009-04-15T15:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:20:33.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Phones</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody:) I'm in my last period. Doing nothing. Have you ever been so tired that you cant sleep. Well I am at that point. I know shouldn't be tired. I should have been a good little girl and gone to sleep early. Hah! That never happens.&lt;br /&gt;Megan is leaving today:( sad. I am going to be all alone tomorrow and Friday. Nobody to hang out with during lunch. But I will find someone. Hey got to go. I'm updating from my phone and the bell is about to ring. Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-611707169632301202?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/611707169632301202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-everybody-i-in-my-last-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/611707169632301202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/611707169632301202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-everybody-i-in-my-last-period.html' title='Tired and Phones'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-7962116630642176737</id><published>2009-03-19T11:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:43:27.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScKSJY9pPfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ctOM9xgyhOI/s1600-h/Music+Notes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971200268090866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScKSJY9pPfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ctOM9xgyhOI/s320/Music+Notes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was helping my mom put stuff on her blog and change the background and everything. She wanted music on her blog so I helped her. And then I noticed that I've wanted music for a while and I didn't have any...&lt;br /&gt;So that led up to me putting a playlist on my blog! YAY! I went a little crazy and made three playlists... One is my favorite rockish songs, another is Disney songs, and the third is soft pretty songs that I love love love and can just listen to forever. Josh Groban and stuff like that. =^D&lt;br /&gt;So right now I have the rockish songs on my blog. I have other playlists so if you don't like this one then just tell me and I'll switch it around everyonce in a while. Like on Sundays I will go and put on my soft songs or Disney. And yeah you get the point. Anywho... Listening to music and writing this. The best life.&lt;br /&gt;If you have a chance go down to my playlist and listen to The Gummy Bear Song. It is the best funkiest song in the world. I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;So wanted to tell you my good news. haha&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;Kit =^D&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314971323781128226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScKSQlFcoCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/P3uju9GjUiI/s320/music+scroll.jpg" border="0" /&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/5753255109526645109-7962116630642176737?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/7962116630642176737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7962116630642176737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7962116630642176737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/music.html' title='Music!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScKSJY9pPfI/AAAAAAAAACw/ctOM9xgyhOI/s72-c/Music+Notes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2847169794419620127</id><published>2009-03-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:24:20.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScAxGGgzPEI/AAAAAAAAACo/UzeGYObMzi8/s1600-h/St.+Patricks+Day+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314301541194349634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScAxGGgzPEI/AAAAAAAAACo/UzeGYObMzi8/s320/St.+Patricks+Day+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today is green day. My tummy hasn't been feeling very well lately, and so I stayed home. Everybody is convinced that I stayed home because there was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHSEE&lt;/span&gt; today for the freshmen. It is the English section today so I'm convinced that I will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; if they make me take it when I get back to school.&lt;br /&gt;I have been wearing green today. And my brother pinched me before I showed him that I was wearing green. So I got to pinch him back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;. Yes I guess I'm evil... But I don't like being pinched. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;There was no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;seminary&lt;/span&gt; today! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I woke up at 7. Amazing. I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;So happy Irish people. I won't kiss any of you, but you should still be happy. =^D&lt;br /&gt;Love from,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-2847169794419620127?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2847169794419620127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2847169794419620127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2847169794419620127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-day.html' title='GREEN DAY'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/ScAxGGgzPEI/AAAAAAAAACo/UzeGYObMzi8/s72-c/St.+Patricks+Day+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-8588335301311659407</id><published>2009-03-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:49:18.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an aunt!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sb2FPwH64TI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9ml0-Mablo/s1600-h/Lovely+Lydia+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313549641029706034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sb2FPwH64TI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9ml0-Mablo/s320/Lovely+Lydia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm an aunt!!!!! YAY! My brother Dustin and his wife just had their baby girl on Thursday at 6:10 my time and 7:10 their time. She was 6 pounds 13 ounces. And 19 inches long. So super skinny. But I love love her!!! Her name is Lydia Louise Barros. Her middle name is my mom's middle name. How sweet right? I've been on a high for the last few days. I'm just sooo happy and excited. AHHH!!!! I'm super jealous of my sister Michayla.  She gets to hold Lydia everyday.  I want to hold her super bad.  But I guess Michayla doesn't get to hold her for a year and a half.  Now that's kinda depressing.  Sorry sis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I just wanted to exclaim my good news.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya all,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kit&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313549412514785282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sb2FCc1t6AI/AAAAAAAAACY/I1KTLc1xs6E/s320/Lovely+Lydia.jpg" border="0" /&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/5753255109526645109-8588335301311659407?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/8588335301311659407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-aunt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8588335301311659407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/8588335301311659407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-aunt.html' title='I&apos;m an aunt!!!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Sb2FPwH64TI/AAAAAAAAACg/w9ml0-Mablo/s72-c/Lovely+Lydia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3665042468426530482</id><published>2009-03-11T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:20:38.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new</title><content type='html'>So lets start with school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art- Finished my animal clay thingy.  Its supposed to be a priarie dog but it looks like a dinosaur.  Awkward...&lt;br /&gt;Math-Getting my grade up. Yay!  But we have gotten into a section that I just don't get at all at all at all.  So I'm going to talk to my teacher about that soon.  And he has just figured out today that I'm mormon.  He's a total mormon hater and so I hope that he doesn't start to hate me... Becuase I was one of his favorite students before.  So I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;English-I'm writing a research paper on a poet.  And I chose.....  Dr. Seuss!  Yes yes it isn't old fashioned enough for her but she finally came around.  And we are starting the Odyssey.  Its actually a very interesting book.  I understand the actual book more then the introduction.  Which is kinda weird but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;French-Still don't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;Science-Doing awesome in there!  But again... I don't understand this section.  I hope I don't bomb my test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Piano-See below.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So church has been awsome lately.  People are fun and I'm really becoming good friends with this girl in my ward named Jayna.  Yay.  I kinda knew her before from Girls Camp and stuff but now I talk to her all the time and we have inside jokes now and she's an awesome girl!  She's amazing and nice and I love her! Yay.  I'm glad that I became her friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about Saturday... This is where the piano and the see below come together... &lt;br /&gt;I have a recital on Saturday.  Fun fun.  I have this piece memorized and I have to play it for a few judges and yeah... Get a score.  My teacher says I'm in the 3 and 2 range.  Maybe a 1.  Meaning that I have an award for sure.  And if I do get a 1 then I get a command preformance.  Meaning I get to play again in front of more people.  yippe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Nothing more than that really...&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-3665042468426530482?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3665042468426530482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3665042468426530482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3665042468426530482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s new'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-793968037364477875</id><published>2009-02-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:41:40.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Happenings</title><content type='html'>So I've been reading a great book and for the first time in a while I just sat down and read.  It was amazing.  I love weekends.  Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my grandma's today.  (My dad's mom)  And that is where I read.  I know it sounds anti-social but when everybody else is playing pinochle and I'm jealous I go into one of the back rooms and read a good book.  So HAH!  I got the better deal.  (No not really.  I really really wanted to play=^( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a stake dance next saturday and I'm uber excited.  It's gonna be a blast.  Even if I'm just sitting in the loser corner its gonna be fun.  I'll make the loser corner fun.  haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was stake confrence.  It was pretty good.  Sorry to say that I fell asleep for a few minutes though.  I was super tired.  My mind is on the semenary schedule and it wakes me up at 5 every day.  fun fun right?  Anywho...  I liked the talks that I heard.  They were pretty good =^D  And yes I liked the after part when everybody stands and talks.  I got to talk to a lot of people from 2nd ward that I hadn't seen for a while.  Yay!  And of course I talked to people from 1st.  How could you not?  They are fun.  They usually bring me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooo  two new people in our ward.  Allicia (sorry if I spelled her name wrong.  I have no idea how to spell it)  She is in the young women's and she is a Laurel.  fun fun.  And then Ryan.  But i don't know if he counts.  He's an investigator.  Well his mom's a member.  Whatever.  He goes to church and mutual.  And hopefully semenary. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Nothing much that is new.  Yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-793968037364477875?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/793968037364477875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/793968037364477875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/793968037364477875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-happenings.html' title='Random Happenings'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2751158512176287113</id><published>2009-02-15T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:53:49.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SZg6WTcWjsI/AAAAAAAAACI/YKxjwEp9CLc/s1600-h/Rain+on+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303052716079484610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SZg6WTcWjsI/AAAAAAAAACI/YKxjwEp9CLc/s320/Rain+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the post so soon after but I had to show my exictment for the RAIN!!! and it is outside right now. It is so cloudy and beautiful. And the wind is blowing like crazy. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the rain. And the valley needs it super bad. So YAY!!!&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303052857808456450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SZg6ejbLCwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/GwYsft4mbyA/s320/rain_5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-2751158512176287113?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2751158512176287113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2751158512176287113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2751158512176287113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/rain.html' title='RAIN!!!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SZg6WTcWjsI/AAAAAAAAACI/YKxjwEp9CLc/s72-c/Rain+on+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-1621795068037260549</id><published>2009-02-15T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T07:39:59.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work... and more work.  Joy</title><content type='html'>So I'm up early on a Sunday morning... I'm up early everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; it be a schoolday or a holiday or a weekend.  UGH!!! It is my mind.  It has gotten used to how much sleep I get in one night and it sets an alarm clock for itself.  I bet I don't even need my physical alarm clock.  But I don't want to test that...  I know that it has gotten used to a set amout of sleep every night becuase if I go to bed super early, then, my head will wake me up that much earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I went to bed at 8:30... Super early for me.  And my brain woke me up an hour earlier at 4!!!  And I couldn't go back to sleep!  It was rotten.  It was a little more sleep than I usually get but still I felt unsastified all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... I did not start this post for my sleeping habbits... Although they may be interesting (not really)  I noticed that I hadn't updated in a week and I wanted to talk about yesterday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to my grandmother's house to tear down her kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left our house at 7:30 (only a half an hour off what we planned.  Anyone not in our family wouldn't know the success that that is.)  We got to grandma's around 9 with some distractions.  Buying food stopping at 2 stores... yeah.  Once we got there James and Monica were already there. Yippee.  But Luke and Emily weren't.  Oh well...  We started working, basicaly, right away. We took out the carpet in the paino room and took down all her cabinets.  That took a long long time.  Half way through that Annet and John came.  John helped out a lot with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were finished with that it was the fun job of destroying the walls in the kitchen and hallway.  That was the fun part. =^)  Hammer the walls and then pull out the nails.  Pretty fun except for the horrible dust that was everywhere and the multiple nails that people got in their feet.  (None hit anybody right on it was just little near misses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took us through lunch and yeah... That took twice as long as the tearing down of cabinets.  But oh well... It was fun for the most part.  It took a while for the wheelbarrels to get to us so we just had a big pile of wall in the middle.  But once they did get there we started taking big bunches out.  That was Luke and my job until we dumped it once.  (Sorry)  Then we had to move the long pieces of wood.  Fun Fun.  And then we were the backup shovelers.  Yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the walls were taken down and the floor was clear Dad and James took the floor out.  While Toi, Luke, and I were taking out all the extra nails close to the ground and on the ground under the tile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That didn't last long.  That was probably the easiest job out of them all.  And that finished off our day around 6.  wow.  Long long day.  But we finished it all!!!  Dad didn't even think we would get that near to being finished in one day.  All we need now is Willie to come and look at the place and get it started for the beautification process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over and everybody came into the living room we all looked like old people ghosts.  Everybody's hair was white, their faces and limbs were white and people's black shirts were no longer black.  What I thought was funny though was that the people with long eye lashes, had white tipped eyelashes by the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke, Emily, Joe, and I went up in the attic later after all the adults were talking (boring), and chucked things down at people as they passed, through grandma's house fan.  That was fun.  Not that many people passed by though so we were just hanging doing nothing for a good part of our attic time.  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a pretty sastifying and fun day in the end.  Now we get to go back tomorrow.  But  James and his crew won't be there so it won't be nearly as fun... How sad =^(  Oh well hopefully it won't take as long and we will be able to come home earlier and I will be able to see a movie with friends or something.  fun fun.  ( I don't really count on it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-1621795068037260549?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/1621795068037260549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-work-and-more-work-joy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1621795068037260549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1621795068037260549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/work-work-and-more-work-joy.html' title='Work Work... and more work.  Joy'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2002802807306631462</id><published>2009-02-08T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:18:32.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Today is my bestest bestest friend's birthday! Megan!  She is 15  =^D  Leaving me behind in the 14 land.  Megan and I have been friends since we were 3.  We look alike and act alike.  We are always together.  Since 5th grade we've been telling people that we were related.  We were sister's before but the story as to why our last names are different changed every time. So now we are just cousins.   &lt;br /&gt;It is also my other friend's birthday and she is 14!  Alyssa!  So yay!  Loose a little and gain a little.  haha. Alyssa is now a MiaMaid!  Woot woot.  I have been waiting for that for a long time.  And she can go to dances.  That I am excited for.  It will be that much more fun with her there.  (wow bad grammer)  Alyssa is a reader and writer like me!  That is actually how we got close.  I mean we were friends at church but that was kinda all until we found that our love for books is the same.  =^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just wanted to make a little post for them... &lt;br /&gt;love ya all&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-2002802807306631462?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2002802807306631462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2002802807306631462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2002802807306631462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3802403231320083094</id><published>2009-02-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:26:58.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Stupid facebook  cancelled my account!!! It makes me so mad.  I spent a lot of time fixing my profile and doing stuff on there. UGH!  They said I was doing somehting too much and I was abusing it or something.  What in the world is that supposed to mean?!  So I haven't really gotten to making a new one.  It just took to much time before and I will have to start all over.  So I'm waiting until I have a lot of time.  And yeah... great example of my lazyness.  haha&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-3802403231320083094?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3802403231320083094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3802403231320083094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3802403231320083094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-1134180942316849761</id><published>2009-02-04T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T16:28:34.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New happenings</title><content type='html'>So a lot of new stuff in my life since I have last posted.  I'm over my cold.  Although I wish I am able to stay home still.  School stinks.  I am so over it.  Ugh.  My piano class is going great.  I have to go to a preformance soon.  Next month I think.  And to do that I have to memorize a song.  NOOOO!!!!!  I suck at memorizing stuff.  It is a curse.   =^(  A curse I can do without.  But that is kinda ovious because everyone can do without curses.  If only our lives could be perfect.  But that would be boring.  ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Right.  Today I figured out that my math teacher was mormon!  Was being the operitive word.  He had the priesthood and everything.  And today he was totally downing mormons.  I'm the only mormon student that he has but he doesn't know that.  Last year one of my friends had him and told me that he hated mormons, so I should never tell him that I am one because he gave her grief because of that.  So I didn't.  And today i figured out why.  because he was mormon.  I asked him what happened to get him out of the church and he said that it was becuas he came to his senses!  MEANY!  I was about ready to start yelling at him and telling him to not down religions but I didn't.  I don't think it would've gone over well with my parents if I got in a fight with a teacher.  I mean look what happened last time when I slapped a girl.  (yes I know that that is bad.  But I am compulsive... Unfortunatly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another new thing in my life is that Joe got a snake!!! I love love love it.  Tori, Joe and I all got our favorite names for its into its name.  So its name is Aiden Nagini Arciea.  (are-see-a) yup yup.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is it for now... unitil I remember something else.  Then I will run over to the computer and hurry another post up to tell you more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-1134180942316849761?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/1134180942316849761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-happenings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1134180942316849761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1134180942316849761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-happenings.html' title='New happenings'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-5986426525713505398</id><published>2009-01-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:19.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I told you I would post again today. Nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; we are in Chapter 7 which deals with poetry. The other day we had to make a Haiku on our favorite day of the year. You know what everybody is going to do. Birthday, New Years, Thanksgiving, Christmas. How can you be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt; with everybody doing the same thing. So I asked my teacher if I could do it on a season instead. She had to think about it. And then a boy in our class pipped in and asked to do a season as well. So then she had to give in. I did mine on fall, (incase you can't tell)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaves fall all around&lt;br /&gt;Golds and Reds are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;It will soon be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295325908625133634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SXzG26mGEEI/AAAAAAAAABw/viNFdU2BY4w/s320/fall+trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah yeah it isn't that good but its a haiku. Haiku's are a set form of poetry. 3 lines. 5 syllables in the first line then 7 then 5 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is is. I hope you enjoy it. =^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-5986426525713505398?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/5986426525713505398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiku.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5986426525713505398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5986426525713505398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/haiku.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SXzG26mGEEI/AAAAAAAAABw/viNFdU2BY4w/s72-c/fall+trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-5630838577193443345</id><published>2009-01-25T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:04:32.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The COLD!</title><content type='html'>I am so so so mad at my mom. Who is mad at my brother. Who is probably mad at someone in his class. Oh and my sister is mad at me. Dad is the only one not mad. But I bet he will be mad soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are (or were) sick with the Cold. Dad is the only one who has escaped this misfortune. And I think I have it the worst of all. I'm not as sick as mom is but I'm sick during the weekend. I didn't even get to miss school on Friday. (Although I called home and asked to ditch. Mom didn't let me =^O )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Joe, Dad, Tori, and I were helping the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hyer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; move. It was fun except the whole time my head was killing me and I couldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;breathe&lt;/span&gt; through my nose. Ugh. But once I started to get stomach sick I had to go home. Good think the stomach sickness only lasted a day. That would've been very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the reason I'm mad at mom is because she got me sick. On a weekend none the less. =^( Mom probably is mad at Joe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; he was sick first of all. He stayed home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; and Thursday. Got mom sick. Who got me sick. Who got Tori sick. It is going around. I do not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm home from church, nothing to do because it's Sunday, and I decided to write to all you good people. Telling you of this injustice. It's unfair huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to church so bad. I feel a load better than yesterday but still my mom wouldn't let me go. I was almost ready when she told me that I had to stay home. I pitched a fit because I wanted to go really bad, and I cannot be in my house for two or three days. I will go insane. And there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;firesite&lt;/span&gt; tonight and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;presidency&lt;/span&gt; meeting. I am going to miss both. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well she only has my best intentions. Lies! Just kidding. I love my mother very much. Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the good thing is that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;firesite&lt;/span&gt; tonight was only a Stake Young Women's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;firesite&lt;/span&gt;, for the new year and all. And they are having the exact same one on Thursday for everybody. So I will be able to see it and there will also be cute guys there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;mmhm&lt;/span&gt;, eye candy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. =^D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah I would've probably had to go to Thursday's anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of my dad being Bishop and all. Plus I have my eyes on one of the boy's in our ward. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Sshhhh&lt;/span&gt;. Don't tell anyone. It's just a crush for all of you to know. I'm only fourteen. Can't date for another two years. (thank goodness)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I have bored you enough. And I will probably post again later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of my boredom. Being home for two days is going to kill me. I have to be out doing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now my faithful readers,&lt;br /&gt;Love you all,&lt;br /&gt;No seriously go,&lt;br /&gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;Kisses,&lt;br /&gt;And hugs,&lt;br /&gt;(Don't usually give out hugs that openly. Consider yourself lucky)&lt;br /&gt;Kit =^D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-5630838577193443345?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/5630838577193443345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5630838577193443345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5630838577193443345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html' title='The COLD!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-2521046672899703666</id><published>2009-01-10T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:03:52.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family took family photos during Thanksgiving. We were back at The older kid's colledge. Just having fun and seeing everybody. You know the usuall... I have an old photo in my binder from school. We have all grown up considerbly since those photos were taken and Sarah is missing. (She and Brandon weren't married then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I printed out four photos for my binder. I love looking at the photos that are on people's binders and I don't care if they look at mine. So why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the photos =^) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our entire family. The in-laws included&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlCm9mm3bI/AAAAAAAAABI/TE8UiQKYOgM/s1600-h/3+only+better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289832474462313906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlCm9mm3bI/AAAAAAAAABI/TE8UiQKYOgM/s320/3+only+better.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there was a spirial staircase that we just ran down them and started doing weird stuff. We ended up taking like 6 photos down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe Kayla and me acting weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlDXT6TBnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l_4sT0Pv_R0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289833305084200562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlDXT6TBnI/AAAAAAAAABQ/l_4sT0Pv_R0/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the photos with our entire family down at the end of the staircase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlEa-XP81I/AAAAAAAAABY/I-X23623tBQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289834467531158354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlEa-XP81I/AAAAAAAAABY/I-X23623tBQ/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the last one is just a picute of the in-laws with their spouse. The couple in the back is Sarah and Brandon and the closer one is Dustin and Tara.  And they are both expecting =^D  YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlFAZQoRlI/AAAAAAAAABg/sn7MCcbun1I/s1600-h/1.92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289835110406309458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlFAZQoRlI/AAAAAAAAABg/sn7MCcbun1I/s320/1.92.jpg" 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;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;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;Hope the pictures are to yours liking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You's truly&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/5753255109526645109-2521046672899703666?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/2521046672899703666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2521046672899703666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/2521046672899703666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/SWlCm9mm3bI/AAAAAAAAABI/TE8UiQKYOgM/s72-c/3+only+better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-3787477618732571568</id><published>2009-01-09T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T19:30:52.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new classes</title><content type='html'>So this morning I had a meeting to change my classes.  Let me tell you it took foreeeeevvvvveeeerrrr...  ugh.  45 minutes.  Yeah.  So i have a new math class.  That was kinda sad.  I was just starting to like my class.  I was just getting along with my teacher.  Stupid stupid.  sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period I have Art.  I only know one person in there.  That sucks.  I know.  I didn't even get a PE class.  Weird huh?  But I got another elective.  I couldn't decide if I wanted to do piano or art and I guess I didn't have to choose between the two.  Lucky me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new classes are....&lt;br /&gt;Art first period&lt;br /&gt;Algebra II  second period (with a new teacher =^O )&lt;br /&gt;Honors English I third period (same teacher.  New student in there tho.  That's exciting)&lt;br /&gt;French I fourth period (Same teacher but I think I will change to Chineese next year.  The teacher is my neighbor.  =^) &lt;br /&gt;Lunch fifth period (Of course)&lt;br /&gt;Biology sixth period (Seme teacher unfortunatly Ugh)&lt;br /&gt;Beginning piano seventh period (technecially its intermediete but you can't take that until ur a sophmore.  Which I am not.  So I am taking a beginning class but getting hard stuff.  Fun fun right?  Oh and I have piano with my bestest friend!  *cough* sister/cuz *cough*  I am really happy about that= ^) &lt;br /&gt;So I am sastified with my new school day.  I am looking forward to the rest of the year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time=^)&lt;br /&gt;ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-3787477618732571568?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/3787477618732571568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-classes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3787477618732571568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/3787477618732571568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-new-classes.html' title='My new classes'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-5112135510759005615</id><published>2009-01-07T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:21:23.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Talk</title><content type='html'>So today Cap was gone from school and we had a sub and did nothing for those two periods.  I sat there and talked to my friends.  Very productive right?  My dad called and left a message for Cap telling him that he wanted me out of band.  Mike called me in and talked to me about it.  He asked what was wrong and I told him that I wanted to be out of  band.  He asked why.  I said because it was taking up too much time.  Time away from church and my family.  I didn't want to do that anymore.  He asked why I didn't have a problem with it for marching band.  Because in 2008 mutual was on Wensday and now its on Tursdays.  He didn't seem to understand that I would be away from chruch.  He asked if it was his fault that my church had changed days.  How do you answer that without being smart aleky?  So I just stayed quiet and tried to not have an 'attitude' with him.  (I guess I am famous for my attitude.  I have had multiple teachers tell me that I have one and my parents tell me constantly that I have one.  And when I asked my friends they said that yeah sometimes I do=^o) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually he asked me if I wanted to change classes.  If I wanted him to switch me out.  Because if I stayed in but wasn't in winter percussion what am I going to do everyday?  I agreed with him there.  How could you not.  It would be stupid for me to stay in there.  So he let me go promising that I would talk to Cap (NOOOOOOO!!!!  I don't wanna) and that he would try to change me, oh and that I was letting down the whole 35 people in winter percussion.  Whatever if there is 35 people in it why do they need me?  What I was doing in there was useless.  It was stupid.  It will not help me at all 'later on in life'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the reason I don't want to talk to Cap is because he is a meany.  Band is his life so it has to be everybody else's life.  UGH!  And his wife just had a baby so it is going to be that much worse.  He always seems to make me feel like a little piece of dirt.  I am terrified.  I really don't want to talk to him.  He will just yell and be dissapointed in me and whatever.  But whatever.  I will talk to him tomorrow and hopefully I will be out by next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if it seems like I was complaining the whole time.  But oh well I am in a funk.  I am not getting out until 3rd period tomorrow after I talk to Cap.  ugh.  Well actually I will still probably be in a funk until friday.  sorry.  I will still try to write again.  When a sudden thought comes to my head or when I just want to talk and make my blog look all important or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves,&lt;br /&gt;Kit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-5112135510759005615?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/5112135510759005615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5112135510759005615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/5112135510759005615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/talk.html' title='The Talk'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-1539178092405893101</id><published>2009-01-06T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T15:59:12.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>So my vacation is over and now I have to go back to the torture chamber. School. Duh Duh Duhhhhh. Sure I can name multiple people who love school and I do to most of the time. I just think that starting back and the whole first week is going to be the hardest. Today in English I had to take a writing prompt and I had taken it at the beginning of the year in my other class before I transfered to my current class. So it was pretty easy, =^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band is aldready starting up again with Tuesday and Thursday pratices. I won't have to go to much Thursday pratices, because I'm in pit. Thank goodness because that's when I have mutual. But I don't want to go tonight. I'm too tired. There won't be as many people there as there was before with marching band and everything, meaning no Cap. So I am looking forward to it. It is new and exciting... for me anyway. I haven't done Winter Percussion yet and people who have been in it past years say its really fun. So I hope I can have as much fun. No that is a lie.  I don't want to do band anymore.  But I have to.  Ugh I am just tired of it.  It is useless and takes up too much time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year I'm not so sure if I can do band because my mutual days will still be on Thursday and then Tuesday after that. I will not be able to get out of the pratices. And it takes up a lot of my time. In school I plan to not have any extra classes because I will be taking all my real classes and French counts as an elective and depending on what year it is for me either Science or History will be an elective. I plan to take both Science and History all the years I can. So my electives are pretty much packed. I would only be able to take band as p.e and that wouldn't help as much. So I think I will just X out band all together. Sorry peoples. But you see that is my current decision. I might decide differently next year or the year after. You never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is all I have time to write. Pratice is going to start in ten minutes. =^O I better wake up my sister so she can take me. For now I must leave you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye,&lt;br /&gt;all the different sides of me. (I don't know how many there are. New personalities come each day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-1539178092405893101?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/1539178092405893101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1539178092405893101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/1539178092405893101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753255109526645109.post-7411480606171819852</id><published>2009-01-05T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:49:16.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Hey!!  This is my amazing blog.  (not to be proud or anything)  I will try to post as often as I can =^)  I don't know how often that would be though...  Sorry.  Yeah... Everybody I know has a blog and I kinda felt left out.  Plus it could be helpful or somethin'.  So please enjoy!  Love y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5753255109526645109-7411480606171819852?l=kitbarros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/feeds/7411480606171819852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7411480606171819852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753255109526645109/posts/default/7411480606171819852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kitbarros.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Kit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07482571721618508438</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/_FJOZ-Q4G5YY/Svy7Y1vsnRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/bbwTBR0sIwU/S220/myspace+facebook+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
