<?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-6248274654337505297</id><updated>2012-01-27T19:37:45.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovering Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4444335404173167201</id><published>2012-01-27T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:40:29.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>I got a job.&lt;div&gt;I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're all shocked--but you should be super excited for me. :D I'm nervous, but I think I'll enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a substitute teacher, officially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids will all call me Miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bahahaha. Some of them will accidentally call me mom. That I know, because I've done it, even in high school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4444335404173167201?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4444335404173167201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4444335404173167201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4444335404173167201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4444335404173167201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2012/01/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2382370124103270752</id><published>2012-01-27T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T18:30:04.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reveal: Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you all know, I bought the Dressing Your Truth Course and took the 30 day challenge. I'm not sure how often I mentioned it, but I talked about getting my hair cut and how awesome it would be. For my birthday, my loving family tried to give me money to go towards my haircut. Unfortunately, That money went toward my food :D (I have to eat somehow). For Christmas, I received enough money to get my haircut at the DYT salon. Yay! So, Big Sis and I made our appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the big day, Jeigh Bee, Big Sis, and the Nieces all went to the salon. It was fun. with the foil in my hair and the cape thing on, I chased the nieces around pretending to be a monster. They squealed and ran around the store. It was cute. :D anyway, so I'm sure you're curious as to what I did with my hair. Well, I got it cut and Emily gave me some fun layers, and I also got some highlights and some lowlights. Overall the effect is darker, but I think it has lightened a bit since then. We did my hair all fun and big. It doesn't look like this every day, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before: Emily had me take out my flower and put on this coat thing to provide a little more contrast for the reveal. If you would kindly notice my eyes, you might realize that while the make up is touched up in the after picture, it really is basically the same as in the before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eu65pD7bFo/TyNZHPLWwbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZLnVoEzovv4/s400/IMG_0929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702499534049296818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. Drum Roll, Please..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After: Everything I am wearing in this picture belongs to me and was worn to the salon (minus the necklace, which I purchased that day).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R5rrENb0P4A/TyNZHJGoB7I/AAAAAAAAAnc/KZDxVRiBVUg/s400/IMG_0930.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702499532418844594" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DZKidoFj8JQ/TyNZH9l4qGI/AAAAAAAAAno/HVTIrqLyfoo/s400/IMG_0931.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702499546508601442" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is Big Sis and I; aren't we beautiful? This picture is my favorite. We have chicken legs. and I just realized what I remind myself of in this picture. Bestie will appreciate this: I look like the duck on Chicken Little that plays Abby in the film adaptation of their story. It's the bangs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1heZ9LMQrBw/TyNZIZtGnOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/71q4mTPw9Do/s400/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702499554055068898" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f94O8EOk1GQ/TyNZI9ZCcPI/AAAAAAAAAoA/oNLCUR0R1pQ/s400/IMG_0933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702499563634585842" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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/6248274654337505297-2382370124103270752?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2382370124103270752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2382370124103270752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2382370124103270752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2382370124103270752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2012/01/reveal-before-and-after.html' title='The Reveal: Before and After'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3eu65pD7bFo/TyNZHPLWwbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ZLnVoEzovv4/s72-c/IMG_0929.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6070070694041583268</id><published>2011-11-15T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:17:42.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Dot Org</title><content type='html'>Say whaaaaaaaaaaaaat???&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mormon.org profile is published on the website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go check it out to see my pretty face and read my pretty thoughts on being a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can access it by clicking on the little pink square on the right side of this blog that says 'I believe.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6070070694041583268?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6070070694041583268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6070070694041583268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6070070694041583268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6070070694041583268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/11/mormon-dot-org.html' title='Mormon Dot Org'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5642389877797752356</id><published>2011-11-02T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T11:38:36.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Style and Glasses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like my new glasses. They are purple and pretty much the perfect color. The outside is dark purple and the inside is a light horn pattern, also purple. I also like the shape. I think they're cool. I was complimented on them yesterday by a boy. That means I'm keeping them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's freezing. well, below freezing, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJf_Ly_jdCA/TrGLvlPe3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VRsWbyV27w0/s1600/IMG_1260.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJf_Ly_jdCA/TrGLvlPe3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VRsWbyV27w0/s400/IMG_1260.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670467055403326690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTuWx2dQWIU/TrGLu-4Fw8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/26Laos5uG5g/s1600/IMG_1259.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTuWx2dQWIU/TrGLu-4Fw8I/AAAAAAAAAmE/26Laos5uG5g/s400/IMG_1259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670467045104665538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD586Hp0z7U/TrGLua3VlkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/qE9lEMdy4nI/s1600/IMG_1258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aD586Hp0z7U/TrGLua3VlkI/AAAAAAAAAl4/qE9lEMdy4nI/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670467035437831746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5642389877797752356?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5642389877797752356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5642389877797752356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5642389877797752356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5642389877797752356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/11/style-and-glasses.html' title='Style and Glasses'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJf_Ly_jdCA/TrGLvlPe3OI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VRsWbyV27w0/s72-c/IMG_1260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4190167836455930502</id><published>2011-10-31T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:29:51.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Nevada Day! Oh, and Happy Halloween!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As only a few of you may know--actually, probably most of you, seeing as most of you are family--today is Nevada Day. It's a joyous event where we dress up in Costumes and eat candy--oh, and there's no school. Of course this is only applicable in Nevada. However, I'm fairly certain that all the other states wanted to be a little Nevada-y, so they all dress up and eat candy too. They just don't get school off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, In keeping with the tradition of dressing up, Bestie and I wanted to dress up as some of our favorite characters. We went to our stake party as Fran and Freba from the SNL skit Fran and Freba. I was Fran, and Bestie was Freba. In the skit Fran is played by a man, so She is much taller than Freba. Well, Bestie is about 4 inches taller than I am, so even in my 3 inch heels and her in her flats, she was still taller. Oh well. It was way fun. We decided I would be Fran because I can act like a man acting like a girl much better than she can...??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both have rather longish hair so I got creative and made it look somewhat like the real deal. I did both of our hairs with pin curls. The amazing thing is how well they stayed in. I started my hair at 4:00 pm. The last picture in this post is us at Midnight. I believe that is 8 hours. The only thing different is that my bangs were falling out. That is pretty dang impressive, if I do say so myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To watch the original skit, go to this link, &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/52191/saturday-night-live-fran-and-freba"&gt;http://www.hulu.com/watch/52191/saturday-night-live-fran-and-freba&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4zTU3pXe2Y/Tq7S3SUmo-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QjHFEy-Gx5M/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4zTU3pXe2Y/Tq7S3SUmo-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QjHFEy-Gx5M/s400/IMG_1243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669700828158927842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the original Fran and Freba for reference. Fran is in the coral half sweater on the right and Freba is on the left. This picture is of them putting of lotion. We have a video of us doing the same thing. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4zTU3pXe2Y/Tq7S3SUmo-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QjHFEy-Gx5M/s1600/IMG_1243.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ih49T-ORhbk/Tq7YIZVNZtI/AAAAAAAAAls/RdvpIeMgp10/s400/60761_512x288_generated__KC03-5i46EKv6FZKYecG%252BA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669706619656431314" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSo80q7rCqQ/Tq7StrviIqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UFM9OEXI_cU/s400/IMG_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669700663184073378" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSo80q7rCqQ/Tq7StrviIqI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UFM9OEXI_cU/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-79xtrCl1s_I/Tq7YII_ACrI/AAAAAAAAAlg/zAE8JBUvBD8/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669706615268313778" style="display: block; 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Oh, and Happy Halloween!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A4zTU3pXe2Y/Tq7S3SUmo-I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QjHFEy-Gx5M/s72-c/IMG_1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3624069590114800600</id><published>2011-10-26T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T13:36:26.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to do something extra special today but then I realized that it probably wouldn't look that extra, so I just did what I do everyday. :D I took all these pictures and there weren't that many blurry ones or messed up ones, so I couldn't decide which ones to leave out. so you get them all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was going to post this earlier today, but I was babysitting and my niece doesn't like it when she's not the center of my attention. :D Now that I've taken her to the real babysitters, I can blog in peace. Or rather, now that I have nothing to do, I will fill my boredom with blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_H9D4ynKHAw/Tqhr22ehN3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OhzfYWjPqno/s1600/Day%2B30_IMG_1228.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_H9D4ynKHAw/Tqhr22ehN3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OhzfYWjPqno/s400/Day%2B30_IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667898721126397810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out, Bestie is makin' her debut on my blog. I didn't intentionally get her blow drying her hair in my pictures, but she is there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5gvO3wVOVQ/Tqhr1y_racI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yNTaP99WYYI/s1600/Day%2B30_IMG_1229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T5gvO3wVOVQ/Tqhr1y_racI/AAAAAAAAAfk/yNTaP99WYYI/s400/Day%2B30_IMG_1229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667898703011867074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_mMf4ijY1M/Tqhr1kCZCsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yxoVNqbNUBM/s1600/Day%2B30_IMG_1231.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_mMf4ijY1M/Tqhr1kCZCsI/AAAAAAAAAfU/yxoVNqbNUBM/s400/Day%2B30_IMG_1231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667898698996714178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-im6okqdW0ao/Tqhr02FHWvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bJ1TSaU9Vs8/s1600/Day%2B30_IMG_1232.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-im6okqdW0ao/Tqhr02FHWvI/AAAAAAAAAfM/bJ1TSaU9Vs8/s400/Day%2B30_IMG_1232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667898686660106994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvAD4U2JCUY/Tqhr0RrucCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FMX0TbGpgMU/s1600/Day%2B30_IMG_1233.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MvAD4U2JCUY/Tqhr0RrucCI/AAAAAAAAAe8/FMX0TbGpgMU/s400/Day%2B30_IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667898676889940002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3624069590114800600?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3624069590114800600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3624069590114800600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3624069590114800600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3624069590114800600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-30.html' title='The Challenge, Day 30'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_H9D4ynKHAw/Tqhr22ehN3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/OhzfYWjPqno/s72-c/Day%2B30_IMG_1228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4642071562091566135</id><published>2011-10-25T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:12:01.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it is already Day 29? It just occurred to me that tomorrow is the last day of the challenge. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll probably still take pictures of myself everyday because I just like it. but I don't want to stop blogging. I'll have to find something else to blog about to keep my habit regular. we'll see. Maybe I'll be adventurous and find something new to take a picture of  periodically to practice my photography skills. Wouldn't that be fun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlT0-Oqe_hA/TqeGGMk3wBI/AAAAAAAAAes/yg0cMPgHudA/s1600/Day%2B29_IMG_1222.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlT0-Oqe_hA/TqeGGMk3wBI/AAAAAAAAAes/yg0cMPgHudA/s400/Day%2B29_IMG_1222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667646097082269714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glpyZxExh8U/TqeGFR3votI/AAAAAAAAAeg/W2Mf_gCvj1Q/s1600/Day%2B29_IMG_1224.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-glpyZxExh8U/TqeGFR3votI/AAAAAAAAAeg/W2Mf_gCvj1Q/s400/Day%2B29_IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667646081323737810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4G1DhfOxFGA/TqeGE7rR-vI/AAAAAAAAAeU/S-Pb_NxWsLA/s1600/Day%2B29_IMG_1227.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4G1DhfOxFGA/TqeGE7rR-vI/AAAAAAAAAeU/S-Pb_NxWsLA/s400/Day%2B29_IMG_1227.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667646075365882610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was looking through my pictures, getting rid of bad ones and rotating sideways ones and such, when I came across this one. I thought it was super funny because I don't remember taking it. I am usually pretty careful about keeping the camera off to the side so it doesn't cover any of me and my outfit, so I found it funny that I would take a picture with  it right in my face. Check out the focus on my hand and how it's more blurry behind my hands. cool, huh?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsIW5q_qSIQ/TqeGEnc4DfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/F4uVhVcZpRs/s1600/Day%2B29_IMG_1226.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsIW5q_qSIQ/TqeGEnc4DfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/F4uVhVcZpRs/s400/Day%2B29_IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667646069936754162" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6248274654337505297-4642071562091566135?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4642071562091566135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4642071562091566135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4642071562091566135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4642071562091566135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-29.html' title='The Challenge, Day 29'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlT0-Oqe_hA/TqeGGMk3wBI/AAAAAAAAAes/yg0cMPgHudA/s72-c/Day%2B29_IMG_1222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2997212651370077664</id><published>2011-10-24T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:26:51.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 28</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to DI Saturday morning and I got this sweater thing. I think it's pretty. When I went to Khols with Big Sis, I got this pearl necklace and some earrings. Today, I decided to wear those items. the purpose of the sweater is for my Halloween costume, but hey, It's even better if I can wear it anytime I want. :D I get to spend time with my niece, today. It's gonna be good. So far, I've done some dishes. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPQIMiMTPV4/TqWnrvQWYGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3sKS3StFoWg/s1600/Day%2B28_IMG_1213.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPQIMiMTPV4/TqWnrvQWYGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3sKS3StFoWg/s400/Day%2B28_IMG_1213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667120075976892514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtayf3JavfA/TqWnreGVX6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/gryrYdzqqAI/s1600/Day%2B28_IMG_1215.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dtayf3JavfA/TqWnreGVX6I/AAAAAAAAAdw/gryrYdzqqAI/s400/Day%2B28_IMG_1215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667120071371480994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2997212651370077664?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2997212651370077664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2997212651370077664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2997212651370077664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2997212651370077664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-28.html' title='The Challenge, Day 28'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPQIMiMTPV4/TqWnrvQWYGI/AAAAAAAAAeA/3sKS3StFoWg/s72-c/Day%2B28_IMG_1213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5409729300769364945</id><published>2011-10-23T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:28:50.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I missed yesterday, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty busy day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won the football game! Yay! And I saw Anne Tuttle Brown. I didn't say hi to her, but I saw her climbing the bleachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today, I did not match. look at that. But I'm still so so cute. :D And I'm in a way weird mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided to name one of my future children Kardon or Karlin. This means I have to marry a Collin or a Brandon. Story: We were discussing where my name comes from and how I should carry on the tradition, so I decided to see what guy names would sound good with mine, and those two were good ones. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFjnNKbuiZg/TqTuk0osd3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LFGGgBBnesw/s1600/Day%2B27_IMG_1204.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFjnNKbuiZg/TqTuk0osd3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LFGGgBBnesw/s400/Day%2B27_IMG_1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666916547510957938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKuEog7RYNY/TqTukc9oy-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/M7FjABvlVtA/s1600/Day%2B27_IMG_1209.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKuEog7RYNY/TqTukc9oy-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/M7FjABvlVtA/s400/Day%2B27_IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666916541156346850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtFtAyroDrI/TqTukJYNirI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Px6wfH0DRI0/s1600/Day%2B27_IMG_1211.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LtFtAyroDrI/TqTukJYNirI/AAAAAAAAAdM/Px6wfH0DRI0/s400/Day%2B27_IMG_1211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666916535899097778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5409729300769364945?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5409729300769364945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5409729300769364945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5409729300769364945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5409729300769364945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-27.html' title='The Challenge, Day 27'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFjnNKbuiZg/TqTuk0osd3I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LFGGgBBnesw/s72-c/Day%2B27_IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6788980967975174060</id><published>2011-10-21T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:55:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One reason I did not bother to retake the ACT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I do better the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I made the 2 chocolate cakes for my home teachers; those cakes were perfect. almost. They were big and fluffy and only cracked on one corner: easy fix with frosting. The next cake I made was Jeff's yellow cake. It sunk in the middle, and more pieces detached themselves from it. It didn't turn out too too bad though. Then, today, I made the white cake for the ward  Fall Fest. Can we say disaster? I was way excited because it came out looking more like the chocolate cakes then like the yellow: It was big and fluffy. Unfortunately that did not last. Soon the cake was in about seven pieces. I was so sad. I almost gave up. I was really excited to decorate it with Boo; I had even dyed the batter orange to be Halloweeny, but now I didn't see how it would work out. I figured we would end up making a new cake, so I went ahead a glued it together with frosting, the best I could, and decorated it how I had planned. It LOOKS great, but when someone cuts into that cake, their gonna be shocked. You can't tell from the picture, but it is all lumpy and misshaped. My roommates think it is perfectly acceptable. I feel bad and deceitful. But I am still incredibly impressed with how I managed to make it look together and over all good, but I'm positive that it is mostly made of frosting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moral of the story, I tend to do progressively worse at things that I try. Most people start out bad and do better with the next try, but I do my best to be perfect the first time and get lazy for the other attempts. With cakes and drawings, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg_XDpaWav0/TqIewZqXAHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yiF0olr9x6E/s1600/IMG_1200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg_XDpaWav0/TqIewZqXAHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yiF0olr9x6E/s400/IMG_1200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666125098056614002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIUOehC_-vM/TqIewI3dBOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aTlCt5ErDds/s1600/IMG_1203.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BIUOehC_-vM/TqIewI3dBOI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aTlCt5ErDds/s400/IMG_1203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666125093548131554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6788980967975174060?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6788980967975174060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6788980967975174060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6788980967975174060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6788980967975174060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-reason-i-did-not-bother-to-retake.html' title='One reason I did not bother to retake the ACT'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kg_XDpaWav0/TqIewZqXAHI/AAAAAAAAAdA/yiF0olr9x6E/s72-c/IMG_1200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6659589362357344552</id><published>2011-10-21T11:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T12:07:07.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Days 24 and 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thursday, Oct 20, Day 24:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mostly read my book this day. I'm reading the Baseball Box Prophecy by Bruce Newbold. It's a pretty good book. There is a lot about baseball in it, so at first i wasn't sure if I would be able to get into it. I've learned a lot about baseball, I might start watching the sport. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also baked 3 cakes. 2 for my 2 home teachers who helped me this summer, and 1 for my friend who has been hounding me for a cake for a couple weeks. :D they turned out pretty good. Since those ones all have boys' names on them, I will take a picture of the one I make today that is for the cake walk in the ward Fall Fest tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks ago, a friend of mine was giving away a bunch of her clothes. I found this lovely shirt during that process. I like the pattern on it, it's like little oval paint drops and they're all soft tones so they blend well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really need to get me a bigger round brush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igf-a8iW6fE/TqG_VWG89mI/AAAAAAAAAco/-7-rKd6C6Tk/s1600/Day%2B24_IMG_1180.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igf-a8iW6fE/TqG_VWG89mI/AAAAAAAAAco/-7-rKd6C6Tk/s400/Day%2B24_IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666020179641693794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUQkWsbrtMM/TqG_UR-0OXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/n3ZTWkY3RAM/s1600/Day%2B24_IMG_1182.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wUQkWsbrtMM/TqG_UR-0OXI/AAAAAAAAAcg/n3ZTWkY3RAM/s400/Day%2B24_IMG_1182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666020161353955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvj_oJSrH1U/TqG_UL6tBqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ba0FtHf1ueY/s1600/Day%2B24_IMG_1183.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mvj_oJSrH1U/TqG_UL6tBqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/ba0FtHf1ueY/s400/Day%2B24_IMG_1183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666020159726093986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Oct 21, Day 25:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I wanted to wear another scarf. So I picked out one of my favorite ones, it has purple green and blue in it as well as some silver. I don't like having things close to my neck, so I don't usually wear scarves. Today i really wanted to wear this one, but I didn't want to just leave it hanging down, and I didn't want to tie it up, so I made into a loose necklace thing. That wasn't working too too well, so I just tied the ends and doubled it up (see last picture).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started getting ready for Halloween. I practiced doing my hair, and I'm going shopping tonight and tomorrow for the necessary accessories. :D Stay tuned to see what I am for Halloween.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErR1aXZTwBc/TqG--1VI9bI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PBrBjM051T0/s1600/Day%2B25_IMG_1190.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ErR1aXZTwBc/TqG--1VI9bI/AAAAAAAAAcE/PBrBjM051T0/s400/Day%2B25_IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666019792885708210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKXpdMdSgso/TqG--Ba3FrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ps2AEt3xpY0/s1600/Day%2B25_IMG_1194.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKXpdMdSgso/TqG--Ba3FrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ps2AEt3xpY0/s400/Day%2B25_IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666019778951059122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5gMSSlcQo8/TqG-9jsj74I/AAAAAAAAAbs/d0ZjYm-gM_E/s1600/Day%2B25_IMG_1196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5gMSSlcQo8/TqG-9jsj74I/AAAAAAAAAbs/d0ZjYm-gM_E/s400/Day%2B25_IMG_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666019770972237698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkAQ_pgwLqE/TqG-9bIPaBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1FijZ7-zdkI/s1600/Day%2B25_IMG_1199.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FkAQ_pgwLqE/TqG-9bIPaBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/1FijZ7-zdkI/s400/Day%2B25_IMG_1199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666019768672413714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6659589362357344552?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6659589362357344552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6659589362357344552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6659589362357344552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6659589362357344552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-days-24-and-25.html' title='The Challenge, Days 24 and 25'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-igf-a8iW6fE/TqG_VWG89mI/AAAAAAAAAco/-7-rKd6C6Tk/s72-c/Day%2B24_IMG_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2037002375320699717</id><published>2011-10-19T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:19:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm sporting a matching scarf and flower. I made both. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to branch out a little more and try the red with my blue and gray. oooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also decided to wear a scarf. I don't have a ton of jewelry, but I wanted to wear something on my neck. This is what I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera must be getting bored of me, because it has been getting increasingly harder to get nice pictures out of it. I think the battery needs to be charged, but it doesn't say so yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaSF3Bqf7d4/Tp8TwwsJUvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bx2jUvaNmeE/s1600/Day%2B23_IMG_1159.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaSF3Bqf7d4/Tp8TwwsJUvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bx2jUvaNmeE/s400/Day%2B23_IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665268584680084210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzD7s0Bm0CQ/Tp8TwXDMCnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NCwrzv4TNCE/s1600/Day%2B23_IMG_1160.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzD7s0Bm0CQ/Tp8TwXDMCnI/AAAAAAAAAbI/NCwrzv4TNCE/s400/Day%2B23_IMG_1160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665268577797409394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6voZb2ggOY/Tp8Tv1FxLQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nwR6Us-4vQ8/s1600/Day%2B23_IMG_1168.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6voZb2ggOY/Tp8Tv1FxLQI/AAAAAAAAAa4/nwR6Us-4vQ8/s400/Day%2B23_IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665268568681426178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPlGrMmWhoU/Tp8Tvk_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAas/jJaQFqCX8po/s1600/Day%2B23_IMG_1169.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPlGrMmWhoU/Tp8Tvk_Ka9I/AAAAAAAAAas/jJaQFqCX8po/s400/Day%2B23_IMG_1169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665268564358753234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2037002375320699717?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2037002375320699717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2037002375320699717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2037002375320699717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2037002375320699717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-23.html' title='The Challenge, Day 23'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aaSF3Bqf7d4/Tp8TwwsJUvI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Bx2jUvaNmeE/s72-c/Day%2B23_IMG_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5749470975143855879</id><published>2011-10-18T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T12:12:47.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Day 22.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want to save up enough money to get my hair cut before Day 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That probably won't happen, so maybe I'll do the 30 days, and when I have enough, then I'll go in and have my free consultation and hair cut! That would be so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally I wipe off my lipstick before I take my pictures because I think it is too dark, but this time, I did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've noticed that since I started doing this challenge, my eyes almost always stand out. I never used to notice them so much. I would see other things about me first, but now I always see my eyes, and I think they are super pretty. Call me narcissistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRbMWlbM4gA/Tp3OObLlynI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Q9_mLtACow/s1600/Day%2B22_IMG_1152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRbMWlbM4gA/Tp3OObLlynI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Q9_mLtACow/s400/Day%2B22_IMG_1152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664910653511813746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlSvwba3ZPg/Tp3ONiANc6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/a0hE_II0Q88/s1600/Day%2B22_IMG_1154.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlSvwba3ZPg/Tp3ONiANc6I/AAAAAAAAAaY/a0hE_II0Q88/s400/Day%2B22_IMG_1154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664910638163260322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvo5bCnKQaM/Tp3ONdxnzWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1Bq8Q2Q2bOE/s1600/Day%2B22_IMG_1155.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvo5bCnKQaM/Tp3ONdxnzWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1Bq8Q2Q2bOE/s400/Day%2B22_IMG_1155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664910637028330850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REpMFseonu0/Tp3ONOVxEoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q75t6jBG7s4/s1600/Day%2B22_IMG_1158.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-REpMFseonu0/Tp3ONOVxEoI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Q75t6jBG7s4/s400/Day%2B22_IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664910632884966018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5749470975143855879?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5749470975143855879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5749470975143855879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5749470975143855879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5749470975143855879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-22.html' title='The Challenge, Day 22'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RRbMWlbM4gA/Tp3OObLlynI/AAAAAAAAAag/_Q9_mLtACow/s72-c/Day%2B22_IMG_1152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6657598210650826700</id><published>2011-10-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:18:44.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You know when you're with a large group of people and someone decides it will be super smart for everyone to tell their most embarrassing moment? Well, I never really knew what to say. i usually avoid doing things that might embarrass me later. I also don't usually get embarrassed by the things I do, because I prefer to just laugh at myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a couple of months ago, I experienced my most embarrassing moment. Most likely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was caught on film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was messing around with some co-workers during a lull. We were listening to Divine Comedy's Firebolt song ( a Harry Potter rendition of Katy Perry's Firework). I was spinning around on the spinny chair, while Lesa and Sarah were doing whatever. Next thing I know, I'm on my face on the ground. It was hilarious! The best part was that it was totally caught on film. It's taken a while for my friend to figure out how to get it up on youtube, but now it's there. Without further ado, my most embarrassing moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eSs0kBm1C_0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6657598210650826700?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6657598210650826700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6657598210650826700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6657598210650826700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6657598210650826700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/most-embarrassing-moment.html' title='Most Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/eSs0kBm1C_0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3768738073865158082</id><published>2011-10-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:32:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Days 20 and 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Day 20, Sunday, Oct 16:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I put my hair in rags so it would be nice and curly the next day. Oooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxL9ytmXr64/Tpx_8ToHtWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G3xfSAbdSak/s1600/Day%2B20_IMG_1133.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxL9ytmXr64/Tpx_8ToHtWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G3xfSAbdSak/s400/Day%2B20_IMG_1133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664543105362670946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't work too too well, but I fixed some of the straight pieces and put it up. I wore my gray rose dress that I bought for graduation. I didn't think I looked that great, but apparently nobody else thought that.&lt;div&gt;I went to choir practice that morning and about three people commented on how amazing I looked. they would gesture to all of me and just be almost speechless. weird. Then I continued to receive similar reactions all through church, so I started keeping a tally. Fourteen people made the same comment to me throughout the day. My favorite one was from a boy; he said, "Karrae, you're looking very tall today." bahaha. Anyway, I didn't get a good picture of my whole outfit, but you can see the back of my head. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDO8pAwF86I/Tpx_8CQp8jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vDRE0nx3A4U/s1600/Day%2B20_IMG_1136.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDO8pAwF86I/Tpx_8CQp8jI/AAAAAAAAAZk/vDRE0nx3A4U/s400/Day%2B20_IMG_1136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664543100700848690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSu6oWjoY8/Tpx-9SODcZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4mBoqv_llhs/s1600/Day%2B20_IMG_1140.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kKSu6oWjoY8/Tpx-9SODcZI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4mBoqv_llhs/s400/Day%2B20_IMG_1140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664542022653145490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp1yn2-vXRs/Tpx-9Os_htI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dlc0m7p8uQY/s1600/Day%2B20_IMG_1141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rp1yn2-vXRs/Tpx-9Os_htI/AAAAAAAAAZI/dlc0m7p8uQY/s400/Day%2B20_IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664542021709170386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 21, Monday, Oct 17:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I slept in a whole extra hour today. Bad idea. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just threw my hair up and put a headband on to cover the grossest part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate says I look like I'm ready to run off and exercise with Richard Simmons. Thanks, Red, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuJwJL9Z5RA/Tpx-9GI7idI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1zV38VE5iew/s1600/Day%2B21_IMG_1144.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BuJwJL9Z5RA/Tpx-9GI7idI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1zV38VE5iew/s400/Day%2B21_IMG_1144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664542019410430418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZRgyyhtAzk/Tpx-8ZkijJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a72S-az4pjE/s1600/Day%2B21_IMG_1146.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZRgyyhtAzk/Tpx-8ZkijJI/AAAAAAAAAY4/a72S-az4pjE/s400/Day%2B21_IMG_1146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664542007446637714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziHEa0alWc0/Tpx-8DC1lpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/v4rgvczIFF4/s1600/Day%2B21_IMG_1150.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ziHEa0alWc0/Tpx-8DC1lpI/AAAAAAAAAYo/v4rgvczIFF4/s400/Day%2B21_IMG_1150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664542001399699090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3768738073865158082?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3768738073865158082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3768738073865158082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3768738073865158082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3768738073865158082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-days-20-and-21.html' title='The Challenge, Days 20 and 21'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YxL9ytmXr64/Tpx_8ToHtWI/AAAAAAAAAZw/G3xfSAbdSak/s72-c/Day%2B20_IMG_1133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-1117006900738907694</id><published>2011-10-15T17:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T18:22:19.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today I wanted to come up with a good second day hair do. At the hands-on event they talked about doing a twist down into a low side ponytail. I tried it and decided it would look good in a bun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I picked out a nice 3/4 sleeves shirt to wear but I didn't want to wear it by itself, so I was looking in my closet for one to wear over it. I grabbed a purple shirt. A bright purple shirt. Everybody vetoed the idea, so I put this one on. I put my green flower in my hair to spice it up. ooOOoo. I think I'm wearing 5 different colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYLxFvJNDHI/TpopN0dUTeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WZUPfBRWxx0/s400/Day%2B19_IMG_1100.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663884798768467426" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oldXFM6PIqg/TpopOGJd-SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XQrK6zXB224/s1600/Day%2B19_IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oldXFM6PIqg/TpopOGJd-SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XQrK6zXB224/s400/Day%2B19_IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663884803517053218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oldXFM6PIqg/TpopOGJd-SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XQrK6zXB224/s1600/Day%2B19_IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr2vX_EQhpQ/TpopOXpTNNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TrG7nR2s8eM/s400/Day%2B19_IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663884808213968082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I went up the canyon with some friends, the leaves are so beautiful. It's amazing how  many more colors there are since last Saturday. Then I went ice skating with some more friends. Here is a lovely picture of us on the ice. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oldXFM6PIqg/TpopOGJd-SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/XQrK6zXB224/s1600/Day%2B19_IMG_1101.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fR_nb_mLEew/TpopkH7yC9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/-IyUbjWOV6w/s400/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663885181953641426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another friend told us not to cut our fingers. We were confused, so she told us that we should keep our fingers tucked when we fall so people don't run them over and cut them. So this is me showing how far my finders are from my blades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYLxFvJNDHI/TpopN0dUTeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WZUPfBRWxx0/s1600/Day%2B19_IMG_1100.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qr2vX_EQhpQ/TpopOXpTNNI/AAAAAAAAAYE/TrG7nR2s8eM/s1600/Day%2B19_IMG_1104.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rRqt2bKsl0E/TpopO7SzuQI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/V4cGIMFrr4s/s400/IMG_1129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663884817783306498" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6248274654337505297-1117006900738907694?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/1117006900738907694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=1117006900738907694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1117006900738907694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1117006900738907694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-19.html' title='The Challenge, Day 19'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KYLxFvJNDHI/TpopN0dUTeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/WZUPfBRWxx0/s72-c/Day%2B19_IMG_1100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-178033384454884932</id><published>2011-10-14T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:38:25.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hands-on event was awesome last night! We learned about incorporating our secondary type into our everyday dress. I'm excited to add some sparkles. ooooOOOOOoooooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought new type 2 clothes: a pair of pants, a pair of capris, and this awesome coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today, I wore my new pink pants I bought. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wore a sash, that I braided. It looks way cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I incorporated one of my new flowers I made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used one of the tips from last night when I did my makeup: I used purple eye shadow on my eyebrows instead using brown. I bet you couldn't even tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made homemade hamburgers today. so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a confession; I'm a little vain. As much as I complain about how awkward it is to take pictures of myself everyday, I think the reason I feel it is awkward is because I'm afraid you might catch on to that fact. Oh well, secret's out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzJYnXLwqR8/Tpi_gCXyf2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/1pCuDZpCnbA/s1600/Day%2B18_IMG_1078.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzJYnXLwqR8/Tpi_gCXyf2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/1pCuDZpCnbA/s400/Day%2B18_IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487088531767138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZroEhX2hC6o/Tpi_ff-g-oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/co8gyD--7Is/s1600/Day%2B18_IMG_1081.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZroEhX2hC6o/Tpi_ff-g-oI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/co8gyD--7Is/s400/Day%2B18_IMG_1081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487079298955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I took 21 pictures today. This is the result of taking so many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLW7lTETKpw/Tpi_ejZKKWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ah3fJneJKNg/s1600/Day%2B18_IMG_1088.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GLW7lTETKpw/Tpi_ejZKKWI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ah3fJneJKNg/s400/Day%2B18_IMG_1088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487063036143970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my new gray coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZwBfjUNdOc/Tpi_d-Z0MMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hUupmXTLcO4/s1600/Day%2B18_IMG_1089.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KZwBfjUNdOc/Tpi_d-Z0MMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/hUupmXTLcO4/s400/Day%2B18_IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487053106786498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNVHJKKHRc4/Tpi_dkXTXWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7nan0Mjabnw/s1600/Day%2B18_IMG_1093.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RNVHJKKHRc4/Tpi_dkXTXWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/7nan0Mjabnw/s400/Day%2B18_IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663487046116924770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I cut Tootles hair today. The fourth time I've ever cut hair. He asked me to take before and after pictures so he could make it in my blog. so here's for you tootles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We didn't have an apron, so he got stuffed into a garbage bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--Un9UxwQBGM/Tpi93_mkwvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/oe6GSiJ0jgw/s400/IMG_1094.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663485301082079986" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgVbhHovLJg/Tpi94bsgWOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6yVsx64hVLE/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgVbhHovLJg/Tpi94bsgWOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6yVsx64hVLE/s400/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663485308623149282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgVbhHovLJg/Tpi94bsgWOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6yVsx64hVLE/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qA1kO0dRVd0/Tpi9420kJ4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/5-TuOs7dGuQ/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663485315904710530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Be free! Brake out of your cocoon, little butterfly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vh374Fx5OgM/Tpi95lEzY2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/q7CwWpuWkZo/s400/IMG_1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663485328320848738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YgVbhHovLJg/Tpi94bsgWOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/6yVsx64hVLE/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dS3eRc4kexY/Tpi96Uwy7dI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SLDdWoqSu24/s400/IMG_1099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663485341121834450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-178033384454884932?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/178033384454884932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=178033384454884932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/178033384454884932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/178033384454884932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-18.html' title='The Challenge, Day 18'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzJYnXLwqR8/Tpi_gCXyf2I/AAAAAAAAAXc/1pCuDZpCnbA/s72-c/Day%2B18_IMG_1078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2902567154381841414</id><published>2011-10-13T15:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:42:10.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Creativity of Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I decided to make some more flowers. I got a little carried away. oh well. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The top two are the ones I made when Big Sis taught me how to do it. The five on the bottom are the ones I made today. Aren't they just so perdy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgUhjWgTzwc/Tpdo064ds6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZLFuh5qhs6g/s1600/IMG_1072.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgUhjWgTzwc/Tpdo064ds6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZLFuh5qhs6g/s400/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663110314810258338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2902567154381841414?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2902567154381841414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2902567154381841414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2902567154381841414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2902567154381841414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-creativity-of-me.html' title='Oh, The Creativity of Me!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RgUhjWgTzwc/Tpdo064ds6I/AAAAAAAAAVk/ZLFuh5qhs6g/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3463089113260382389</id><published>2011-10-13T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T10:06:49.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm going to be productive today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up and ready for the day by 9:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the DYT hands on event. I am excited to go with Big Sis and Jeighbee! I'm also irrationally nervous. I feel like I have to look my cutest to go to these events. Don't worry, I know I shouldn't worry about it because when I dress my truth I always look cute. but still, I just harbor these feelings that they know more about how I should look than I do. But that's why I am doing this challenge; to make myself my personal expert. I don't need nobody else to tell me how I act or feel or how I should dress. I know for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, off my soap box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how I look today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6J2SD2d9z9Y/TpcYQSkIfjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2VSnJZ5kIY/s1600/Day%2B17_IMG_1069.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6J2SD2d9z9Y/TpcYQSkIfjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2VSnJZ5kIY/s400/Day%2B17_IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663021724582051378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjM9kTLoeeA/TpcYQIT8AFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/s89BwXFCYy4/s1600/Day%2B17_IMG_1068.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjM9kTLoeeA/TpcYQIT8AFI/AAAAAAAAAVI/s89BwXFCYy4/s400/Day%2B17_IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663021721829769298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekL5d7gCTDI/TpcYP2Z6XuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/idma7zNiziY/s1600/Day%2B17_IMG_1067.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ekL5d7gCTDI/TpcYP2Z6XuI/AAAAAAAAAU8/idma7zNiziY/s400/Day%2B17_IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663021717022990050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3463089113260382389?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3463089113260382389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3463089113260382389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3463089113260382389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3463089113260382389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-17.html' title='The Challenge, Day 17'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6J2SD2d9z9Y/TpcYQSkIfjI/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2VSnJZ5kIY/s72-c/Day%2B17_IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4979087144932923406</id><published>2011-10-13T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:53:46.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 16</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, Day 16, Oct 12:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I curled up on my bed and read a book all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started like this, I woke up at 4 in the morning thinking I was gonna be late. I went back to bed. I got up at 6:20 and really was going to be late. I put on some jeans and a coat and went to Big Sis's house looking like I rolled out of bed, which I did. She left and I read my book while nefling #2 slept. When she woke up I took her to Jeighbee's house. I was planning on going straight to bed when I got home, but my book was captivating, and I love reading. So I crawled in my bed and read. My roomie, we'll call her Red, left for class. when she got home at 2:30 she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; found me still in my bed reading. It was glorious. I love reading. Then I got up and watched some episodes of Psych with Red. I finally took a shower and got ready for the day at 4:00.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to a pregnancy appointment with Big Sis to watch nefling #2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the new season Premiere of Psych.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All around great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pictures for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpnDNBvfK7c/TpcWPwj9K6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/61DLy-k79fs/s400/8428195.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663019516431248290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image from goodreads.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gS9mIObonMg/TpcXEve9dyI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Q64ZU_zOmN4/s400/Psych-Wallpaper-psych-12920555-1280-1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663020426674927394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Image from fanpop.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4979087144932923406?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4979087144932923406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4979087144932923406' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4979087144932923406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4979087144932923406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-16.html' title='The Challenge, Day 16'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpnDNBvfK7c/TpcWPwj9K6I/AAAAAAAAAUk/61DLy-k79fs/s72-c/8428195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2134414943145908605</id><published>2011-10-11T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:19:02.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really want to cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got this shirt in Philadelphia this past summer. I like it. It's a pretty color and I like the movement that the stitching and buttons create. I got it a little too big for me though. oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have my new green flower in my hair, but you can't see it in any of these pictures. Fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cleaned my mirror. It was disgusting. some of the other pictures are so nasty because of the mirror, but these ones are pretty clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cmkB6sn28s/TpSVZOj9REI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vwc0E3ykCVc/s1600/Day%2B15_IMG_1062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cmkB6sn28s/TpSVZOj9REI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vwc0E3ykCVc/s400/Day%2B15_IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314892149736514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cs-1HfILhM/TpSVYF_w_FI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KIyL2ir8ues/s1600/Day%2B15_IMG_1061.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1cs-1HfILhM/TpSVYF_w_FI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KIyL2ir8ues/s400/Day%2B15_IMG_1061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314872670583890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBO5rUr0B-A/TpSVXp1vibI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HFjhQtosvk8/s1600/Day%2B15_IMG_1060.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBO5rUr0B-A/TpSVXp1vibI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HFjhQtosvk8/s400/Day%2B15_IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314865112353202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A7LL2BIi7U/TpSVXXAAY2I/AAAAAAAAATw/rZjgDR3d7-s/s1600/Day%2B15_IMG_1058.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--A7LL2BIi7U/TpSVXXAAY2I/AAAAAAAAATw/rZjgDR3d7-s/s400/Day%2B15_IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662314860055126882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2134414943145908605?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2134414943145908605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2134414943145908605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2134414943145908605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2134414943145908605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-15.html' title='The Challenge, Day 15'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--cmkB6sn28s/TpSVZOj9REI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Vwc0E3ykCVc/s72-c/Day%2B15_IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-720256603470471467</id><published>2011-10-10T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T17:04:02.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 14</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Oct 10th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am still pretty swollen in my face, but I try to ignore it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my hair is getting too long, but I don't have any money to cut it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting kind of tired of taking pictures of my face, but I still have 16 more days to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a good thing I'm doing this challenge or I would be sorely tempted to not dress up in the mornings sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it's for my personal benefit to keep dressing my truth everyday. I can tell the difference it makes on my attitude the rest of the day, but sometimes I am just so exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just want to curl up in a ball and hide in my room with a good book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C3ChkDqud8/TpOGhCA-NGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ns6QjaiLskg/s1600/Day%2B14_IMG_1055.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C3ChkDqud8/TpOGhCA-NGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ns6QjaiLskg/s400/Day%2B14_IMG_1055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662017058569598050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8qdXBnKIHU/TpOGg0OsF_I/AAAAAAAAATg/82QWM6Mjb8M/s1600/Day%2B14_IMG_1054.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V8qdXBnKIHU/TpOGg0OsF_I/AAAAAAAAATg/82QWM6Mjb8M/s400/Day%2B14_IMG_1054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662017054869034994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdXsJXjGPfc/TpOGgh39fII/AAAAAAAAATY/fHEiZyy89_E/s1600/Day%2B14_IMG_1053.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdXsJXjGPfc/TpOGgh39fII/AAAAAAAAATY/fHEiZyy89_E/s400/Day%2B14_IMG_1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662017049941867650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-720256603470471467?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/720256603470471467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=720256603470471467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/720256603470471467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/720256603470471467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/challenge-day-14.html' title='The Challenge, Day 14'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1C3ChkDqud8/TpOGhCA-NGI/AAAAAAAAATo/Ns6QjaiLskg/s72-c/Day%2B14_IMG_1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-8753648610200810243</id><published>2011-10-10T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:53:44.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Days in One.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are even more Days from the Challenge. I've come back with renewed vigor. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 8: Tuesday, Oct 4th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still pretty tired and stuff from the weekend; you can see it in my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvg1w49zBJQ/TpNvh09MR_I/AAAAAAAAARo/GfYINin1RaA/s400/Day%2B8_IMG_1028.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661991783476512754" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBz11cp-KJg/TpNviPBoQVI/AAAAAAAAARw/XicvpZaK-EM/s400/Day%2B8_IMG_1029.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661991790474445138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 9: Wednesday, Oct 5th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a little better attempt to feel better this day, but inside I'm still exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ehvOFd_M77s/TpN34ZExKaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/lpqIswxn8-o/s400/Day%2B9_IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662000967222110626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFycuI1vs1Q/TpN37SUpSEI/AAAAAAAAASI/G9c2zwpbebs/s400/Day%2B9_IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662001016949262402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0xptpK3phk/TpN35wf-YyI/AAAAAAAAASA/QAXzM21AeZ4/s400/Day%2B9_IMG_1036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662000990690108194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10: Thursday, Oct 6th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all the previous days I only had one flower: my soft pink one. Theresa bought some fabric and taught me how to make them, so now I have a blue one and a green one. Yay! I hope to make more in the next little bit. Yippee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also on this day, I got a phone call just shortly after I took this picture. It was a company calling me for a job interview! So I went back in my room and changed into something less casual. I wore my new fancy pink shirt. I was wearing all brown and pink, but my blue flower. :) I didn't get a picture, sorry.&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;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oQMAEY10b30/TpN6d7AudBI/AAAAAAAAASg/426BBXC4GNU/s400/Day%2B10_IMG_1040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662003811010376722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_57XlOcR2M/TpN37gMkACI/AAAAAAAAASQ/V2nJsUyXbSk/s400/Day%2B10_IMG_1038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662001020673458210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pIq6BD4yaxc/TpN375kD3PI/AAAAAAAAASY/SeDaOwBwCZM/s400/Day%2B10_IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662001027482901746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 11: Friday, Oct 7th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I didn't get to wear my casual blue shirt on Day 10, I wore it on this day. :D Observe my exuberant smile. I was so excited about my interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFycuI1vs1Q/TpN37SUpSEI/AAAAAAAAASI/G9c2zwpbebs/s1600/Day%2B9_IMG_1037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9KRhu3O5fFQ/TpN7oqZPd6I/AAAAAAAAASo/f-OYY9LTM7c/s400/Day%2B11_IMG_1042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662005095039989666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIDOwE5RgvM/TpN7o-O-sXI/AAAAAAAAASw/JQuKXh5pSx4/s400/Day%2B11_IMG_1043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662005100365656434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 12: Saturday, Oct 8th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a very tired day. I was up late the night before doing cleaning checks. Then I got up early to go to the stake service project. And there was a football game, so I went pretty casual. And my face esploded, so my jaw is all swollen from the breakouts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HVPKTPPOz2g/TpN-oUeKqwI/AAAAAAAAAS4/z0Cj0QQmXNo/s400/Day%2B12_IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662008387689949954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFycuI1vs1Q/TpN37SUpSEI/AAAAAAAAASI/G9c2zwpbebs/s1600/Day%2B9_IMG_1037.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqbI2h8Bjg8/TpN-otE-1gI/AAAAAAAAATA/WlAseCOHB4g/s400/Day%2B12_IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662008394295203330" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 13: Sunday, Oct 9th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was another tired day. I was cranky. I had a bad headache. I went to bed late because of the football game, and then I was woken up early by an annoying car horn that was stuck. It woke me up at 7, and it went on till like 9. And it was fast Sunday, so I was thirsty and hungry and tired. Put those all together, and what do you get? A cranky headache-y me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3R510Gpjol0/TpOAcKCfToI/AAAAAAAAATI/ai7WIhGIvoI/s400/Day%2B13_IMG_1049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662010377754332802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x4B2Kj3WNLs/TpOAcflVghI/AAAAAAAAATQ/wTIQfOoqeTQ/s400/Day%2B13_IMG_1050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662010383537635858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&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/6248274654337505297-8753648610200810243?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/8753648610200810243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=8753648610200810243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8753648610200810243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8753648610200810243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/even-more-days-in-one.html' title='Even More Days in One.'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uvg1w49zBJQ/TpNvh09MR_I/AAAAAAAAARo/GfYINin1RaA/s72-c/Day%2B8_IMG_1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-8150656255189518593</id><published>2011-10-10T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:58:25.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Several Days in One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry you get to be rushed through this, but It might actually be more enjoyable. I don't know, we'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3: Thursday, Sept 29th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAheeQLp-TQ/TpNft37vOJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZT2ZP5SxJro/s400/Day%2B3_IMG_1007.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661974398248106130" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVt2F2q5IXg/TpNincF2grI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8xP4DH4KoWw/s400/Day%2B3_IMG_1012.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661977586230002354" /&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJIhUOQP-s4/TpNinA5zIoI/AAAAAAAAAQY/vaitudZyo00/s400/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661977578931692162" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 4: Friday, Sept 30th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HeTtsDZ7pE8/TpNjbce-o8I/AAAAAAAAAQo/J4IeioJvLpA/s400/Day%2B4_IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661978479688590274" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tqA2FLbuYj0/TpNkfmqFqSI/AAAAAAAAARA/ZeSXVrAzhx0/s400/Day%2B4_IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661979650650646818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ABq-xQlFhas/TpNjbwkK_3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/SNUQIrfdvNs/s400/Day%2B4_IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661978485079080818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day5: Saturday, Oct 1st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K_5-bCjH3AA/TpNk96urhfI/AAAAAAAAARI/gMHdq7T7-Xg/s400/Day%2B5_IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661980171434690034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwjTF4ycDGc/TpNk-DZpWbI/AAAAAAAAARQ/X-xJXSpqdqc/s400/Day%2B5_IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661980173762386354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: Sunday, Oct 2nd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't take any pictures this day. I was so exhausted, I did get ready and stuff, but as you can see from Day 5, I was just way tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 7: Monday, Oct 3rd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cp1Gwk7rUgs/TpNpWkaAHKI/AAAAAAAAARY/gf17Xbhz9qw/s400/Day%2B7_IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661984992985619618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rEu4imAEqxc/TpNpW8EiqnI/AAAAAAAAARg/721-jhXhh2Y/s400/Day%2B7_IMG_1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661984999338060402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-8150656255189518593?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/8150656255189518593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=8150656255189518593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8150656255189518593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8150656255189518593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/10/several-days-in-one.html' title='Several Days in One'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TAheeQLp-TQ/TpNft37vOJI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ZT2ZP5SxJro/s72-c/Day%2B3_IMG_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-7983779032987998839</id><published>2011-09-29T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:03:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok. so I know I'm several days behind, but I got extremely busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You guys don't know how busy unemployment can be. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I recently discovered that a few more people follow my blog than I realized. I thought for sure only my sister, my two roommates (who I told to check it out), and maybe a cousin or two would check it. but I have found out that my a couple of my brothers, a sister-in-law, and a few more random friends are actually quite interested in my blog. crazy how we can reach out to the world through blogging. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here are the pictures for day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thoughts on my hair: My hair isn't really cut in a type 2 style, but I followed some of the tips from my DYT course anyway. I used a round brush when I blow dried my hair. I think it turned out way nice. I borrowed it from a roommate, but then I went and bought my own. The one I bought is considerably smaller, so I think I need to go get a nice big one, because my hair hasn't looked like this since day 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thoughts on the clothes I chose: The shirt is way type 2 in fabrication; however, in hindsight, the color might actually be a little too bright. The navy might not be muted enough either. Oh well. I felt pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thoughts on my makeup: I tried some of the things I learned from my course. I learned that you need to touch up your eyebrows and your lipstick to frame your face. I was hesitant of both, but I tried it anyway. It's amazing how it actually works. I don't touch up my lipstick later in the day though. shhh. Don't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, here's the reveal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s1600/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s400/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657889987913852146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s1600/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2S3Kw6Lvmqg/ToTc-pQMVQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ykEz2EgLzL0/s400/Day%2B2_IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657890000667956482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K0U0ShkGZy8/ToTc_grf8EI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MyQuTQs3Y6k/s400/Day%2B2_IMG_1000.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657890015546437698" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s1600/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s1600/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s1600/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NH5m5_cRuVk/ToTdKtJ7oGI/AAAAAAAAAM8/5u91pdV9cvU/s400/Day%2B2_IMG_1001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657890207873867874" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, I went to the temple with my roommate, so I had to change. I wore a nice navy skirt. It's definitely more muted than the pants are, and way more comfortable. I wore my silver high heels. they're fun. You can't really see how cool they look, but they are way type 2-y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for Several Days in One, because I want to get caught up, and most of the days after this one are about the same and just pictures, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-7983779032987998839?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/7983779032987998839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=7983779032987998839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7983779032987998839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7983779032987998839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/challenge-day-2.html' title='The Challenge, Day 2'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqaaRgN-iA/ToTc95vYJPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yL3WIh19LGI/s72-c/Day%2B2_IMG_0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-7556456650668196008</id><published>2011-09-29T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:00:08.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge, Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On this first day, I literally had just gotten the course. Most of my clothes fit my type already, so I don't have to go shopping for a while. I just have to have the courage to get rid of the clothes that don't fit my type. Anyway, dressing in type 2 clothes was easy. The hard part is my hair and makeup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair isn't really cut to honor my type. It is straight and all one length, with bangs. To be more type 2-y I'll have to get some soft, blended layers. That's not a problem, it's just easier to have a novice hair-cutter do one length. I'll have to seek professional help for my future haircuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already try to use type 2 colored makeup so that's not a problem, but DYT has taught me some cool tips for enhancing my makeup and applying it to be more type 2-y.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Observe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFoNm11j6fc/ToTVm63aBFI/AAAAAAAAALM/fPov06PE5Lc/s400/Mocktail.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657881896497579090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me last year. I'm in Yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsfKIjnhpyE/ToTW9vmJz4I/AAAAAAAAALU/Jmlgvr8pw9Y/s400/IMG_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657883388121042818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me last month. Far left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mS68S8grzwI/ToTYLE8kkwI/AAAAAAAAALc/11QLJ4hOeNE/s400/FootballGame1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657884716702143234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me last week. On the left.&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytlxXm_dJng/ToTZBw17EmI/AAAAAAAAAL0/48ziY3B5TrE/s400/Day%2B1_IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657885656198353506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me on Day 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_FxpruE0xT8/ToTZCYJ5LlI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xeXZY0w2IK8/s400/Day%2B1_IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657885666751098450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qSmR_INSRI/ToTZCsubyCI/AAAAAAAAAME/837IqGpVL8k/s400/Day%2B1_IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657885672273070114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&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&gt;I mostly just kept my wardrobe type 2 for day 1. I wore a muted light pink shirt with a gray cover thing and dark blue jeans with my taupe flats. I was aware of my hair not really being type 2 so I pulled it over in a loose side ponytail. and spruced it up with a lovely, soft, type 2 pink flower. I think I did pretty good for day one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-7556456650668196008?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/7556456650668196008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=7556456650668196008' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7556456650668196008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7556456650668196008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/challenge-day-1.html' title='The Challenge, Day 1'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XFoNm11j6fc/ToTVm63aBFI/AAAAAAAAALM/fPov06PE5Lc/s72-c/Mocktail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4267005159613674008</id><published>2011-09-29T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T12:42:14.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Still Too Expensive</title><content type='html'>Big Sis always told me about DYT and has wanted me to buy the course ever since she got it. She really wanted me to get it so we could go to club nights together and talk about the things we learned together. She always let me know when the course was going on sale. I think I have about 15 emails telling me the course is on sale and I should buy it. Of course I always refused because I am poor and I really should use the little money I have for things like rent and food etc.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, for my birthday, or Christmas or something, Big Sis bought me the Beauty Profile Course which is a much cheaper and general version of the DYT Course. It's basically an overview of the 4 types and is designed to help you narrow down what type you are. It's like a teaser for the DYT course. Anyway, I enjoyed it and felt like I had enough information with that that I really didn't need to spend the money for the DYT course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jeighbee bought the course and I saw what a difference the DYT course made in her life. I realized that the course was more detailed and provided more opportunities to learn about my type. I started to really want this course. I was determined to start saving up for it, little by little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Sis and Jeighbee invited me and my other 2 sisters-in-law to an intro night at the Dressing Your Truth Center. It was really fun to go with my sisters and experience what a club night is generally like.  This was another reason I wanted the course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Intro night reminded me of my Mary Kay meetings I used to attend. I liked being a Mary Kay consultant simply for the opportunity to attend these meetings and be around other women who were interested in the same things. It gave me a reason to dress up and feel pretty. And I always enjoyed the classes we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After several months, an opportunity arose: the DYT Course was presented to me for even cheaper than usual. I, of course, was ecstatic. I still needed to save up some of my money, but the price was a lot more reasonable to me. So, I bought the course. I am now a member of Dressing Your Truth. I started watching my online course, and I noticed Carol talk a lot about a 30-day challenge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have taken on this challenge: to dress my truth for 30 days. It doesn't matter if I wear the same outfit all 30 days. I just have to follow the five elements of DYT for my type. Those elements are design line, texture, fabrication, pattern, and chroma. I have to follow these elements in my clothing, makeup, and hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Join me with my next post, The Challenge, Day 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4267005159613674008?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4267005159613674008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4267005159613674008' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4267005159613674008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4267005159613674008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-still-too-expensive.html' title='That&apos;s Still Too Expensive'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-1640142485199709014</id><published>2011-09-28T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T00:02:18.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I used to think that I was one of the neglected. No one in my ward ever remembered my birthday. When I moved to a new ward, they didn't bother to get to know me or to give me a calling right away. I focused on these things because I wanted others to see how I was neglected and how I still stayed strong in the church. I cared too much about what other people thought of me. My focus was always on how I was the exception to the rule. Whenever I learned about the duties of the members of the church, I always paid attention to how people didn't fulfill those duties when it came to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, within the last year, it occurred to me that it didn't matter what other people did or didn't do. What mattered was whether I did or didn't do what was expected of me. I started paying more attention in church when we learned about duties of the members. I started trying to change my approach. I worked on improving myself so that I would be more use to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed my view of visiting teaching. My responsibilities as a visiting teacher are to make sure the sisters I visit can trust me and that they feel welcomed and wanted in the ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The biggest impact on visiting teaching that I experienced was through my visiting teacher. She told a story about her sister who lived away from home and family. She was going through a really tough time, and my visiting teacher wanted nothing more than to be there for her sister. She couldn't be there, but she knew that the women in her sister's RS were there for her. She knew her visiting teachers were taking care of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This impressed me because I would hope that my sister was being taken care of when I can't be there for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-1640142485199709014?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/1640142485199709014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=1640142485199709014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1640142485199709014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1640142485199709014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/epiphany.html' title='An Epiphany'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6414887456356145078</id><published>2011-09-28T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:44:01.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Relief of Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in That's Too Expensive, I was a little jealous of my sisters and their sense of belonging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a part of something became particularly important to me earlier this year because I was getting ready to graduate. I would no longer be a part of an institution. I would be all on my own with no ties to any group of people. This is when I realized just how important Relief Society is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relief Society represents to me a group of women in my area who are, for the most part, striving for the same things. We are all searching for truth. We have a similar background knowledge and testimony of Jesus Christ, and of the restored gospel, and of the Book of Mormon. Each of us has the desire to do good and to better ourselves in our own eyes and in the eyes of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to realize this year just how important Relief Society (RS) is. I discovered the importance of visiting teaching and of getting to know the other women in my ward's RS. I am part of an organization that needs me and my skills and talents. I have made so many friends through RS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I have some family nearby, The women in my RS are essential in my life, because they are around me every week, if not every day. I see them all the time. They represent a support group for me when I am struggling or when I am trying to progress. They are there to back me up and build me up. They help me to move forward and get back on my feet when I fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through serving the women of my RS, I have learned more about myself than I ever imagined I could. I came to realize that I learn more about myself when I focus on other people and their needs. As a member of the church I have a responsibility to look after and care for the other members of the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for An Epiphany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6414887456356145078?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6414887456356145078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6414887456356145078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6414887456356145078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6414887456356145078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/relief-of-society.html' title='The Relief of Society'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5785614415989133425</id><published>2011-09-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:15:17.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's too expensive!</title><content type='html'>I know these posts are coming out really fast, but I need to write all these posts in order, and I need to get to The Challenge because I'm already a couple days late. Ahhhh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on to the topic of this post. My lovely sister Big Sis started this program called Dressing Your Truth (DYT) about a year ago, give or take a month or two. She learned all about the four types that Carol Tuttle teaches in her program (1: bright, animated; 2: soft, subtle; 3: rich, dynamic; 4: bold, striking).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Sis, a type 2, started dressing different, she started dressing her truth. She began wearing clothes that fit her inner expression better. She learned how to do her hair and makeup to match her inner expression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her type 2, subtle, soft, flowing nature needed to be manifested in her outward appearance in order for her to feel herself. She became more confident and more natural. She is more understanding of others. She has become a more complete version of herself. She had presence before, but now she really holds her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who know her certainly noticed the difference DYT made in her life. And if you didn't notice, you certainly heard all about it. :D Big Sis loves talking about the four types and is always willing to share her knowledge. She shared several youtube videos with me on the subject. If you're interested, you can youtube Dressing Your Truth and several videos of Carol Tuttle and DYT come up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little familiar with the program because I had some prior exposure to a similar one a few years earlier. I knew enough about the basics of the program that I could tell you my type right away. I didn't have access to the unlimited resources Big Sis had, because I didn't buy the course. I thought I knew enough about it that I didn't need to spend the money on it. I'm a poor college student; give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next thing I know, my sister-in-law Jeighbee gets the course. I watch as Big Sis and Jeighbee change before my eyes. They go from beautiful women, to beautiful, confident, strong women. I admit I was a little jealous of them. They were part of this club together where they got to learn about themselves and how to live and dress according to their true natures. Every month they met up with other women in the area who would come together to celebrate their strengths and beauty. They made lots of friends in DYT, and they now have a creative outlet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up Next on Discovering Me: watch for The Relief of Society and That's Still too Expensive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5785614415989133425?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5785614415989133425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5785614415989133425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5785614415989133425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5785614415989133425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/thats-too-expensive.html' title='That&apos;s too expensive!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4511056206976611487</id><published>2011-09-28T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T22:24:26.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Steps to Self Discovery Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My original post was this one and Part 1 together, but that is so super long. So I broke it up at a relatively good place to break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year I was really quite dependent. I was uncomfortable driving, so whenever possible, I got other people to drive for me. I didn't like doing things alone, so I always had someone with me. I was dependent in other areas as well because I was insecure about driving and going places alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I thought of things I could do to improve myself, I started trying to do things on my own. I made plans instead of always waiting for other people to make them. When I found a need to go somewhere I just went instead of waiting for someone to go with or to drive me. I continued making these small changes in my life even after Rex and I broke up. I didn't really tell anyone that I was aware of my dependency or that I was trying to overcome it, but I know that those closest to me noticed a difference in me even if they didn't know exactly what it was. I certainly noticed a difference in myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was more confident and started doing things because I wanted to do them. I started owning up to my choices and my decisions. I started making decisions. I started doing things that took me out of my comfort zone. I had reasons for doing things; I had purpose to my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That fall semester I was taking a Doctrine and Covenants class. Reading the Doctrine and Covenants and learning about what the Lord wants from his saints was another critical influence on my road to independence. I learned that the Lord wants his people to be self reliant. I started thinking about what that means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To me It means being more independent; obviously I'm still interdependent with Christ, but I can't be dependent on anyone else. I need to know things for myself. I need to be confident enough to do things for myself. I need to be spiritually self reliant. All of these things are important because the Lord requires his people to serve one another and to help each other. I realized that I can't do either if I am always so worried about myself. So I made changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in next time to hear me say, That's too expensive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4511056206976611487?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4511056206976611487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4511056206976611487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4511056206976611487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4511056206976611487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-steps-to-self-discovery-part-2.html' title='The First Steps to Self Discovery Part 2'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-619740913860774084</id><published>2011-09-28T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T17:34:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Steps to Self Discovery</title><content type='html'>As promised, this post will cover the first things I discovered about myself.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching Runaway Bride about this time last year. I had never seen it before, but I had been told a little about the plot. Basically, this woman has left several men at the altar because she doesn't know herself. The main guy of the movie figures this out about her. He asks each of her grooms how she likes her eggs; one says "the same way I do, scrambled," another says, "the same way I do, fried," this happens with all the grooms. This woman was so unsure of herself that she never took the time to really decide anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought it was silly that she couldn't say how she liked eggs, but then I realized that I wasn't so different. There were things about me that I had never figured out or decided. For example, I never made plans. I would purposely keep my day free of any plans other than school and work just in case my boyfriend suddenly had free time and wanted to spend it with me. This rarely happened. What did happen was that I sat at home bored out of my mind, thus being forced to watch movies by myself (Runaway Bride). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't understand why my boyfriend (we'll call him Rex) always had other plans than spending time with me. He would plan to do things with his buddies. He started suggesting I plan things with my roommates because friends are vital to survival. I was a little annoyed at this but I soon relied on the times I spent with my roommates. I usually spent more time with them then I did with Rex, which at the time, I didn't think made any sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I sat at home with nothing to do, I started realizing that I was wasting my time waiting. I was waiting for a text or a phone call that was never coming; I was waiting for something important to happen to me, but it never did. One day, it hit me that I could be doing productive things while I waited, things that would help me to improve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that started my journey. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-619740913860774084?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/619740913860774084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=619740913860774084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/619740913860774084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/619740913860774084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/first-steps-to-self-discovery.html' title='The First Steps to Self Discovery'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-7288470171963574599</id><published>2011-09-23T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:54:07.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;div&gt;I am making a comeback to the blogging world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been searching and searching for something that I have lost, or perhaps, I never really had it. I didn't realize I was missing it until about a year ago. It occurred to me that I was missing a very crucial part of my being. I was missing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began my search for me just under a year ago. I was in a relationship, but it wasn't working out so well. I couldn't figure out why it wasn't working. I mean, come on, I was trying my best to be everything this guy wanted me to be. What I didn't see was that he wanted me to be myself. I hadn't ever thought that I was not being myself. I guess I didn't really know what it meant to be myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the relationship I was in, I discovered that until I figured out who I was and what I wanted, I would never be able to be in a relationship. After all, isn't being in a relationship merely just being yourself with someone else? The most important thing I learned was that I would never believe that other people truly cared about or liked me until I truly cared about and liked myself. This started me wondering, who am I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never really met myself. Would I find myself likable? Would I be friends with myself? Would we like the same things, have the same interests? These questions were some of the things I asked myself as I prepared to meet myself. I mean, who was I expecting to meet? The me I did know didn't like having opinions because she didn't like confrontation or arguments. She found it much safer to hold back all judgments and opinions because then she never had to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time on Discovering Me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find out what one of the first things I learned on my journey to meeting myself was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to review my experiences on this blog. You lovely followers get to experience what it's like to be me. Lucky you. I have come a long way in the past year and I hope to write about the experiences I've had since then, but more importantly I am currently involved in some other study opportunities where I get to know myself even better. YaY! Stay tuned for the fun adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-7288470171963574599?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/7288470171963574599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=7288470171963574599' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7288470171963574599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7288470171963574599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2011/09/journey.html' title='The Journey'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-7972901337458511938</id><published>2010-07-27T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:46:38.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching UP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am really bad at this whole blogging thing. I need to be better, but I get so caught up in myself... jk ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, This has been an eventful long time. Since my last post, in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I gained two nieces, and two sisters-in-law&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OK76LN6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rFxvJIjDk50/s320/15569_228923171342_737531342_4578561_5812219_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699619830020002" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9S2l2WIWI/AAAAAAAAAII/qJaIVBtXXBY/s320/29942_10150167788780523_831815522_12377524_7541481_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704767869133154" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9S3bGvTvI/AAAAAAAAAIY/DhXjKUH_JSA/s320/36419_10150199627025061_673210060_13207798_3390578_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704782164971250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9S3hGNW2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/WTna4hnWx-k/s320/38275_10150217778505403_532440402_13766177_4868971_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704783773358946" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I gained weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went to California, Las Vegas, and Seattle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went canoeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I sang in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I joined Netflix for 14 days and then unjoined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I bought myself some good books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I made myself some t-shirts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I made 5 little girl dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9Z6uITRWI/AAAAAAAAAJA/qxMDedqpd0s/s320/36939_450191008898_688978898_5996442_6982924_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498712535392798050" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9Z6NNSTsI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Nwo-BYmOFV4/s320/34304_403283738582_524498582_4531131_4734550_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498712526555336386" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I wore a skirt as a shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9UeF9xAzI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4gSMC897iOc/s320/Photo273.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498706546016715570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went to two movies at midnight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went on a shopping spree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I ate a 12 egg omelet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9Z7Sl9plI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vBgwFIbmDWk/s320/Photo281.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498712545180886610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I discovered the exciting world of MLIA not MILA (:P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I started watching Psych (I love pineapple)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I picked up a habit of eating lunch on the floor in the hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I drove to Salt Lake City and back all by myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I got a little tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I talked on the phone for more than an hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I scored 141,550 on Bejeweled Blitz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I picked a fork up off the ground with my teeth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OKWdoTpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/s4BCpCEv4J4/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699609778179730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I played dress up with my roommates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I wore a paper mustache... twice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9S227DDlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uZqkzLWoEf0/s320/31384_416394053827_588963827_5123231_2163764_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704772452257362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I climbed a tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I discovered that I can graduate in April&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went on a lot of dates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went to Ikea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OMeO0J_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/7DkIDpRkS6A/s320/29284_740999613849_17806217_40183975_5618177_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699646223263730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I followed my roommate through France... via her blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I read a morbid book about doomed queens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I read Persuasion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I read Wuthering Heights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I participated in the Coryse Olympics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I memorized my student number&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I bought my first pair of running shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I "inherited" the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I've been getting up before 8 on a regular basis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I went shooting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OMKOtBAI/AAAAAAAAAH4/37jU16E50EA/s320/29284_740988760599_17806217_40183649_6634347_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699640854086658" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I got a calling in the relief society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9Z68UsvKI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oHY0fjxad7Q/s320/Photo275.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498712539202895010" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I hiked a mountain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9c3nJFwmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZrDOGWnj6-U/s320/IMG_1893.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498715780512334434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I saw a waterfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I got an ipod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I got a little grill... so domestic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I've been harshly insulted at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I've been generously complimented at work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ I laughed so hard my abs hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's more or less what I've been up to for the last few months. Good times, good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few more pictures to illustrate my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;B Money all the way. Provo's number 1 rapper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9S4FJ4D5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/RDNVL8tcDWE/s320/BMoney.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498704793452416914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just think this one is funny. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OLOfFkxI/AAAAAAAAAHw/uDgsSF8A-Ds/s320/22048_721521293559_17806217_39667928_5560073_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498699624816677650" /&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/6248274654337505297-7972901337458511938?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/7972901337458511938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=7972901337458511938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7972901337458511938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7972901337458511938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching UP'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/TE9OK76LN6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/rFxvJIjDk50/s72-c/15569_228923171342_737531342_4578561_5812219_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-341239519248569060</id><published>2009-12-10T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:37:18.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!!!</title><content type='html'>This is my hair cut and color. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMQR7WDBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/16s9xlsOS9U/s1600-h/202306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMQR7WDBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/16s9xlsOS9U/s400/202306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832807138331666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMP3pEBLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/49uy1mh73vI/s1600-h/202226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMP3pEBLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/49uy1mh73vI/s400/202226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832800082330802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMPsCx3vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-MNtyI5Zp9M/s1600-h/202003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMPsCx3vI/AAAAAAAAAHE/-MNtyI5Zp9M/s400/202003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832796968967922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMPeFhqQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nv_zmnKw3zs/s1600-h/201948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMPeFhqQI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nv_zmnKw3zs/s400/201948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832793222392066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMO_wYIWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKHLAnSxrAU/s1600-h/201932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMO_wYIWI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lKHLAnSxrAU/s400/201932.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413832785080623458" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6248274654337505297-341239519248569060?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/341239519248569060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=341239519248569060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/341239519248569060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/341239519248569060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2009/12/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SyHMQR7WDBI/AAAAAAAAAHU/16s9xlsOS9U/s72-c/202306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6393049296994421480</id><published>2009-12-10T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:28:48.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>okey dokey!</title><content type='html'>Time to catch up!&lt;div&gt;ITs the end of fall semester of my junior/3rd year at byu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im living at alta apt. awesomeness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it here and i love my roomies! they are the bestest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am NOT dating anyone, contrary to some rumors or assumptions that may have been circulating at one point. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I discovered the joys of pandora.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a book... a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 21... safely. Im not sure how you turn 21 unsafely but whatev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a better job. I now work at a print center in the wilk. I love it! I work with my roommates too. I get paid more, more hours, More stability. and more inside-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made a doll with the aid of my mommy for my history of creativity class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was up for over 37 hours with no sleep the other day. It was fun... not afterwards though. Im still tired. since then i have had 9 hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my hair colored and cut. Its way dark and I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eliza can say my name... sorta. it sounds like this: "car-wee"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa has not had her baby as of this moment. few days late... or a week or two. but i have been reassured that she is working on it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's whats happening in my life right now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps...i had a bunch of picture posted but they wont upload... i'll have to stick them in the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6393049296994421480?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6393049296994421480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6393049296994421480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6393049296994421480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6393049296994421480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2009/12/okey-dokey.html' title='okey dokey!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-114043052148149188</id><published>2009-09-16T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T13:17:16.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INACTIVE</title><content type='html'>I am inactive. I dont blog enough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-114043052148149188?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/114043052148149188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=114043052148149188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/114043052148149188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/114043052148149188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2009/09/inactive.html' title='INACTIVE'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-7073836751914344464</id><published>2009-07-07T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:28:06.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BowTies and Barbershops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnXppaSuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tq0bNWx8djE/s1600-h/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878775376202466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnXppaSuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tq0bNWx8djE/s320/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Skyler and Seth started a Barbershop Quartet in their ward at BYU. They asked me to make them matching bowties and arm bands. They brought me some pretty blue and white plaid fabric and tried to print me off a pattern. The pattern didnt turn out so well and I ended up making my own pattern for it. :D They are the ties you have to tie yourself. I am quite proud of them. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878779278478578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnX4LyTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/AZXA5E27wyw/s320/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878782682921042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnYE3d-FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KvnT3jxyQxE/s320/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355878790051932274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnYgUYKHI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GpPibN4Wi_M/s320/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm planning a bridal shower for my friend and I could use ideas for games and snacks. I planned the question game thing...the one where the bride has to answer the questions the same as the groom and has to chew a peice of bubble gum if she gets it wrong and stuff. if anyone wants to volunteer ideas please do. and thanks. :D&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/6248274654337505297-7073836751914344464?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/7073836751914344464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=7073836751914344464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7073836751914344464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/7073836751914344464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2009/07/bowties-and-barbershops.html' title='BowTies and Barbershops'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SlPnXppaSuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/tq0bNWx8djE/s72-c/BarberShopQuartet_Outfitting_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2216086957276150561</id><published>2009-05-06T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T16:38:47.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowy-Zowy!</title><content type='html'>ok...I appologise for the long, long, long awaited blog post. I have been way super uber busy and up to a whole bunches of stuff. I dont know that I will get to everything. I have a  test to go take. :P&lt;br /&gt;so I last posted on my birthday. yeah I am now almost 20 and six months old. time flies.&lt;br /&gt;A few main events:&lt;br /&gt;I started working for Mary Kay. It is awesome! I love it. there are a lot of good perks. If you ever want anything...skin care, makeup, lotion, whatever...you can get it from me. :) dont worry, you dont have to. I will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;My roomate got engaged!!!!! yeah that was exciting and unexpected. but very fun. I now need to get a new roomate. and I get my own room until the end of Spring. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm making lots of friends and having loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;I got a new swim suit and will post pictures when I finish altering it. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got a B- in my ASL class and now cannot get my scholarship for the fall and winter...I need to bring my gpa back up. :(&lt;br /&gt;I am taking insane spring classes...thats fun. at least I am taking golf...uber sunburns though.&lt;br /&gt;I plan on going up to Rexburg to visit all my friends and especially one of my favoritest cousins in the whole world! :) that will be like the last weekend of May I hope.&lt;br /&gt;I got to go on a date! it was fun...now I can cross off one of my goals in life...(rock climbing was the goal...not go on a date, though that is also a goal. :P)&lt;br /&gt;I also walk everywhere and it is lots of fun...and I have slimmed down a bit...lets hope i keep slim. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there is a little glimpse into my life these past 6 months. hopefully i get back into a groove of blogging...I just have a lot of things to worry about you know... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2216086957276150561?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2216086957276150561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2216086957276150561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2216086957276150561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2216086957276150561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2009/05/wowy-zowy.html' title='Wowy-Zowy!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3846748033867749375</id><published>2008-12-03T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:32:31.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, Hair Cut, and My Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hello guys.&lt;br /&gt;I have been way busy lately. I haven't really gotten around to posting anything. So here is a little recap on how my life has been:&lt;br /&gt;~I had a lovely Thanksgiving break! LOVED IT!! It was my first time home this whole semester. so sad...now I feel like everybody else... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPg_F7USI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2qe1KhH6bXQ/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPg_F7USI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2qe1KhH6bXQ/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275632179110170914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPgtX4_dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HwPOcczUs8I/s1600-h/thanksgiving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPgtX4_dI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HwPOcczUs8I/s320/thanksgiving1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275632174353677778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~On Friday after Thanksgiving I got a hair cut. most excellent and quite beautiful. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbQelAPdoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LQ8sATwFGWw/s1600-h/haircut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbQelAPdoI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LQ8sATwFGWw/s320/haircut1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275633237258892930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPhfXtifI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Wys6XBosEYs/s1600-h/haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPhfXtifI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Wys6XBosEYs/s320/haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275632187774700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~On Saturday after Thanksgiving I passed from the realm of teenager-ness to the realm of in-between-ness; I am no longer a teenager and yet I am still not a 100 percent adult. It's like I don't exist. hahaha. jk. I am officially 2 decades old! yep, the big 2-0! weird, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPid8dB2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_HpqA2kPGGs/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPid8dB2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/_HpqA2kPGGs/s320/birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275632204571805538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPi121G0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/HdiYuwVjms8/s1600-h/birthday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPi121G0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/HdiYuwVjms8/s320/birthday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275632210990668610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went and saw twilight for the second time on this day. I must say It was loads better the second time. I actually kind of hated it the first time I saw it. I was on the front row and couldn't really see any of it. I thought Edward was stupid...not smooth enough...but oh well. it was definitely better the second time. for one, I was more towards the back, so Edward didn't look as fat. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more pictures, Here they are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/p.php?i=588963827&amp;amp;k=XXDZX353RX6M5DFEVGX6TR" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/p.php?&lt;wbr&gt;i=588963827&amp;amp;k=&lt;wbr&gt;XXDZX353RX6M5DFEVGX6TR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3846748033867749375?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3846748033867749375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3846748033867749375' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3846748033867749375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3846748033867749375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-hair-cut-and-my-birthday.html' title='Thanksgiving, Hair Cut, and My Birthday!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/STbPg_F7USI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2qe1KhH6bXQ/s72-c/thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6331606204324424910</id><published>2008-11-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T10:36:14.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another search listing.</title><content type='html'>So i was was searching my name again and it brought this up this time. I though it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               &lt;div class="headline"&gt;       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="649"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div id="headline"&gt;Marrae Allen Brunner From Las Vegas, Nev., Selected As 1958 Participant For The Photo of the Century(TM) Presented by Kodak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;               &lt;div align="left"&gt;                       &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="649"&gt;                &lt;/table&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;!-- #BeginEditable "release" --&gt;       &lt;pre class="release"&gt;    PHILADELPHIA, June 29 /PRNewswire/ -- This July Fourth, Philadelphia Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Out the Red, White and Blue Carpet as One Resident of Nevada -- An&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day Baby, Celebrates Her Birthday in America's Birthplace as a&lt;br /&gt;Participant in The Photo of the Century(TM) presented by Kodak.&lt;br /&gt;   Participant's bio follows.  Updates will be available on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_new" href="http://www.prnewswire.com/"&gt;http://www.prnewswire.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Marrae Allen Brunner of Las Vegas, Nev., was selected from more than&lt;br /&gt;25,000 entries nationwide (178 from Nevada) to participate in The Photo of the&lt;br /&gt;Century(TM) presented by Kodak.  Brunner will represent the year 1958 in The&lt;br /&gt;Photo, which will capture the historic gathering at Independence Hall of 100&lt;br /&gt;Americans, all born on the Fourth of July, one from each year of the century.&lt;br /&gt;   Ms. Brunner was born on July 4, 1958 in Pocatello, Idaho.  She traveled a&lt;br /&gt;great deal in her younger years with her parents.  Her father fought in the&lt;br /&gt;Korean War, was a cook on a U.S. Navy ship, and was a member of the National&lt;br /&gt;Guard Reserves until after Desert Storm, and her mother is a descendent of the&lt;br /&gt;first pioneers who crossed the great plains by covered wagon.  Ms. Brunner has&lt;br /&gt;lived in Alaska, Arizona, California, Utah, Washington, and in American Samoa,&lt;br /&gt;where her parents were religious ambassadors.&lt;br /&gt;   On her 18th birthday (July, 1976), Ms. Brunner celebrated her personal&lt;br /&gt;freedom and the nation's bicentennial with an outdoor party and a cake with&lt;br /&gt;200 candles.  But the most memorable day of her life was her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;   Ms. Brunner was married in 1980, one week after college graduation, and&lt;br /&gt;she moved to her husband's hometown of Las Vegas one year later.  A piano&lt;br /&gt;teacher and composer, Ms. Brunner and her husband, Karl, are busy raising nine&lt;br /&gt;children:  Kyle (18), Theresa (16), Seth (14), Skyler (13), Karrae (10), Todd&lt;br /&gt;(9), Justin (6), Erika (4), and Shean (2).  Their eldest son, Kyle, is&lt;br /&gt;graduating high school in the top 1% of his class at Las Vegas High School,&lt;br /&gt;his father and grandmother's alma mater.&lt;br /&gt;   Ms. Brunner said she's "never been past Kansas" and looks forward to&lt;br /&gt;visiting Philadelphia with her husband (and possibly her son, Kyle).  She has&lt;br /&gt;a passion for history and wants to explore the sites.&lt;br /&gt;   This July 4, 1999, Philadelphia will take a photograph in front of&lt;br /&gt;Independence Hall of 100 Americans born on the Fourth of July, one born each&lt;br /&gt;year from 1900-1999, representing all 50 states.  It will even include a baby&lt;br /&gt;born July Fourth morning in Philadelphia.  The event will take place during&lt;br /&gt;the city's 10-day Sunoco Welcome America! festival, and is the official kick-&lt;br /&gt;off of Philadelphia's 18-month Millennium celebration.&lt;br /&gt;   Each participant and a guest will spend the weekend in Philadelphia from&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 2-Monday, July 5, 1999.  They will receive roundtrip&lt;br /&gt;transportation courtesy of US Airways or Amtrak and will be hosted at The&lt;br /&gt;Warwick Hotel and Towers.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6331606204324424910?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6331606204324424910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6331606204324424910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6331606204324424910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6331606204324424910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-search-listing.html' title='Another search listing.'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4242387324467455362</id><published>2008-11-11T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:04:41.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left out.</title><content type='html'>When I made my post about my last football game I forgot to mention that on my way to work this guy stopped me and said "smile, go to this website for your complimentary picture" I must admit I really like this picture. I am impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SRpHovDApII/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRu9T2DADQI/s1600-h/footballgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SRpHovDApII/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRu9T2DADQI/s400/footballgame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267601479312647298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4242387324467455362?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4242387324467455362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4242387324467455362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4242387324467455362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4242387324467455362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-out.html' title='Left out.'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SRpHovDApII/AAAAAAAAAEk/dRu9T2DADQI/s72-c/footballgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4164779856872205468</id><published>2008-11-08T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:14:14.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Game of the Season!</title><content type='html'>Today was my last football game this season...the season isn't over, but it is for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;I had to be to work at 9:45 this morning. I was early...that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;I got my original position back. I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing there doing my job, This elderly man...maybe 60's or 70's I dont know...he wasn't old like a shaky old...just white haired. well he came up and asked if I was married...I was like...uh...no.  He then asked if I knew anyone getting married or something like that, because he owns this bed and breakfast in Lava Hot Springs, Idaho, and they want married people to go there. hahaha. He gave me his card with all  his contact info and such. I was like ok...weird. haha he then asked if I had anyone chasing after me...I was like - nope. and he was like...well it's only 10 o' clock maybe that'll change when the game starts hahaha. that made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;so If anybody wants to spend their second honeymoon in Idaho... ;) ...I have the place for you... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;kidding aside...So at the end of the game this man came out of my door. I was like I know that face...Then I realized it was Pres. Samuelsen. He patted my arm and said thank you and then ran down to the field...today was the "senior blanket day" thing...last home game.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah interesting day...I'm gonna miss the football games but i'm glad I don't have to work for 6 hours at a time anymore...just 3. not nearly as bad. I was sooo bored today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and only 3 weeks from today until my birthday!! maybe I shouldn't be so excited...but I'm excited to leave my teenage years behind. I won't sound AS young... just slightly young...hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4164779856872205468?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4164779856872205468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4164779856872205468' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4164779856872205468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4164779856872205468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/11/last-game-of-season.html' title='Last Game of the Season!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-8923322199804806810</id><published>2008-11-07T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T15:38:37.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Basket Ball Game</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first time working in the Marriot Center. It was my first basket ball game. I was nervous. I was afraid I would mess up. Well they were right...it's pretty self explanatory. I had to go down to the floor at half time and at the end, and monitor people coming down... I almost got ranned over by the Canadian team. those guys are all so tall. well I got to use a KRONOS thing to check in and out...weird. Its pretty cool. I am gonna like these games, they are much shorter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across a problem last night...I discovered that it is much easier to get into a basket ball game than it is to get into a football game...I mean attention grabbing-wise. yeah I have never liked basket ball but it is more interesting than football. I never would have thought. The only basket ball game I have ever been to was in 8th grade...Keller against O'Callaghan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-8923322199804806810?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/8923322199804806810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=8923322199804806810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8923322199804806810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8923322199804806810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/11/basket-ball-game.html' title='Basket Ball Game'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2449598148869511292</id><published>2008-11-07T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T14:47:49.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSPAPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="storyheadline"&gt;I typed my name into google search, so that I could post a blog... I always do it that way. anyway. This showed up and surprised me...I thought I would share. YAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storyheadline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="storyheadline"&gt;          Cynthia Nelson and Joseph Gebhardt                       &lt;/p&gt;                              &lt;p&gt;          &lt;span&gt;&lt;p class="text1"&gt;Cynthia Nelson and Joseph Gebhardt were married on Friday. Aug. 8, 2008 at the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints Temple in Las Vegas by the Temple President. Edward Nelson, the bride's father, gave her daughter away in marriage. A reception was held in Henderson, Nev.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;Cynthia is the daughter of Edward B. Nelson and Laurine Watts of Las Vegas. Joseph is the son of Richard and Diana, of Beverly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;The maid of honor was Caitlin LaRae Elmer. The bridesmaids were Shayla Nelson, Kerstin Peterson, and Karrae Brunner. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;The best man was Chuck Elliott.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;Cynthia is a graduate of Foothill High School in Henderson, Nev., Class of 2007. She is currently attending Brigham Young University, in Idaho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;Joseph is a graduate of Beverly High School, Class of 1997. In 2000, he graduated from NSCC with high honors and an Associate's degree in Bio-Technology. He is currently attending Brigham Young University, in Idaho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;The couple honeymooned in Bermuda.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="text1"&gt;They currently reside in Rexburg, Idaho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2449598148869511292?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2449598148869511292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2449598148869511292' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2449598148869511292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2449598148869511292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/11/newspaper.html' title='NEWSPAPER'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-8263396986232881396</id><published>2008-10-28T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:17:41.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiders and Home Teachers</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA. ok. so, Nicole and I were watching food network and she says "Dont look by the door"&lt;br /&gt;so, I did. I looked, and there was this nasty spider on our wall. It was sick. It was pretty big. I've killed bigger, but this one grossed me out. It was moving its legs a lot, and it was just sick looking. So I went to kill it but it fell and I didnt want to smash it in the carpet. so, we waited and it crawled back on the wall. meanwhile Nicole says I should call my home teacher hahahaha. actually she said my brothers first but I decided they would take too long. So I justified calling my home teacher because last week my roomate called her home teacher to come and dispose of some VERY rotten bananas...they were leaking...We didnt know they were there....we still have fruit flies all over from them. sick... so I called my home teacher...hehe I made sure he was close by. He asked what I needed and I said there was this really big spider I wanted him to kill hhahaha. He was like "really??" hahaha and I couldnt help but laugh. so while we waited for him to come, Nicole and I were looking at it...we were bent over, hands on knees, staring at it...same position hahaha if anyone would have walked in, they would have laughed. We were both capable of doing it, but neither of us wanted to. so my home teacher came and killed it. He thought it was funny...so did we hahaha. when he left he was like "I've never been called by my home teachee to kill a spider before." hahaha I figured it was good for him to preform that small service...I generally dont call on my home teachers to serve me so this was good.  HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-8263396986232881396?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/8263396986232881396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=8263396986232881396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8263396986232881396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/8263396986232881396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/spiders-and-home-teachers.html' title='Spiders and Home Teachers'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-1399211399106442611</id><published>2008-10-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:04:39.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Family!!</title><content type='html'>Basically the forum today was the most amazing thing I have ever heard!&lt;br /&gt;Robert P. George from Princeton University came and spoke about marriage and how it is between one man and one woman, and about abortion and how it is pretty much murdering a human being.&lt;br /&gt;It was so good. I recommend you find it and read it or watch it. It was amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-1399211399106442611?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/1399211399106442611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=1399211399106442611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1399211399106442611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1399211399106442611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage-and-family.html' title='Marriage and Family!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5506129786446665394</id><published>2008-10-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:50:12.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>speak of the famous!</title><content type='html'>I'm on an "I met famous people" rampage.  Perhaps that word gives the wrong impression but it sounded good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start with my Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;~woke up at 7:45&lt;br /&gt;~left the house at 9:00-ish&lt;br /&gt;~arrived at work at 9:30-ish&lt;br /&gt;~found out my station was moved...I usually work at the far south loge door. The girl that works at the south Middle door wasnt there, so they put me there because it is a little busier than where I usually work and they didnt want the new person to freak out...or something like that...&lt;br /&gt;~talked to my co-workers  who were a lot closer than usual.&lt;br /&gt;~I heard someone in the loges above me yelling...? something about 'mike check'...he was just talking loud...I think it was the announcer guy practicing or something.&lt;br /&gt;~I asked my co-workers what it was...they couldnt hear it...&lt;br /&gt;~I went back to my spot and heard it again...this time they came to hear...the guy stopped when they got there...hahaha&lt;br /&gt;~they thought I was crazy...just joking...&lt;br /&gt;~they heard him finally&lt;br /&gt;~He started to sing...weird.&lt;br /&gt;~I told my co-workers; they said I should blog about it hahaha&lt;br /&gt;~people started coming&lt;br /&gt;~Found out there are a lot of well kown people that use that door.&lt;br /&gt;~I met: a lot of people with the last name Quigley, a Sister Perry-I didnt read her first name...and I couldnt tell how old she was, Elder Gene R. Cook and his wife, Elder Steven R. Snow and a bunch of offspring-looking people with his last name.&lt;br /&gt;~Donnie Osmond's nephews were seated just below me...I didnt recognize them...an old man asked them if they were related to Donnie. hahaha After that I realized how much he did look like him haha. &lt;br /&gt;~Basically Donnie Osmond's brother talked to me and kinda got mad at me hahaha...how many people can say someone famous got mad at them???? ok, maybe a lot...He basically thought that he was entitled to use the elevator anytime he wanted (he thought u-box tickt holders were allowed in there anytime.) he wasnt mean about it. he respected my position. he just said the other people were wrong. haha&lt;br /&gt;~I had compassoin and let his son/grandson/random little boy with him--whoever he was, use the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;~someone inside the loge got mad at me for letting them in... it was scary, I thought I was gonna lose my job...I am making a bigger deal than it was, but I really was scared... the guy was like dont let people in. I was like sorry, I didnt know. first time working at this door. the guy was like ok. then my advisor said I was doing just fine and not to worry haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my saturday of famous people...exciting huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5506129786446665394?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5506129786446665394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5506129786446665394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5506129786446665394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5506129786446665394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/speak-of-famous.html' title='speak of the famous!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4208606398117060324</id><published>2008-10-24T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:49:10.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof</title><content type='html'>Yeah I just went on his site and I found my picture...it's not the cutest but hey, it's genuine. They took one of us both looking at the camera... all cute and side hug-like... but apparently this one was the best...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SQI0ljb_F2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GE72LksG2Z8/s1600-h/MeAndKirby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SQI0ljb_F2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GE72LksG2Z8/s320/MeAndKirby1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260825134494586722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4208606398117060324?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4208606398117060324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4208606398117060324' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4208606398117060324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4208606398117060324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/proof.html' title='Proof'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SQI0ljb_F2I/AAAAAAAAAEc/GE72LksG2Z8/s72-c/MeAndKirby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2437736267905969449</id><published>2008-10-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:41:18.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old-ish memories...</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot to blog about this, but I think it is worth documenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago I was sitting in the Terrace of the Wilk. I saw a huge line forming just inside the bookstore, so I went to check it out...Kirby Heyborne was in there selling movies, Cd's and just taking pictures and signing autographs.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have class for another half hour, so I grabbed a friend and we stood in line for a bit. I knew I wasn't going to get to the front before my class, but I wanted to see how far I would get. We barely made it inside the bookstore doors before I had to leave. I had my friend's friend take a pic of me in front of Kirby to prove that I was in line, and that I was there. (She never got the picture to me...sad day.)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so I went to class. It was my ASL class and we had an "oral" exam that day so I went in, presented my story, and left. I thought I would see how far my friend got while I was gone. They were right up front! so I jumped back in line and was the next in line. It was great. I had just taken an exam so I was shaky and nervous, so when I met Kirby he probably thought I was his biggest fan...I wasn't freaking out about him.  gee. hahaha. I shook his hand and he pulled me into a hug and then he heard my name and was very intrigued haha. he is a little bit weird... :)&lt;br /&gt;He signed my planner and then I had to go. (while he was talking to me he had his hand on my elbow...weird...) then he gave me another hug and they took a picture and stuff...maybe I'll find my picture on his website...IDK. yeah. so pretty much I met Kirby Heyborne. It was cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2437736267905969449?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2437736267905969449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2437736267905969449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2437736267905969449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2437736267905969449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/old-ish-memories.html' title='Old-ish memories...'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6282144808003954024</id><published>2008-10-19T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:25:59.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyrex.</title><content type='html'>Today I dropped my Pyrex pan... :'(  really, I almost cried. I was holding it, getting ready to cook some yummy chicken broccoli casserole, and my roommate walked past me and knocked it out of my hand. It shattered...tear... So I called up my wonderful sister Theresa and she supplied me with a new one almost equally as cool. Thanks Theresa!&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finished product.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBkFL8LiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4lCx7sGGi_o/s1600-h/pyrex+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBkFL8LiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4lCx7sGGi_o/s320/pyrex+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009815496896034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBjyZe8SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5aI493JRjdc/s1600-h/pyrex+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBjyZe8SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5aI493JRjdc/s320/pyrex+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009810453426466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBkUJNxDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5jhDSkFCUws/s1600-h/pyrex+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBkUJNxDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5jhDSkFCUws/s320/pyrex+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259009819511997490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6282144808003954024?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6282144808003954024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6282144808003954024' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6282144808003954024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6282144808003954024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/pyrex.html' title='Pyrex.'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPvBkFL8LiI/AAAAAAAAAEM/4lCx7sGGi_o/s72-c/pyrex+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3774042929765194777</id><published>2008-10-18T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:01:10.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babysitting.</title><content type='html'>I am posting this because people want to hear from me...I'm sure hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday I planned to go to Divine Comedy. It was excellent. The headliner was the Lion King...(Cougar King). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My FHE mom, and next door neighbor, is a Mary Kay consultant. She scheduled me for a free color class thing. Basically, I went to her apt and she told me how to do my makeup better...? and gave me ideas for colors and shades to use. I already did my own makeup; she just showed me things to do that have different effects...like where to put my eyeshadow on my kind-of-deep-set eyes so they dont look kind-of-deep-set. That was fun and interesting to learn. I got a free compact...it's empty haha. I have to buy anything I want to put in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my makeup was all done for Divine Comedy. I even had lipstick on...weird, but it looked nice. My brothers noticed, haha. I felt special. They took us (me and Nicole) to dinner afterward. We had some delicious Burger Supreme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I slept in...(it is still Saturday even though it is techniquely Sunday.) That was nice. I tried doing my makeup similar to how Nikki (my FHE mom) showed me. I tried to curl my hair using a flat iron (straightener). It worked out pretty good. I took lots of pictures...I'm vain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754626431845666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZeH1phSI/AAAAAAAAADk/H319nOVjLEg/s320/babysitting+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754622679666818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZd53D0II/AAAAAAAAADc/WeeXoONkYB0/s320/babysitting+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled out my broken Web Cam to see if it would work on my laptop. It did! I talked to my momma and dadda on web cam. (I still can't get the microphone part to work.) Since I pulled out my web cam I decided to take pictures of myself to test it out. I may have gotten a little crazy...(I have a serious lack of camera use in my life right now, so I was trying to make up for it.) You can find those pictures on facebook. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753335784370098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrYS_zT77I/AAAAAAAAAC0/BIDlhY80HX4/s320/Picture+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753339012419266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrYTL08DsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/y5HdN8PCQEk/s320/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753337907044642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrYTHtZYSI/AAAAAAAAADE/SEbKUp2gcSY/s320/Picture+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753343176787650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrYTbVzRsI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xd0V5yrFZ6I/s320/Picture+11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258753341388445634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrYTUrbV8I/AAAAAAAAADU/L9jlUJtNu7g/s320/Picture+9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to babysit my niece, Eliza! She is getting soo big. she is now 6 months old! I pulled out my camera and took pictures of her for everyone to see because nobody has seen any lately. Now everyone will love me... :D. ....I'll have you know, it is hard to take pictures, by yourself, of a baby who doesnt like to be put down.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754638143803378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZezd_z_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/0ygL_VYvE7Q/s320/babysitting+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754636434103602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZetGX3TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KOk-sWpZjTU/s320/babysitting+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754636804295954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZeueojRI/AAAAAAAAADs/GCMBmVYHr4c/s320/babysitting+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle and Jenny told me to put her to bed cause she was tired, and that she would get up in a little and be hungry...I put her to sleep. She slept the whole time...So, I decided to do the dishes...and I even cleaned the stove and front of the oven...when I was done I pulled out my piano homework and got to practicing...for the last half hour. (Kyle and Jenny went to the opera at BYU. They left at 7-ish and got home about 10-ish or later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My piano skills are coming along pretty good. I am impressed with my sweet skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle's and Jenny's piano is old, so it sounds old...almost out of tune...so it had this eerie sound to it. The song I was practicing is called Lament...so it was kind of creepy...when they got home I jumped...haha :D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go.&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/6248274654337505297-3774042929765194777?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3774042929765194777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3774042929765194777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3774042929765194777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3774042929765194777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/babysitting.html' title='Babysitting.'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SPrZeH1phSI/AAAAAAAAADk/H319nOVjLEg/s72-c/babysitting+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6513102197634844557</id><published>2008-10-12T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:01:54.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Informing and Catching up</title><content type='html'>I almost started this post with "so,...." haha. I decided that is how I always start them, so I am trying a new thing...starting it with something else... Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to catch up my blog on my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick...not fun! I started getting sick on Sunday of general conference. I was still "getting sick" on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday I stopped fighting the truth and admitted I was sick. I got a blessing...thanks to my very wonderful brothers.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I was "worse", I couldnt think at all in my classes. it was not fun.&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I felt better! I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I felt better even still, but the sencond I left the house, I almost died...IT WAS SOOO COLD!!! I had to work on Sat. I was affraid I would get sick again, or more, or whatever because I wasnt fully recovered. and it was supposed to snow on Sat.&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;so I bundled up a lot because I work outside: I have to stand on almost the highest point of the stadium for 6 hours. I get a ten minute break where I maybe get a small bag of chips and sit for maybe 5 mins. I was very affraid for my health.&lt;br /&gt;It worked out ok. they gave me one hand warmer.&lt;br /&gt;...fun story...&lt;br /&gt;So I thought about taking a beanie to wear, but I decided it might not be THAT cold. so I went to work. My ears were FREEZING!!!!! I couldnt believe how dumb I was. the reason I dont like beanies is because they always slide off my head, and they are always more of a nuisance than a help. Todd got this one beanie last year that looked different; it looked like it would actually stay on my head. I never tried it on but I always dreamed that it was the perfect beanie for me....so back to my story...so Todd came to visit me beofre the game yesterday. I always bug him about never coming with Seth and Skyler at half time... so that was neat. Todd had on the beanie that i love...I looked at him and half seriously asked if he happened to have an extra one. He pulled one out of his pocket!!!!!!! I almost died hahaha. He told me that they were passing out free ones again this year. (thats how he got his last year.) he said He thought about getting one and was like "I dont need another...I'll get one for Benji"...(he came up for the game). so Todd got an extra and it "just happened" that I needed one hahaha so he decided I could have it!!! THANK YOU TODDY!! (there are no such things as accidents.) Heavenly Father knew I was gonna be dumb and not bring a beanie and that I would deffinately need one. He got Todd to get an extra. I know it. :)&lt;br /&gt;anyways the game was fun. sorta. my favorite part was the three little 7ish year old boys that were playing around by me. they were cute. they each got hand warmers and I told them how to use them the best and they just made me laugh. I told them that the prsident sat in the box behind where I stand and they were like "the president of the united states??" haha I tried to explain that it was the president of BYU and they were like "Brigham Young??"&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm done talking about my sick weekend...pun intended...jk haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to make a shopping list for tomorrow. I go shopping on Mondays. I decided I should plan my meals so that I have a plan and can use my money and food the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;So I feel aldult-ish...I made my dinner menu for the whole week and I can't wait to make all the yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;It snowed today...it even hailed a little. ugh....nothing stuck...but it's still cold...I like the snow and the cold but I have decided that I would much rather live in a hot place...a dessert... hopefully the man I marry agrees. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got a letter from my good friend Kristie Michelsen. she is serving a mission in Chile. she leaves the MTC tomorrow...Monday the 13th. she says hello to all. she is gonna be a great influence on the people of Chile.&lt;br /&gt;I should not be awake right now.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.hahaha I posted this and was re-reading it and noticed that I wrote dessert and not desert...I'm gonna leave it.haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6513102197634844557?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6513102197634844557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6513102197634844557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6513102197634844557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6513102197634844557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/10/informing-and.html' title='Informing and Catching up'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-591474450798729071</id><published>2008-09-23T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:36:36.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLASSES</title><content type='html'>so I pretty much have always wanted to wear glasses. Ever since I was little and Cynthia had them; I always wanted them. Everyone told me I would hate them and that they would bug me... so I was like whatever... well in my senior year of high school I started to notice that I couldn't see as well as I always thought I could. I went to the eye doctor, and sure enough! He gave me glasses. The minute I put them on-I loved them! They didn't bug me. They just sat there on my face and blended in...and as a plus-I could actually see a lot of things I never realized that I couldn't see. For example: colors are so much brighter with my glasses, and if you know me you know that I love to look at colors! also I love looking at trees...the leaves are so beautiful through my glasses! everything is just so much sharper and prettier and a lot more interesting to look at! So anyway, it has been almost 2 years since I got my first pair of glasses. they got scratched and I noticed that i couldn't see the same out of them. Everything was becoming a little dull again. It wasn't drastic or anything, just a slight difference in my right eye. So I finally made it to the eye doctor again and he got me a new perscription. The only problem with glasses was that I couldn't wear sunglasses. My eyes are sensitive to light and so I always squint. I'm sure I walk around campus with an expression like I'm ready to kill. So I got some perscription sunglasses...I'm not sure if I'm ready for contacts. The doctor said he wouldn't recommend them to me. Anyway, so I have been waiting for those to come...my new pair of glasses and sunglasses. The regular pair came in scratched so they sent them back. Then the sunglasses came in without tint, so they sent those back. Well finally they made it back safe, and they were mailed to me. I now have my new glasses and my new sunglasses! I can see and I can't believe how much of a difference it makes! "I can see clearly now"-- thats what Nicole sings to me every time I mention how wonderful it is that I can see!&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-591474450798729071?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/591474450798729071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=591474450798729071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/591474450798729071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/591474450798729071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/09/glasses.html' title='GLASSES'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5231058511953491179</id><published>2008-08-31T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T14:18:08.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer!</title><content type='html'>So summer is over. It was my favorite semester at BYU so far. Well...it was a term really. I got A's and B+'s. My dance class was the best. I made loads of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;     So summer is over and I went home...we went to Disneyland!! It was soo much fun! Then I came up to BYU again. I'm excited to see all my old friends I haven't seen in a while. &lt;br /&gt;     I moved into my new apartment...King Henry. It's nice. I'm a little nervous for school... we live kinda far away. It wont be like in the summer because the bus doesnt come as late as the one over the summer did.&lt;br /&gt;     I got a job! I'm an usher at the football games. I worked my first game on sat. It was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;     I'm really looking forward to this year...hopefully my classes aren't too bad. and hopefully I can cope.&lt;br /&gt;     I'm a little stressed out...mostly cause everything is soo new...new roomates...new number of roomates...new apartment...new job...new semester...I just need to get the hang of it, get back into a groove. I hope I adjust fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5231058511953491179?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5231058511953491179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5231058511953491179' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5231058511953491179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5231058511953491179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer.html' title='summer!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-34233689049472173</id><published>2008-07-14T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:29:59.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP-SP-SP-SPIDER!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, it wasn't exactly a spider, but...it was a really big bug and it was hissing at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know when spiders do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222993140027854402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SHvMlpepjkI/AAAAAAAAACc/-ekbrsQ8RuQ/s320/60004208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;well that's what this really large cockroach-thing was doing. (maybe it was a Madagascar Hissing cockroach that escaped Fear Factor and was wreaking havoc all over the country!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222995543328714194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SHvOxieObdI/AAAAAAAAACk/t-JydmUFAmI/s320/Hissing-Cockroach-Thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to take the dogs out last night and I opened the door and stepped outside, and on our steps right in front of me was this huge brown-black thing hissing at me. I couldn't see exactly what it was because it was dark, it was directly facing me, and it was reared up on its hind legs. I decided it was one of those really huge poisonous spiders and that it was spitting poison at me. So, I immediately ran inside and yelled for Theresa. She came downstairs, looked out the window, and tried to tell me it is a water beetle. I didn't believe her because giant cockroaches don't spit poison, and they don't get up on their hind legs like that. She continued to insist it was a water beetle, so I looked through the peep hole and I saw that it was infact, a giant cockroach. So I told her there is no way she was getting me out there to get rid of it. She made a comment about wishing Dan were here, and then mentioned that we should get Seth to come take care of it. But, she was brave and took a broom and went out there. I made her close the door in case it could fly. She whacked it pretty good then used the dust pan to get it back up on the sidewalk then she whacked it again and it wasn't putting up any resistance( 'he stopped moving kish') and then she whacked it again and dust-panned it down the sidewalk away from the house. After all that, she still made me take the dogs out. So I made her stay there and make sure there weren't any more giant cockroaches ready to attack. It was very scary and luckily I didn't have nightmares. When I went to take the dogs out again this morning, the giant cockroach was still on its back where Theresa left it. Its legs were still moving--gross! (Those things survive everything. Just ask Wall~E) It is now gone, and I don't know where it is. I just hope it doesn't come back for revenge...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer: I was going to take a picture of it after I took the dogs out this morning, but when I was bringing them back inside, it was gone. So, neither of these pictures were taken by me; I googled for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-34233689049472173?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/34233689049472173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=34233689049472173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/34233689049472173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/34233689049472173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/07/sp-sp-sp-spider.html' title='SP-SP-SP-SPIDER!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SHvMlpepjkI/AAAAAAAAACc/-ekbrsQ8RuQ/s72-c/60004208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4844819695308286081</id><published>2008-07-01T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:26:35.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good news guys!!!</title><content type='html'>So I got my grades for Spring Term... I got and A in Biology and a B in American Heritage! I like those grades haha. So, yesterday, I got my scholarship letter...I got the scholarship for fall and winter!!!! I'm so excited...mostly cause my mom thinks I dont try hard enough haha--I mean working wise..I dont try and get a job, I'm lazy, I stay at home all day...but the truth is I just think about my classes, and I try to do well in them, and then I do do well...I dont do do--that is a wierd thing to try to express haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you dont think my mom thinks ill of me. she just hopes I dont waste my life doing nothing when I could be making something of myself. That's why I'm excited I got the scholarship, so I dont have quite as much pressure to get a job hahaha...I'll still be looking of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4844819695308286081?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4844819695308286081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4844819695308286081' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4844819695308286081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4844819695308286081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-news-guys.html' title='good news guys!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4286844824073605683</id><published>2008-06-18T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:18:20.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Appreciation!!!</title><content type='html'>so I have developped a new appreciation for Ignacio...aka Nacho...aka the Luchador. while I am here at Theresa's house, I have cooking duty... dead grass duty...dead bird duty. And rice making duty( isnt that like cooking duty?) haha. so I always cook dinner thats just how it goes :P. then today we were outside making some final touches on regrowing the grass and Theresa made me pick up the dead baby bird that was in the middle of the grass it was very nasty. it was like a new hatchling or an embryo. dont worry I did not drink the yoke for magical eagle powers. but I did use paper towels and a plastic baggy. she also made me pick up all the dead grass she unearthed haha. and then she told me to make rice because only I can do it apparently (I already had this posted and Theresa wanted me to add rice to my duties haha) so yeah! I felt like laughing about being like nacho!!! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4286844824073605683?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4286844824073605683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4286844824073605683' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4286844824073605683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4286844824073605683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-appreciation.html' title='New Appreciation!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-4610137562912595311</id><published>2008-06-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T21:43:50.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cynthia...A Tribute</title><content type='html'>so I was looking at my old msn space thing and I found a whole bunch of pictures. There were quite a few of Cynthia, so I decided to post them in tribute to the good days of summer we used to spend together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1ml4ga0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wJ9ktBF8bRM/s1600-h/meandCBathingSuits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1ml4ga0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wJ9ktBF8bRM/s320/meandCBathingSuits.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216287197326146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     This first one is extremely old haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1my-w7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J4HNJcX90oc/s1600-h/homecoming05_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1my-w7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J4HNJcX90oc/s320/homecoming05_12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216290713235250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                  Homecoming 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH2cd_yeEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XI4BfRJXKzk/s1600-h/meandCC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH2cd_yeEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XI4BfRJXKzk/s320/meandCC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211217212793321538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   KT's Apt in Reno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1m2zXbXI/AAAAAAAAABw/5ND9WRCal_k/s1600-h/cc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1m2zXbXI/AAAAAAAAABw/5ND9WRCal_k/s320/cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216291739168114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1nDdFp9I/AAAAAAAAACA/R9EEvP92S8U/s1600-h/cc8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1nDdFp9I/AAAAAAAAACA/R9EEvP92S8U/s320/cc8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216295135389650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               This one of her face is my favorite one haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1nBfjoMI/AAAAAAAAACI/WuKTfB_8LPU/s1600-h/cc11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1nBfjoMI/AAAAAAAAACI/WuKTfB_8LPU/s320/cc11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211216294608871618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                              Most of the pictures I have, she took herself. She is so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many more where these came from. (If you want them Cynthia, just ask or something I can email any you want.) :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-4610137562912595311?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/4610137562912595311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=4610137562912595311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4610137562912595311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/4610137562912595311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/06/cynthiaa-tribute.html' title='Cynthia...A Tribute'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SFH1ml4ga0I/AAAAAAAAABo/wJ9ktBF8bRM/s72-c/meandCBathingSuits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5575123484917062842</id><published>2008-06-09T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:12:03.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Lift!!</title><content type='html'>so I got a face lift--on my blog. :) it is quite pretty I think. I invented it myself! with an incredible amount of help from Theresa! thanks pal. anyhow no I think my blog is more interesting to look at. I might just get online and stare at it all the time hahah jkjk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5575123484917062842?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5575123484917062842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5575123484917062842' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5575123484917062842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5575123484917062842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/06/face-lift.html' title='Face Lift!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-869974649456686667</id><published>2008-06-08T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:27:23.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culinary Artist!!!</title><content type='html'>so I found out I'm a natural culinary master piece--artist. well not exactly, but I did bake cookies all by myself for the first time ever!!!!! and I must say they are quite good considering I don't even like cookies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEyUtDsW2sI/AAAAAAAAABc/BastxZ3aoYE/s1600-h/cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEyUtDsW2sI/AAAAAAAAABc/BastxZ3aoYE/s320/cookies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209702370767198914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are not the cookies I made but they are the same kind :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-869974649456686667?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/869974649456686667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=869974649456686667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/869974649456686667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/869974649456686667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/06/culinary-artist.html' title='Culinary Artist!!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEyUtDsW2sI/AAAAAAAAABc/BastxZ3aoYE/s72-c/cookies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-1159381375711902261</id><published>2008-06-06T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:31:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job--less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEoAZlZ1j8I/AAAAAAAAABU/LDib6SXsVow/s1600-h/jobless.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEoAZlZ1j8I/AAAAAAAAABU/LDib6SXsVow/s320/jobless.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208976358544609218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         (This used to say: Enticing the jobless back to work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I didn't ever get called back for any of the jobs I applied to but I did get contacted for my service project at the library. So, I am working in the back rooms sorting books to be re-shelved hahaha. I'll be done next week. along with school!!!! yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-1159381375711902261?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/1159381375711902261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=1159381375711902261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1159381375711902261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/1159381375711902261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/06/job-less.html' title='Job--less'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/SEoAZlZ1j8I/AAAAAAAAABU/LDib6SXsVow/s72-c/jobless.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3934538758798513514</id><published>2008-04-28T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:54:30.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>I have applied to work as a vegitable preperation person. I'll be making salads and sandwhiches and cutting vegies in the cougareat. its mon-fri 2:00-6:00...I think. I guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3934538758798513514?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3934538758798513514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3934538758798513514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3934538758798513514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3934538758798513514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/04/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3128726653294209909</id><published>2008-04-28T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:08:02.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring/Summer</title><content type='html'>So I've moved in with Theresa. Dan is gone for the summer so I get to do his chores and keep Theresa busy hehe. I've been here one day and its pretty good. the bed is better than I've had for a while. my Wyview bed was too hard and my trundle back home is too wiggly hahah. but it's nice here. I start school tomorrow. I'm excited!! well, as excited as I can be. I took the bus today to try it out. I went to buy books. as I was printing the list someone tapped me on the shoulder so I turned around and didnt recognize anyone haha but then the guy that did it pointed behind him and I saw nathanael hiding behind a bookshelf hahah. turns out he told his new roomie to tap my shoulder hahah. it was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3128726653294209909?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3128726653294209909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3128726653294209909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3128726653294209909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3128726653294209909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/04/springsummer.html' title='Spring/Summer'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-2109390207204576412</id><published>2008-04-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T23:05:43.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Folly!!</title><content type='html'>It was just a joke haha. I just wanted everyone to see the funny ring I found hahah I thought it was hillarious hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-2109390207204576412?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/2109390207204576412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=2109390207204576412' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2109390207204576412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/2109390207204576412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-folly.html' title='O Folly!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-3380079396418843702</id><published>2008-04-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:43:46.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ring!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/R_l8Ni_trkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GiXBnAzfpMU/s1600-h/2karat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186313018068020802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/R_l8Ni_trkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GiXBnAzfpMU/s320/2karat.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, as all of you know- since Seth can't keep any secrets- i have been dating this guy for a while now and well things were getting pretty serious and we went for a walk today like we do every sunday...and well he proposed!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a 2 karat ring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-3380079396418843702?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/3380079396418843702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=3380079396418843702' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3380079396418843702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/3380079396418843702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/04/ring.html' title='ring!!'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zTxo3hzwAPk/R_l8Ni_trkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/GiXBnAzfpMU/s72-c/2karat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-5722463199337118064</id><published>2008-04-05T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T21:27:55.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>General Conference</title><content type='html'>Hello again all.  It's General Conference weekend and well my roomates and I decided to go see the Solemn Assembly live.  We didn't have tckets so we had to do stand by. Let me just tell you it was rough.  We got up at 2:00 this morning and headed for Salt Lake at about 3:00.  We arrived at 3:45 and were like the 3rd group in line so we were right up front I was number 7.  Anyway, so we had to stand in line for 6 hours. It was so cold. But it was sooo coool though!!!!  We were there live for the first time there was a solemn assembly in the conference center. Basically I was present at a Historical event! muhahaha. Anyways I am way tired so I will sleep now. Good night everybody!&lt;br /&gt;Karrae&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-5722463199337118064?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/5722463199337118064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=5722463199337118064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5722463199337118064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/5722463199337118064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/04/general-conference.html' title='General Conference'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248274654337505297.post-6636619935153197704</id><published>2008-03-19T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T22:33:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hello people. I have decided to make a post on my blog muhahaha.  I think I shall state some personal goals and dreams that I have. Maybe I will accomplish them this way :). &lt;br /&gt;       I have decided to learn how to type the real way, with all the right fingers and capitalizing when needed and the like.  well I guess I'll just start with the capitalizing and stuff haha. I need that cool program that I can't remember the name of, with the cameleon that eats the letters you type haha. &lt;br /&gt;       I have also decided to keep more on top of things and more prepared for things like tests and projects and journal writing and scripture reading and the like.&lt;br /&gt;   I think it is important for me to take on this new stage in my life. Maybe I'll feel more adult like haha. yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;well this was a nice chat thank you!&lt;br /&gt;KK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6248274654337505297-6636619935153197704?l=karraetoupee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/feeds/6636619935153197704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248274654337505297&amp;postID=6636619935153197704' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6636619935153197704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248274654337505297/posts/default/6636619935153197704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karraetoupee.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Karrae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09611602042585652499</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DWSOl4yo1kk/ToXqWxv0PjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VHu-iNrMfTY/s220/Day%2B3_IMG_1011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
