<?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-5977316968329492693</id><updated>2012-02-19T22:38:08.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McKell Murdock</title><subtitle type='html'>McKell Murdock</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6688688804215425107</id><published>2011-05-16T21:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T21:13:27.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What really happens</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, in January 2011, I went to Jumpin' Jacks with my family.   I just love bouncing on those bouncy houses.  I was having a great time til' I sat down and looked slightly upward to the ceiling.  That is when I realized why Santa didn't come to my house this year.  I don't know if I am the first to find him, but I will not sit idly and let Santa suffer.  It must be known what monsters the people at Jumpin' Jacks are.  If this isn't proof enough, look closely and the the toad that is welcoming everyone to this fine establishment with the double-handed, single-finger wave.  Right back at ya' Jumpin' Jacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dybpYnJWjvY/TdHnJuoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/62_HrX1AVDU/s1600/IMG_7894.jpg"&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/-dybpYnJWjvY/TdHnJuoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/62_HrX1AVDU/s400/IMG_7894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607517165374860050" 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/5977316968329492693-6688688804215425107?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6688688804215425107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6688688804215425107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6688688804215425107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6688688804215425107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-really-happens.html' title='What really happens'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dybpYnJWjvY/TdHnJuoS6xI/AAAAAAAAAxE/62_HrX1AVDU/s72-c/IMG_7894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2207598013283414093</id><published>2011-02-06T15:37:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:57:02.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Indeed</title><content type='html'>When I was in New Zealand we were going to a place called Rotorua on a group trip.  We were only going to stay a couple hours and go to a certain show.  Our hosts didn't think that we were doing Rotorua justice.  They said that in Rotorua (10 minute drive) were these cool hot mud pools and we had to go.  One lady in particular said "that's like flying to Salt Lake and not seeing the Grand Canyon!"  She had no idea how far that really was.  (That seemed funnier at the time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point of that little anecdote is that I went to the GRAND CANYON!  Eight months ago, I went to the Grand Canyon for the first time.  Kellie and I decided that we should probably take a boy.  You know, to be safe. So Seth came along with us, to "protect" us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8kckxpy8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nyFCZ8X6cLo/s1600/IMG_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8kckxpy8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nyFCZ8X6cLo/s400/IMG_6908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570711337407466434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As this picture so perfectly demonstrates, he was a way bigger wimp than Kellie and I.   We would have been fine by ourselves.  But he is funny.  You might be wondering why we are in Dixie National Forest?  We missed an important turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8lXcwiUvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Rj766WSWMsA/s1600/IMG_6946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8lXcwiUvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Rj766WSWMsA/s400/IMG_6946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570712348867580658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Canyon was indeed Grand.  I was in awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8ltiyNnfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/X6WXrrwe7v0/s1600/IMG_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8ltiyNnfI/AAAAAAAAAwc/X6WXrrwe7v0/s400/IMG_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570712728442346994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone from NZ actually took this picture.  Funny eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8mdxnhDgI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fJ6HfPn0gJ0/s1600/IMG_6991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8mdxnhDgI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fJ6HfPn0gJ0/s400/IMG_6991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570713557057736194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rented bikes and rode along the rim.  It was a lot of fun.  I really want it to be summer again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2207598013283414093?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2207598013283414093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2207598013283414093' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2207598013283414093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2207598013283414093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2011/02/grand-indeed.html' title='Grand Indeed'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TU8kckxpy8I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nyFCZ8X6cLo/s72-c/IMG_6908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4744357320608047803</id><published>2010-07-29T00:17:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T00:33:55.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversing with Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEejHwHEoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_nT3LhLZSiw/s1600/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEejHwHEoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_nT3LhLZSiw/s400/IMG_3437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499210208721179266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I went camping with some family up Albion Basin.  Miranda's kids were there and as usual, provided us with lots of entertainment.  I thought about this conversation again today it made me laugh out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miranda was justifying some holes on Hatee's pj's and said something about her washing machine eating her clothing.&lt;br /&gt;Ty:  Yeah, washing machine my butt.&lt;br /&gt;Micah (in all seriousness):  Ty-Ty, your butt's a washing chine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEe_YLAb7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ozgLd_NeVgQ/s1600/IMG_3411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEe_YLAb7I/AAAAAAAAAuM/ozgLd_NeVgQ/s400/IMG_3411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499210694165295026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEfagKh3oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zKbqf22PxlQ/s1600/IMG_3443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEfagKh3oI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zKbqf22PxlQ/s400/IMG_3443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499211160167243394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To see another form of entertainment provided by Micah, fly on over to &lt;a href="http://www.tyandbremurdock.blogspot.com"&gt;Ty and Bre's blog&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh, I love these kiddos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4744357320608047803?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4744357320608047803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4744357320608047803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4744357320608047803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4744357320608047803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2010/07/conversing-with-children.html' title='Conversing with Children'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TFEejHwHEoI/AAAAAAAAAuE/_nT3LhLZSiw/s72-c/IMG_3437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8041403749535106758</id><published>2010-07-18T16:34:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T21:57:59.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Nebo</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Ty, Bre and I climbed to the top of Mt. Nebo.  It was ... hard but good.  I'll leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; the climb of death, that is why I am still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhTNjbNgI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6nwIE_Q_b-Q/s1600/IMG_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhTNjbNgI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6nwIE_Q_b-Q/s400/IMG_7075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495413321749968386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the death hill, there was not as much smiling.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEPMBMoFH1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/_s7Wdx7vg04/s1600/IMG_3356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEPMBMoFH1I/AAAAAAAAAsk/_s7Wdx7vg04/s400/IMG_3356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495460291263405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us having lunch at the summit.  Feeling pretty happy about being on top of the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhjD3PPiI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ogGZadsHDlw/s1600/IMG_7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhjD3PPiI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ogGZadsHDlw/s400/IMG_7090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495413594026622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhuv0NzUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cxSHjlVBV94/s1600/IMG_7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhuv0NzUI/AAAAAAAAAsc/cxSHjlVBV94/s400/IMG_7095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495413794803666242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Bre and I were in a band, this would be our new album cover.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEPMrelr3PI/AAAAAAAAAss/wt58dN1AM6Q/s1600/IMG_3378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEPMrelr3PI/AAAAAAAAAss/wt58dN1AM6Q/s400/IMG_3378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495461017639705842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last 2 miles I pretty much wanted to kill myself.  I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so tired&lt;/span&gt;.  But now 24 hours later, I feel good about it and happy that we made it to the top.   I was really pleased because I had a lot of good company for the hike.  I made some new friends, there were about 4 flies that flew circles around my head for the WHOLE 8 hours.  It was so nice of them to buzz sounds of encouragement in my ears the  WHOLE 8 hours.  They would softly pat me on the back, head, arms, legs etc. not bothering me at all.  Thanks fly guys.  See you next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8041403749535106758?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8041403749535106758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8041403749535106758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8041403749535106758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8041403749535106758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2010/07/mt-nebo.html' title='Mt. Nebo'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TEOhTNjbNgI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6nwIE_Q_b-Q/s72-c/IMG_7075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3934429519753686211</id><published>2010-06-13T18:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:21:17.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know I am a Godmother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TBV05s_88DI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pIcG0PwbK-o/s1600/IMG_6881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TBV05s_88DI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pIcG0PwbK-o/s400/IMG_6881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482416656074207282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know I am a Godmother?  Well, I am.  I think I am a good one too.  This is my Goddaughter Josie Mae.  I think that she is great, and I am pretty sure she adores me.  When I looked up what a Godparent is supposed to do, it said that traditionally, godparents are informally responsible for ensuring the  child's religious education is carried out.  I think that we can all agree that I am a great candidate for this job.  I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3934429519753686211?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3934429519753686211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3934429519753686211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3934429519753686211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3934429519753686211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2010/06/did-you-know-i-am-godmother.html' title='Did you know I am a Godmother?'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/TBV05s_88DI/AAAAAAAAAsE/pIcG0PwbK-o/s72-c/IMG_6881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6262232557946616090</id><published>2010-04-11T22:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:04:20.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2010</title><content type='html'>Long breaks from school and work are great because you get to relax, sleep in, play, and not be too responsible.  Long breaks from school and work are not so great because eventually you have to go back after having a taste of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8Ke_814q-I/AAAAAAAAArM/n0t_1tMotws/s1600/IMG_6392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8Ke_814q-I/AAAAAAAAArM/n0t_1tMotws/s400/IMG_6392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459100519827549154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My break began by hanging out with these two princesses (I can't wait to show these photos to Ev's future lady friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KfhVXoUzI/AAAAAAAAArU/NtqQVmlCbWg/s1600/IMG_6403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KfhVXoUzI/AAAAAAAAArU/NtqQVmlCbWg/s400/IMG_6403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459101093347218226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After it snowed in the UC, we headed to Moab to play with these monkeys.  This photo is before all 7 of them told off some boy scouts for killing tadpoles.  Saving the environment one  young amphibian at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hiked around Canyonlands for a day, looking at petroglyphs, old Native American granaries, and jumping over potholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KgnMzYrGI/AAAAAAAAArs/6wz3M0M2vR4/s1600/IMG_6419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KgnMzYrGI/AAAAAAAAArs/6wz3M0M2vR4/s400/IMG_6419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459102293638556770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KgY1I2DRI/AAAAAAAAArc/K7nSHNA_z1Y/s1600/IMG_6399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KgY1I2DRI/AAAAAAAAArc/K7nSHNA_z1Y/s400/IMG_6399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459102046767942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8Kge2oKxDI/AAAAAAAAArk/mkcuiQmmMCw/s1600/IMG_6401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8Kge2oKxDI/AAAAAAAAArk/mkcuiQmmMCw/s400/IMG_6401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459102150246974514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;According to this little man, we found lots of dinosaur eggs, bones and nests.  Unfortunately we were unable to find any remnants of the tie-dyed triceratops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KiFc-GhRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YSsvHb4eTNY/s1600/IMG_6422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KiFc-GhRI/AAAAAAAAAr0/YSsvHb4eTNY/s400/IMG_6422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459103912886174994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point Rio and I had a very inspirational conversation that went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;River:  "Kell, why do you have your sleeves rolled up? To get a tan?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:      "Yup."&lt;br /&gt;River:  "Why do you want a tan?  To get a boyfriend?"&lt;br /&gt;Me:      "Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;River:  "You know, if you found a "real man", he wouldn't care what you looked like."&lt;br /&gt;Me:     " Hmmm...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/mckellmurdock/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point over the break a certain sister-in-law, who will remain nameless (but it rhymes with Trashli), told me my hair looked like Joseph Smith.  Yes you read that correctly, JOSEPH SMITH!  I was flattered, of course.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KkpahXIjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2uVgDA3c3Co/s1600/weggeland-joseph-smith_md1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8KkpahXIjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2uVgDA3c3Co/s400/weggeland-joseph-smith_md1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459106729727304242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I kind of want to shave my head, or get extensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the break with a Sunday afternoon cartwheel competition.  And because we are not competitive at all, we video-taped the event to judge who won.  Points were given on style, form and landing.  I put the footage to some music for your viewing pleasure.  I think you will be impressed with our skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5d57ddc1c52b267b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d57ddc1c52b267b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB47CCB8FB1DD26C9EEE243700134A8E6EFCBE5.2C764FBFD648E94F3FE0CE35914B65B7BAE386E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d57ddc1c52b267b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVlUMjlQb80cUmUxVf3kSaADaJhE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5d57ddc1c52b267b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FB47CCB8FB1DD26C9EEE243700134A8E6EFCBE5.2C764FBFD648E94F3FE0CE35914B65B7BAE386E6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5d57ddc1c52b267b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVlUMjlQb80cUmUxVf3kSaADaJhE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6262232557946616090?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6262232557946616090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6262232557946616090' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6262232557946616090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6262232557946616090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2010/04/spring-break-2010.html' title='Spring Break 2010'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S8Ke_814q-I/AAAAAAAAArM/n0t_1tMotws/s72-c/IMG_6392.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3389502007504511034</id><published>2010-02-08T22:05:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:36:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little bit sick of bloggin'.</title><content type='html'>Don't get me wrong, I still love stalking all of you.  I still read others blogs, but no longer feel any desire to update mine.  Maybe it is because I like seeing the overdone holiday spirit that was shown on my last post, maybe I don't like change, maybe I am still holding on to holiday memories wishing I could thrown tinsel on things, maybe I am sick of winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple week ago I went to visit Kel in DC.  Thank goodness I am not there now.  We had a grand old time.  We strutted around the city like we were born there, navigated the streets like we were city girls and rocked the subway like no one has before. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DujLfVeNI/AAAAAAAAApc/vQHhCi-0qb4/s1600-h/IMG_5952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DujLfVeNI/AAAAAAAAApc/vQHhCi-0qb4/s400/IMG_5952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107038383241426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our 5th or so pic of the capitol.  The man that took this pic must not like the Statue of Freedom on top, hence he cut it out of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3Du4kDvLUI/AAAAAAAAAps/ZjQnD4_-_cw/s1600-h/IMG_5971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3Du4kDvLUI/AAAAAAAAAps/ZjQnD4_-_cw/s400/IMG_5971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107405755624770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Kel practically bought this place out.  They were going out of business (not sure if that is a good sign).  Michelle was obviously very excited to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3Duuw_XnkI/AAAAAAAAApk/TOevKAYX6fE/s1600-h/IMG_5966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3Duuw_XnkI/AAAAAAAAApk/TOevKAYX6fE/s400/IMG_5966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107237428272706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roaming around the National Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DvAVQF7KI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JA7W17mnuZo/s1600-h/IMG_5977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DvAVQF7KI/AAAAAAAAAp0/JA7W17mnuZo/s400/IMG_5977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107539219868834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although not flattering of either of us, this is probably my favorite picture.  It was raining quite hard and was cold.  My face says exactly what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DvMt4_sCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/78BzYot_3CY/s1600-h/IMG_6040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DvMt4_sCI/AAAAAAAAAp8/78BzYot_3CY/s400/IMG_6040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436107751992307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A shout out to our most gracious host, Kelcy.  It was very nice to catch up with her.  Kelcy and Darrell opened up Hotel Pierre for Kel and I.  We enjoyed the laughs, Trinidadian food, and not to mention the Jag we cruised around in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot forget Matt, the man who lives inside of this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DyrDpEhYI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fMji1L3BBSQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DyrDpEhYI/AAAAAAAAAqE/fMji1L3BBSQ/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436111571762054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not sure what Matt looks like but judging by his accent, I think it is probably something like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DzO24eR6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Q3R6-9QrCkQ/s1600-h/hugh-jackman-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DzO24eR6I/AAAAAAAAAqM/Q3R6-9QrCkQ/s400/hugh-jackman-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436112186812286882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt, without you there would have been much more cussing, honking, tears and overall despair.  I think I am in love with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3389502007504511034?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3389502007504511034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3389502007504511034' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3389502007504511034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3389502007504511034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-little-bit-sick-of-bloggin.html' title='I&apos;m a little bit sick of bloggin&apos;.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/S3DujLfVeNI/AAAAAAAAApc/vQHhCi-0qb4/s72-c/IMG_5952.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1533110429467611771</id><published>2009-12-30T13:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:41:56.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Navidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Szu6x67ARXI/AAAAAAAAApM/kYz9-xosMT4/s1600-h/dec"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Szu6x67ARXI/AAAAAAAAApM/kYz9-xosMT4/s400/dec" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421131943263618418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to post this all month.  The time has now come and gone.  So let me just say that I hope you all had a Merry Christmas, filled with baked goods, sweaters, tinsel and overdone hair and make up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-1533110429467611771?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1533110429467611771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1533110429467611771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1533110429467611771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1533110429467611771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-navidad.html' title='Feliz Navidad'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Szu6x67ARXI/AAAAAAAAApM/kYz9-xosMT4/s72-c/dec' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5782811424632612155</id><published>2009-11-19T22:21:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:43:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago, I turned 23. In order to celebrate the whole Murdock clan drove to Moab. Some of us attended the Folk Festival and basked in the Moab sun. We all hiked to Delicate Arch and I can't believe how stunning it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYopt0YqoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/YDL3P6VRMIE/s1600/IMG_5753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYopt0YqoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/YDL3P6VRMIE/s400/IMG_5753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406053099843922562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls at the Moab Folk Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYogs72INI/AAAAAAAAAn8/c2XyzGAp1A0/s1600/IMG_5752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYogs72INI/AAAAAAAAAn8/c2XyzGAp1A0/s400/IMG_5752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406052944987955410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toad and Trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYoWS2LHjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zRVFcY_YUMo/s1600/IMG_5750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYoWS2LHjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/zRVFcY_YUMo/s400/IMG_5750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406052766186151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ty-Ty and Bre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYowIs4ZTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GVaAFklMaEA/s1600/IMG_5754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYowIs4ZTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GVaAFklMaEA/s400/IMG_5754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406053210139419954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this accidental pic of Ty and Bre.  Very deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYoNtSbI6I/AAAAAAAAAns/8FaBAwUpLjM/s1600/IMG_5749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYoNtSbI6I/AAAAAAAAAns/8FaBAwUpLjM/s400/IMG_5749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406052618665141154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so sunny and warm.  Madre even made me go buy her a hat, turns out it was kind of small.  She will be very happy I posted this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYpFQ5nRUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lruRSMJQZvE/s1600/IMG_5777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYpFQ5nRUI/AAAAAAAAAoc/lruRSMJQZvE/s400/IMG_5777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406053573117560130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYpSFGyxTI/AAAAAAAAAok/fk9nZPAK6p8/s1600/IMG_5766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYpSFGyxTI/AAAAAAAAAok/fk9nZPAK6p8/s400/IMG_5766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406053793289913650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYo4GFMHLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kBnS0dGDqY0/s1600/darchfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYo4GFMHLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/kBnS0dGDqY0/s400/darchfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406053346875022514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole clan.  I can't believe how many of us there are.  This pic is from Bri and Alina's AKA Wild Murdocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5782811424632612155?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5782811424632612155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5782811424632612155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5782811424632612155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5782811424632612155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/11/delicate.html' title='Delicate'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SwYopt0YqoI/AAAAAAAAAoE/YDL3P6VRMIE/s72-c/IMG_5753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6240823447814757212</id><published>2009-11-12T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:41:29.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Ash.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Svz_kzrHB2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-S3HZCLnXT8/s1600-h/zoom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Svz_kzrHB2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-S3HZCLnXT8/s400/zoom.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403474660749150050" 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/5977316968329492693-6240823447814757212?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6240823447814757212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6240823447814757212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6240823447814757212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6240823447814757212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-for-ash.html' title='This is for Ash.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Svz_kzrHB2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/-S3HZCLnXT8/s72-c/zoom.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-700258628111548469</id><published>2009-09-27T16:55:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:11:06.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall or Autumn, call it what you like...</title><content type='html'>I love it!  I think Fall is such a fabulous time of the year.  I love it when the weather gets chilly enough for sweaters, I love the smell of grapes on the vine, I love the red and orange colors.  I could go on and on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wOzSDkMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qgoFHZqL6ZA/s1600-h/IMG_5291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wOzSDkMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qgoFHZqL6ZA/s320/IMG_5291.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386287816433176770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wGHxVXGI/AAAAAAAAAms/3VBV4Kfi2SM/s1600-h/IMG_5285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wGHxVXGI/AAAAAAAAAms/3VBV4Kfi2SM/s320/IMG_5285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386287667314252898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Kel and I went on a hike to Stewart Falls, the trees were beautiful.  When we got back to the trail head, we realized that Kel's car alarm had been going off for an hour and a half.  Everybody loved us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_v-QXqUlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O6NrsfBv64o/s1600-h/IMG_5280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_v-QXqUlI/AAAAAAAAAmk/O6NrsfBv64o/s320/IMG_5280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386287532183540306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_vi-5d6ZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lcAFgtlqnhk/s1600-h/IMG_5275.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/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_vi-5d6ZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/lcAFgtlqnhk/s320/IMG_5275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386287063637027218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_vMewl6eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/3BYK1k9iAQo/s1600-h/IMG_5273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_vMewl6eI/AAAAAAAAAmU/3BYK1k9iAQo/s320/IMG_5273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386286677052746210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched a little flag football and also made caramel apples with Loni.  Fall was well represented this Friday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wV3N47zI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S7qPlJgV4PA/s1600-h/IMG_5295.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/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wV3N47zI/AAAAAAAAAm8/S7qPlJgV4PA/s320/IMG_5295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386287937748528946" 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/5977316968329492693-700258628111548469?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/700258628111548469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=700258628111548469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/700258628111548469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/700258628111548469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-or-autumn-call-it-what-you-like.html' title='Fall or Autumn, call it what you like...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sr_wOzSDkMI/AAAAAAAAAm0/qgoFHZqL6ZA/s72-c/IMG_5291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5745402642080842773</id><published>2009-09-22T17:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:56:06.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my job.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Srljxt2SmUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jLrMRPiudU8/s1600-h/IMG_5266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Srljxt2SmUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jLrMRPiudU8/s320/IMG_5266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384444535270185282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each student chose a friend and wrote about what they like to do together.  This made me realize that I do love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5745402642080842773?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5745402642080842773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5745402642080842773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5745402642080842773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5745402642080842773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-my-job.html' title='I love my job.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Srljxt2SmUI/AAAAAAAAAmE/jLrMRPiudU8/s72-c/IMG_5266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8948257553860205380</id><published>2009-09-11T17:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:09:17.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wish I were her.</title><content type='html'>When I was little, and Dawson's Creek was cool (wait, was it ever?) I used to wish I were Katie Holmes.  I just thought she was so pretty and oh so cool.  Well now, I have grown up a bit, Katie Holmes went crazy and married Tom, and I have changed my views.  I want to be Brandi Carlile.  I do. I want to sing like her and I want to come home and have the twins playing the guitar on my porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Brandi last night at The Depot (which, by the way, is a SAWEET venue).  She is so fabulous.  It was the first show of her tour promoting her much awaited album &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving up the Ghost.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She played tons of new songs which were amazing!  I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; never wanted her to stop playing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sqrgjr7iXPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vHv3jMQi0Qw/s1600-h/IMG_5227.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/_ISzogUzniWc/Sqrgjr7iXPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vHv3jMQi0Qw/s320/IMG_5227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380359608539962610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy, myself, Candace and Miranda moments before the show.  Nate is not pictured, but he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pStHbUiUUOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pStHbUiUUOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little snippets of what you can expect on Oct. 6.  Her voice is just out of this world.  Did I mention that I really like Brandi Carlile?&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/5977316968329492693-8948257553860205380?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8948257553860205380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8948257553860205380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8948257553860205380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8948257553860205380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-were-her.html' title='Sometimes I wish I were her.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sqrgjr7iXPI/AAAAAAAAAl8/vHv3jMQi0Qw/s72-c/IMG_5227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8208298757742848982</id><published>2009-08-29T00:18:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:15:50.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3, eyes on me...</title><content type='html'>I'm alive, my brain feels dead but my heart is still beating.  The past two weeks have been nuts, and I am SO tired.  Last Wednesday I started school, teaching school that is.  I have 26 kids is my class, and they are so dang cute.  They are short, noisy, at times whiny, but obedient, sweet and oh so lovable. I have been called grandpa, mom, dad, asked "when is lunch?", "when is recess?", "when do we go home?" so many times, I don't even want to think about it.  I have never said the words "123 eyes on me" or "push in your chair", more in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some before and after pics of my class.  I can't get them side by side :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjQfPkGO4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/EjFvWjdtMn4/s320/IMG_5110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375275390439144322" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjRp6nW0oI/AAAAAAAAAk8/t1HUuOseQB8/s320/IMG_5175.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375276673305858690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjPwH2BUmI/AAAAAAAAAkU/lT8Y7RcmBc8/s320/IMG_5111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375274580912984674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjRQFdyQrI/AAAAAAAAAk0/4Xao9ffq8yA/s320/IMG_5172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375276229541905074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week we were writing sentences using the phrase "I will...".  As I was wandering I burst out in laughter when I came upon a girl in my class.  Her paper read  "I will ficks my dick."  I had to just walk away at first I was laughing so hard.  I asked "did you write "I will fix my bike?" "Yeah." Ha ha ha ha.  That b is tricky to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday I ran the Hobble Creek Half Marathon.  That is right folks, 13.1 miles.  Don't forget that .1 at the end, that was the hardest part.  Miranda, Bre and I have trained all summer.  If you know me, you know I am NOT a runner.  Turns out anyone can be a runner, you just have to actually run.  Weird.  I am a self proclaimed "slogger", slow jogger (not to be confused with slutty bloggers). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjR_Zq0j4I/AAAAAAAAAlE/4tpvxFByOeE/s320/half.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375277042419142530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't finish first, but I also didn't finish last.  The important thing is that I finished.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8208298757742848982?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8208298757742848982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8208298757742848982' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8208298757742848982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8208298757742848982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/08/123-eyes-on-me.html' title='1,2,3, eyes on me...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SpjQfPkGO4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/EjFvWjdtMn4/s72-c/IMG_5110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7339858504849941716</id><published>2009-06-05T20:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:15:14.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>I GOT A JOB!   For the first time I have a "real" job, one that leads to a career (I feel weird using that word).  I have a job that pays more than minimum wage, one that you sign contracts to do, one that pays for insurance (if I die, someone is gettin' some dough), one that you can keep for longer that three months.  Starting this fall I will be known as Miss Murdock to 25 1st graders at Art City Elementary.  This school might sound familiar because.... this is my alma mater.  That is right, my life has come full circle.  I will be teaching WITH people that taught me.  Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SinZ5p954OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Jmm6Xi8bA28/s1600-h/Art+City+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SinZ5p954OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Jmm6Xi8bA28/s200/Art+City+building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344042017393074402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SinctzmH1jI/AAAAAAAAAjA/r-nfBy8ZQUk/s1600-h/IMG_4865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SinctzmH1jI/AAAAAAAAAjA/r-nfBy8ZQUk/s200/IMG_4865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344045112354133554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right folks, that is an official badge that proves I am a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some reason the idea of getting a full paycheck has sparked some false sense that I am rich, which I am not.  But none-the-less, I bought a car.  Yes a car.  A car that has (you might want to sit down) AIR CONDITIONING!  And all the windows, all 4, roll down.  I don't even know what to do with myself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SindLy4TW3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/FKGxgDVQhPw/s1600-h/IMG_4899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SindLy4TW3I/AAAAAAAAAjI/FKGxgDVQhPw/s200/IMG_4899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344045627558026098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sind6TlTbHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UFFBmJazwC0/s1600-h/IMG_4907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sind6TlTbHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UFFBmJazwC0/s200/IMG_4907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344046426610691186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SineQCKyf6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1-ItpDzFMzI/s1600-h/IMG_4908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SineQCKyf6I/AAAAAAAAAjg/1-ItpDzFMzI/s200/IMG_4908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344046799893200802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SindvYkndpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ArkzW20FwcY/s1600-h/IMG_4901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SindvYkndpI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/ArkzW20FwcY/s200/IMG_4901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344046238971426450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These glasses were found on the porch, they seemed appropriate for a new car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some, including myself and my grandparents, who are sad to the Caddi go.  It has been a faithful companion, a loyal escort, a stallion.  This luxury sedan has been there through good times and bad. It has earned me the name "MacDaddy", and has generated such comments as "Is grandma here?"  Just Grandma Kell!  I am sad to see it go, and trying to find a good home for this sweet friend.  I'll miss you Betsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SineiDNcurI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fzxunxb7oQo/s1600-h/IMG_4877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SineiDNcurI/AAAAAAAAAjo/fzxunxb7oQo/s200/IMG_4877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344047109410437810" 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/5977316968329492693-7339858504849941716?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7339858504849941716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7339858504849941716' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7339858504849941716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7339858504849941716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SinZ5p954OI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Jmm6Xi8bA28/s72-c/Art+City+building.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4843757576419090576</id><published>2009-05-20T21:21:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:15:26.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a bit hypocritical</title><content type='html'>I always get bugged when people don't update their blogs.  I mean, how the heck am I supposed to know what is going on with my peeps, my homies, my posse?  Do you expect me to call you and see how you are?!  Do you expect me to come by and see you? Hang out?  Actually communicate?  Don't be ridiculous, just update the blogs!  Then I realized how long it had been since I posted anything.... sorry peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Moab the weekend I returned to this beautiful country.  We went canyoneering, go cart riding, laser tagging etc.  The usual, nothing like running around painted ply wood in the dark shooting, what sounds like a machine gun, at my 6 year old nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSjvMsVII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ganz5S4CgRQ/s1600-h/IMG_4790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSjvMsVII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ganz5S4CgRQ/s200/IMG_4790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122969747838082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSHar6VHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KmK1rV--2Wc/s1600-h/IMG_4634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSHar6VHI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KmK1rV--2Wc/s200/IMG_4634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122483205297266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSVoAFikI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Iow4VDorSgo/s1600-h/IMG_4736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSVoAFikI/AAAAAAAAAiI/Iow4VDorSgo/s200/IMG_4736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338122727297747522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am now a little smarter, wiser.  Well a paper is coming in the mail in 6-8 weeks to say that I am smarter.  I graduated, neat eh?  With a 4.0, or 4.4 if you ask grandma.  I didn't correct her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTTkRKnJTI/AAAAAAAAAig/fhWHH8g_RYY/s1600-h/3300_76656963358_540263358_1805198_2418846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTTkRKnJTI/AAAAAAAAAig/fhWHH8g_RYY/s200/3300_76656963358_540263358_1805198_2418846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124078377542962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alina made these announcements.  She also made me pose for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTT0LdNKlI/AAAAAAAAAio/tAjmTU95foA/s1600-h/IMG_4808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTT0LdNKlI/AAAAAAAAAio/tAjmTU95foA/s200/IMG_4808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124351722826322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family that loves me enough to sit through graduation.  Don't be fooled, Ty sat in the hall on his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTTCuPxZTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/x5s0FzstlcM/s1600-h/IMG_4805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTTCuPxZTI/AAAAAAAAAiY/x5s0FzstlcM/s200/IMG_4805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338123502068262194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twin Sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went and saw Wicked.  It was WICKED AWESOME!  Thank you Mom and Randa (and Randa's mother in-law who got us 4th row tickets!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTP6S8M6uI/AAAAAAAAAho/R_DG89NwCyg/s1600-h/wicked2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTP6S8M6uI/AAAAAAAAAho/R_DG89NwCyg/s200/wicked2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338120058764585698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started working at Utah Lake State Park.... again.  I guess I just can't get enough of mowing lawns and cleaning up after people I have never met, let alone like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTPxsX9lII/AAAAAAAAAhg/H1t8i-QA7Ac/s1600-h/utah+lake+visitor+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTPxsX9lII/AAAAAAAAAhg/H1t8i-QA7Ac/s200/utah+lake+visitor+center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338119910973084802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am looking for a job.  I put on my shoes today and thought "maybe this is why I can't find a job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTQe7euO_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Eu_AWKESqeE/s1600-h/IMG_4825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTQe7euO_I/AAAAAAAAAhw/Eu_AWKESqeE/s200/IMG_4825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338120688122084338" 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/5977316968329492693-4843757576419090576?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4843757576419090576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4843757576419090576' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4843757576419090576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4843757576419090576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-bit-hypocritical.html' title='Just a bit hypocritical'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ShTSjvMsVII/AAAAAAAAAiQ/ganz5S4CgRQ/s72-c/IMG_4790.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2578027843101543711</id><published>2009-04-29T15:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:40:40.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Better late than never.</title><content type='html'>I have now been home for over a week, and have still yet to post the pictures from out last hurrah in NZ.  So I made a video of our tour around the South Island, beware it is long.  We started in Christchurch and traveled to Greymouth, Franz Joseph, Queenstown, Milford Sound, Dunedin and Lake Tekapo.  We spent 11 days just doing whatever we pleased.  On the plane back Candace made a list of all the things that we had done.  So in a joint blogging effort, here is her list and my video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyTZK3J05_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TyTZK3J05_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flew in plane – rode in a shuttle – went to Coachman’s hostel – walked all over Christchurch – got lost, a lot – ate kebabs and french fries – watched street performers – canoed on the Avon river – ate sushi – played bull shit with Peuce – slept in a hostel – rode on a beautiful train – met Jon… - ate tuna – trekking in the bush – shopping – pizza – big hunks – slept in a penguin hostel – Easter! – boarded the magic bus – jade/greenstone/pounamu – met a goat – hiked to a glacier – hiked closer to a glacier – hiked even closer to a glacier – trekked back to town – got lost – got scared – got lucky – ate pizza – bar… - slept in a hostel – boarded the tragic bus – saw where a glacier should be – sat in a café for two hours – played bull shit with Tim – boarded bus number two – got off bus number 2 – boarded bus number three– southern comfort – Fergburger – Lick – slept in a hostel – jumped off a bridge – luged down a hill – free soup – lick – slept in a hostel – boarded a bus – MILFORD SOUND – wished we were trekking – mexican food – patagonia – slept in a hostel with a German boy – boarded Keith’s magic bus – Cadbury chocolate – walking – Baldwin street – walked – Mcdonald’s lime shakes – internet – slept in a nice hostel – boarded a bus – went crazy on the bus – hiked to Mount John – ate pizza – hot pools – slept in a hostel – boarded our last bus – stayed in a witch hostel – tried to go to church – spent all our money – watched movies – flew home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2578027843101543711?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2578027843101543711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2578027843101543711' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2578027843101543711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2578027843101543711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-late-than-never.html' title='Better late than never.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8392812802815492572</id><published>2009-04-18T02:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:30:22.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3,2,1...5,4,3,2,1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I realize that I kind of left everyone hangin' with my last post.  Good news is.... I AM ALIVE!!  I was scared out of my mind but I jumped and I survived.  When I got to the top of the bridge my biggest fear was that I would chicken out ... or my legs would break ... or the bungy would snap or I would get tangled as I fell... Okay I had a lot of fears.  I got to the edge, said some things I won't repeat, then heard the counting.  I felt like Andy on The Office when Dwight starts counting down to make Andy do things.  The man just started counting before I was ready and all of the sudden... I jumped.  I felt real graceful for about 3 seconds just falling freely, then I turned into a rag doll and was tossed around.  It was very cool and I even touched the river below with my hands.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beeper just told me I only have two minutes left.  Hurry... hurry.  I am pretty sure this week I have been to the most beautiful places in the world.  We went to Milford Sound this week and I think God was showing off when he created it because WOW!!!   I think I would like to be a bird that lives there all year.  I am loving it and can't believe it is almost over.  Candace and I are already planning our next trip back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to go to church for the second time today.  We got up early, showered, got bikes, rode a couple miles only to find locked gates.  I guess church was cancelled today.  I think it was because General Conf. is watched later here?  I guess going to church in New Zealand was just not meant to be.  We did however go to a sermon at Christchurch Cathedral.  It was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry no pics, I always hate posts without pics, so just imagine me sitting in a corner of a room on an outdated computer, with a tired look on my face wearing a brown sweatshirt.&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/5977316968329492693-8392812802815492572?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8392812802815492572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8392812802815492572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8392812802815492572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8392812802815492572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/04/32154321.html' title='3,2,1...5,4,3,2,1'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7723586615243201654</id><published>2009-04-13T16:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:25:45.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free, free fallin'</title><content type='html'>Well we have started our 11 day trip around the South Island and it is GORGEOUS!  I expect to see Frodo and Sam around every corner.  We have been to Cathedrals, lakes, oceans, The Southern Alps, glaciers, etc.  It has been lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Queenstown for a couple days and have some interesting adventures planned.  In about an hour I am going to jump off of a perfectly good bridge.  Why?  I don't really know.  You know the saying "if all your friends jumped off a cliff would you?"  Well apparently I would, because I  am.  This is where bungy jumping was first invented and we are jumping from the bridge it started on.  I hope I survive.  If not, I love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SeO7p8kOE6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/RFDWjiIUl9E/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SeO7p8kOE6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/RFDWjiIUl9E/s200/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324305513789133730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I feel right now.  Scared and a little apprehensive.  This photo doesn't really show it because there are people watching me, waiting for the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7723586615243201654?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7723586615243201654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7723586615243201654' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7723586615243201654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7723586615243201654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/04/free-free-fallin.html' title='Free, free fallin&apos;'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SeO7p8kOE6I/AAAAAAAAAhY/RFDWjiIUl9E/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2411179941153657291</id><published>2009-04-06T23:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:18:44.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Zealand Love Affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdrvnHseZSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OecvdkTTYsQ/s1600-h/IMG_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdrvnHseZSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OecvdkTTYsQ/s200/IMG_4045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321829365051188514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes you heard me correctly.  Today I got flowers, well a flower, from a very handsome Maori boy.  He might seem a little younger than expected but still very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdruTP0ixmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qjVRghfsfEY/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdruTP0ixmI/AAAAAAAAAhI/qjVRghfsfEY/s200/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321827924123502178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This little boy is so dang cute.  He runs in every morning to talk to me.  He is always bringing things in.  Yesterday he brought me a Fejoa (a fruit here) that he found on the ground.  Today he brought me a flower.  Averil just cracks up about how much he likes me so she has been snapping pictures when he brings me things.  As you can tell I am very interested in what he is telling me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2411179941153657291?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2411179941153657291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2411179941153657291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2411179941153657291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2411179941153657291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-new-zealand-love-affair.html' title='My New Zealand Love Affair'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdrvnHseZSI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/OecvdkTTYsQ/s72-c/IMG_4045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3204088860383115375</id><published>2009-04-05T02:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T04:51:16.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to be free, be free.  If you want to sing out, sing out.</title><content type='html'>Well words can't really express this weekend.  It was one to remember that is for sure.  We spent the weekend in Whangamata, where Averil and Stewart have a holiday home.  It was a beautiful place, right by the beach.  Saturday Stewart and his friend Keith took out fishing.  It was a bumpy and fast boat ride.  We didn't catch much.  One girl caught a spikey orange thing (pretty sure that is it's scientific name) but that is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhuYnHXkkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MQ90x-NP-zo/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhuYnHXkkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MQ90x-NP-zo/s200/IMG_3968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321124328834044482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think that I am holding the pole properly.  Dad would be disappointed, even though this wasn't his type of fishing.  And yes I wear this shirt all the time, don't worry about it.  It is the only long sleeve shirt I brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhtXABB_rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/N3qH_fL6kfA/s1600-h/IMG_3996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhtXABB_rI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/N3qH_fL6kfA/s200/IMG_3996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321123201646984882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewart's big catch of the day was his hat, which blew off into the ocean. He LOVES it when I take his picture, can you tell.  Usually he ducks out of it, or looks away, but on a boat he had nowhere to hide.  He is actually one of the nicest guys I have ever met.  He cleans, does dishes, makes and brings us hot drinks and cookies, and when Averil jokingly talks bad about us he always defends us and says how much he likes us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhvyfXmskI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SkQugXUskEA/s1600-h/IMG_4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhvyfXmskI/AAAAAAAAAgg/SkQugXUskEA/s200/IMG_4001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321125872942887490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone hanging on for dear life during the bumpy ride.  I swear we were catching air jumping over the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sdhyeq0TExI/AAAAAAAAAgw/69Y-tqxPOO0/s1600-h/IMG_4015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sdhyeq0TExI/AAAAAAAAAgw/69Y-tqxPOO0/s200/IMG_4015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321128830953526034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had tea at one of their friends house.  She built this gorgeous house right on the beach front.  It was amazing.   A friend of their friend came as well and to our delight brought her guitar and singing voice as well.  They say a picture says a 1,000 words.  I will let you choose those words yourself.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhxFV2UyoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/D22rUaTsMTs/s1600-h/IMG_4025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhxFV2UyoI/AAAAAAAAAgo/D22rUaTsMTs/s200/IMG_4025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321127296316525186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being so close to the beach we thought that we should probably go swimming...... in the pitch black......in our birthday suits.  Of course we returned to find our clothes missing, but we managed to scrummage up enough to take a memorable photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdiMZB338uI/AAAAAAAAAg4/zeN1loC3bUw/s1600-h/IMG_4028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdiMZB338uI/AAAAAAAAAg4/zeN1loC3bUw/s200/IMG_4028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321157321365648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candace and I also tried surfing.  We thought about doing lessons, but thought "nah, you just paddle and jump up".  WRONG!  You don't just paddle and jump up anywhere.  It was incredibly harder than I imagined.  After an hour of drinking salt water we ended up laying out on the beach and getting sunburned.  That turned out to be much easier than surfing.  This picture was taken from the porch of the Averil's friend's house.  I wasn't kidding when I said it was beach front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to be free, be free.  If you want to sing out, sing out.  There's a million things to be, you know that there are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3204088860383115375?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3204088860383115375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3204088860383115375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3204088860383115375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3204088860383115375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-you-want-to-be-free-be-free-if-you.html' title='If you want to be free, be free.  If you want to sing out, sing out.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdhuYnHXkkI/AAAAAAAAAgY/MQ90x-NP-zo/s72-c/IMG_3968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8581967470291080511</id><published>2009-03-30T03:17:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:23:23.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa oh, we're half way there, Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer.</title><content type='html'>This week we decided the weather was too beautiful to stay at home so we headed to Raglan.  We spent the evening walking along the beach, watching the sun set and eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCPHKlm3BI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XHv7shUH2o8/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCPHKlm3BI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XHv7shUH2o8/s200/IMG_3695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318908513188502546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that is a huge zit on my face.  Just focus on the background, pretty eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCPoB0z6gI/AAAAAAAAAfY/dDCnK2LdtSo/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCPoB0z6gI/AAAAAAAAAfY/dDCnK2LdtSo/s200/IMG_3726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318909077772036610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year Hamilton has a balloon festival.  Balloons come from all over the world.  They fly in the morning and afternoon all week, have parades, visit schools and have a night glow.   A turtle shaped balloon came to our school.  They blew it up and let the kids watch.  It is all the kids at school can talk about.  Quite honestly I am sick of balloons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCQ0YPWG9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/691ppMFPqs0/s1600-h/IMG_3822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCQ0YPWG9I/AAAAAAAAAfg/691ppMFPqs0/s200/IMG_3822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318910389458967506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHfDevNmxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lj92pxhhBX8/s1600-h/Mc+kell+and+candace+cathedral+cove+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHfDevNmxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/lj92pxhhBX8/s200/Mc+kell+and+candace+cathedral+cove+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319277885784955666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over the weekend we  went on a roadie with Stewart and Averil.  We drove along the Coromandel Peninsula and ended up at (drum roll please) HOT WATER BEACH!  There is thermal activity along the beach so for 2 hours on either side of low tide you can dig a hole and it fills up with hot water.  It was insanely busy (thanks to Lonely Planet) but also very amazing.  We dug our hole, relaxed in the hot water, cooled off in the ocean and repeated for about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHcpmieRpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1Q9iuHcvERY/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHcpmieRpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/1Q9iuHcvERY/s200/IMG_3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319275242179151506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stayed the night at a beach motel and our room was SO small I could touch both wall at the same time.  We also visited a little social club that Averil and Stewart belong to and I won $66 on the pokies.  I don't have any idea how or why I won, I just pushed buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHeBaqXi4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fckej_APwMg/s1600-h/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHeBaqXi4I/AAAAAAAAAfw/Fckej_APwMg/s200/IMG_3906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319276750819527554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little note I wrote for those who are stuck in the snow in Utah while I am gallivanting around the beach.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHemTGjpUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5y0pT1Vpkmo/s1600-h/Mc+kell+and+candace+cathedral+cove+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHemTGjpUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/5y0pT1Vpkmo/s200/Mc+kell+and+candace+cathedral+cove+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319277384445437250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a short hike to a place called Cathedral Cove.  It is a huge arch carved in the white rock right on the beach.  It was beautiful and so HOT there.  We had to get our togs on jump in the ocean to cool off.  This is myself, Candace and Stewart in front of Cathedral Cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHgqpJMuxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Jv5dBLuY2fE/s1600-h/IMG_3898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdHgqpJMuxI/AAAAAAAAAgI/Jv5dBLuY2fE/s200/IMG_3898.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319279658104830738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently I am just loading this blog down with pictures.  Candace and I at Cathedral Cove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Could you all please make sure it stops snowing before I come back.  Otherwise I am staying here.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8581967470291080511?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8581967470291080511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8581967470291080511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8581967470291080511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8581967470291080511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/whoa-oh-were-half-way-there-whoa-oh.html' title='Whoa oh, we&apos;re half way there, Whoa oh, livin&apos; on a prayer.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SdCPHKlm3BI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/XHv7shUH2o8/s72-c/IMG_3695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4834029332671939939</id><published>2009-03-22T01:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T02:55:22.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are we the only white people here?</title><content type='html'>Wow, this week has just flown by. On Thursday we met up with some people from our group and went to an English pub, where Candace, Averil and I danced to a live band playing Bon Jovi.  I am pretty sure Candace and I were they only ones dancing who were not intoxicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday we found a Mexican restaurant, which is rare, so we tried it.  It was good, but didn't really taste like Mexican food. Our waitress was Indian and the cook was from Cairo, go figure.  We then went to a stake dance, with a western theme.  I felt like I was recreating a scene from Napleon Dynomite.  It was so hilarious.  There were lots of old people, and awkward couples all dressed up in what they considered "western" wear.  They had a live band, kind of.  They played songs from their laptop then strummed the guitar and sang along.  There was usually only 8 people dancing, 5 of which were us.  At one point everyone was doing a line dance and following a 90 year old woman.  We did meet someone from Utah State which was weird.  Then (because we hadn't had enough awkward dancing) we decided to hit up a YSA (Young Single Adult) stake dance.  I have never been to one of these in Utah and don't know why I was expecting it to be different in New Zealand.  It was still the same group of people, and I felt like I was 15.  I am not much of a dancer and while I was doing the safe slide-step clap, slide-step clap I was surrounded by Maori girls who were "gettin' jiggy wit it" to the blasting hip-hop music.  As if I didn't stick out enough here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday our group went to see the Waitomo caves with the glow worms.  You may recognize them from such films as PLANET EARTH!  First we decided to go black water rafting where we suited up in wetsuits, jackets, boots, helmets and tiny inner tubes.  Then we hiked across a green field and down into an underground cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXtfDivlbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/K_n0iM5U_qE/s1600-h/21+MAR+12pm+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXtfDivlbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/K_n0iM5U_qE/s200/21+MAR+12pm+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315916052963497394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brooke, Jaylayne, Candace and I , looking very tough in our gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXunXfXuSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zQioqk4HA0c/s1600-h/21+MAR+12pm+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXunXfXuSI/AAAAAAAAAeo/zQioqk4HA0c/s200/21+MAR+12pm+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315917295268641058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we started hiking the cave filled with water.  We had to sit on our tiny inner tubes and float through the cave.  At times they had us all turn off our lights.  It was slightly creepy being in the pitch black floating down the water in a cave.  Who knows what little creatures were there (that is probably why they had us turn off our lights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXuKlR8dhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-KgGa-y9XuU/s1600-h/21+MAR+12pm+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXuKlR8dhI/AAAAAAAAAeg/-KgGa-y9XuU/s200/21+MAR+12pm+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315916800754218514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a drop off where we stood at the top, held onto our tubes, looked up and fell backwards.  It sounded very loud when people were dropping, but it actually wasn't too far, maybe 8-10 feet.  This is me if you can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXwS4EvOeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y74aj_v4KhU/s1600-h/19AUG1530+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXwS4EvOeI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Y74aj_v4KhU/s200/19AUG1530+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315919142261307874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw glow worms when we were caving, then we also went on a tour through another cave where there were even more.  The worms light up the tips of their tails, then secrete these long sticky strings.  Other bugs fly to the light then get trapped in their nasty strings.  They bring up the string and eat the bugs.  The worms  form cocoons like butterflies.  When they emerge as adults they don't have a mouth, so they quickly mate and reproduce, then die of starvation. Awful eh? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXvi01EaxI/AAAAAAAAAew/VJXPj8oyf5Y/s1600-h/generic+bmagic+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXvi01EaxI/AAAAAAAAAew/VJXPj8oyf5Y/s200/generic+bmagic+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315918316756560658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our tour we took a short boat ride.  There were so many glow worms it looked like stars in the sky.  It was so beautiful, in a creepy cave sort of way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Sunday, Candace and I decided that we should go to church.  We didn't really want to go to the singles ward (especially after the dancing) so we decided we would just find a church and go at 9:00 am.  Steve said he knew where one was so he dropped us off.  We walked in, sat down and realized we were the only white people there.  We couldn't figure it out until we grabbed the hymn book and it said "Tongan branch".  I was laughing so hard.  Luckily the speakers were an older missionary couple who spoke in English but the rest of the meeting was done in Tongan.  It is amazing that even though we don't speak Tongan, we still knew what was going on and it was still spiritual.  I did feel like a missionary for a moment though, in a different country, it was just me and Candace, singing Choose the Right in Tongan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXy4KokzJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bKGYJ5uDeSo/s1600-h/IMG_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXy4KokzJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bKGYJ5uDeSo/s200/IMG_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315921981921873042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXxmqYb8eI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nPW4dKmfAO8/s1600-h/IMG_3610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXxmqYb8eI/AAAAAAAAAfA/nPW4dKmfAO8/s200/IMG_3610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315920581694845410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church we went on a drive to Pirongia, one of the mountains near by.  We went on a little walk and had a picnic.  It was beautiful.  I wish I could take a picture that would really capture and show what the bush looks like but nothing does it justice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4834029332671939939?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4834029332671939939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4834029332671939939' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4834029332671939939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4834029332671939939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-are-we-only-white-people-here.html' title='Why are we the only white people here?'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/ScXtfDivlbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/K_n0iM5U_qE/s72-c/21+MAR+12pm+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7202988000204544339</id><published>2009-03-15T02:17:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T03:03:00.384-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends here are sweet as.</title><content type='html'>Well I am a little surprised that no one noticed the last blog title didn't make any sense (didn't noticed myself honestly).  I was going to blog about going to the cricket match.  We played India and we were the only white people in our stand.  Point is we felt like we were  in India not New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sby9mBRikPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qBEtylb16wU/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sby9mBRikPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qBEtylb16wU/s200/IMG_3316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330121265025266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we spent a night on the town.  We ate, bowled, and GAMBLED!  This was the first time I had gambled... I lost two dollars very quickly.  I got a little bored because I had NO idea what made you win or lose and I just pushed a button for five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went to Cambridge, a little English modeled town.  We shopped a little, we have been in used book stores where I have to have serious self control!  We drove to the top of a hill to see the view of the Waikato region.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sby_p_iLkfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KTwsjYj6Dmk/s1600-h/IMG_3384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sby_p_iLkfI/AAAAAAAAAdw/KTwsjYj6Dmk/s200/IMG_3384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313332388540682738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That afternoon we went to Rotorua.  Rotorua is very much a tourist place.  It is a very large thermal geyser region and also has lots of old Maori villages and cultural attractions.  This is a church that we stopped by that was right on the lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzAUk6RbrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iqh8TumLacc/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzAUk6RbrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/iqh8TumLacc/s200/IMG_3437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313333120128347826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a Maori village where they put on a welcome ceremony and do a reenactment type show.  They do an official welcoming ceremony, even though you know it is fake they are still a little scary.  The Maori can make their eyes bulge out like no one I have seen before.  Candace and I got a picture with the Chief and the rebel warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzBeHVaK9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RrE-uTT7kUM/s1600-h/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzBeHVaK9I/AAAAAAAAAeA/RrE-uTT7kUM/s200/IMG_3463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313334383499422674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the night and went to see the geysers and the boiling mud pits. Our hotel pool said it was open til 10:30, but at 9:50 they told us we couldn't go in.  We just sadly walked away, but when Averil heard she left us and went straight to the desk.  Next thing we knew she walked out with the key and told us we had 20 minutes in our own spa pool.  We love Averil.  Rotorua is very volcanic.  I would say that I don't know why people would choose to live here because it could blow up any day, but then again I live on a fault line that is ready to burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzCTjY9GKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BZl5rBtZ0m4/s1600-h/IMG_3487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzCTjY9GKI/AAAAAAAAAeI/BZl5rBtZ0m4/s200/IMG_3487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313335301563553954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzDElA5hiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oPVj6f6lCwg/s1600-h/IMG_3492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbzDElA5hiI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/oPVj6f6lCwg/s200/IMG_3492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313336143813117474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are also a lot of lakes in the area.  We went to Blue lake and walked the trail all the way around the lake.  It was so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, Candace just wanted me to remind everyone that WE ARE IN NEW ZEALAND and it is SWEET AS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7202988000204544339?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7202988000204544339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7202988000204544339' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7202988000204544339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7202988000204544339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekends-here-are-sweet-as.html' title='Weekends here are sweet as.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Sby9mBRikPI/AAAAAAAAAdo/qBEtylb16wU/s72-c/IMG_3316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3108781365049025938</id><published>2009-03-11T03:24:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T23:01:57.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was in NZ...</title><content type='html'>On Sunday Morning Averil and Stewart took Candace, Linda (another student) and I to Raglan, a small beach town on the Western coast.  They live about 45 min from the West coast and 90 minutes from the East coast, oh the joy of living on and island!  You can pick and choose which beach you want to go to.  Being here makes me rethink the "beach this way" sign we have at Utah Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way we stopped at a water fall name BRIDAL VEIL FALLS, guess that is a common name for a waterfall.  We took a short little hike/walk to the waterfall.  The bush (forest, woods etc.) was very different from Utah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeG8uO3qhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/5Hoq0JQNOk8/s1600-h/IMG_3186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeG8uO3qhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/5Hoq0JQNOk8/s200/IMG_3186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311862663267461650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stewart, Averil, Myself and Linda in front of the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeJX_yC39I/AAAAAAAAAdA/lD5a93ZOBnc/s1600-h/IMG_3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeJX_yC39I/AAAAAAAAAdA/lD5a93ZOBnc/s200/IMG_3184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311865330858123218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This looks like a postcard.   It is hard to take a bad picture here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeH69DIhdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GNOQF0psweI/s1600-h/IMG_3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeH69DIhdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/GNOQF0psweI/s200/IMG_3173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311863732396656082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeF2DKbwqI/AAAAAAAAAco/7WUaiAdMePI/s1600-h/IMG_3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeF2DKbwqI/AAAAAAAAAco/7WUaiAdMePI/s200/IMG_3157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311861449115288226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It is so humid that there are plants growing all over the tree trunks, everything is green.  We even saw a   live Koru, which is a very popular symbol in Maori for rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beaches on the West coast are black sand beaches, and this one in particular is famous for its surfing (unfortunately we just watched the surfers).  We walked along the rocks and dipped our feet in the Tasman Sea.  The water was freezing and the waves were HUGE.  Candace and I ventured out on the rocks and the waves came in around our legs.  I kept getting nervous that the huge waves were going to come all the way up, but they didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeKAJGPmhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ow6j7a_ELMo/s1600-h/IMG_3215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeKAJGPmhI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ow6j7a_ELMo/s200/IMG_3215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311866020553529874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture of Candace, she looks so happy.  One of us literally has to remind  the other that we are the on the other side of the world at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeLimlJ2vI/AAAAAAAAAdY/07htCU1T6wc/s1600-h/IMG_3229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeLimlJ2vI/AAAAAAAAAdY/07htCU1T6wc/s200/IMG_3229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311867712094984946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go quickly, we have a night on the town awaiting us.  I hope everyone at home is doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3108781365049025938?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3108781365049025938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3108781365049025938' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3108781365049025938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3108781365049025938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-i-was-in-nz.html' title='I thought I was in NZ...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbeG8uO3qhI/AAAAAAAAAcw/5Hoq0JQNOk8/s72-c/IMG_3186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3339463865284800819</id><published>2009-03-07T02:45:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:55:05.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I saved a life.</title><content type='html'>This week has been such a whirlwind.  By Friday I felt mentally exhausted.  The school system here is similar to the US but in ways very different.  It has just been a lot to wrap my mind around.  It is very beautiful here and I  just try to soak up everyday because I know time is going to fly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJD2a2BTzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m5Fu9LsDUB8/s1600-h/IMG_3042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJD2a2BTzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m5Fu9LsDUB8/s200/IMG_3042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310381512821133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the classroom I am in.  There are walls of windows on both sides of the room.  The classrooms go directly outdoors and into a courtyard area where they eat lunch.  It gives the classroom a very open feel, the breeze comes in and you can constantly hear the Cicadas (which makes it sound so tropical).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJIMpBXE9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/LBigJhpVNdo/s1600-h/IMG_3077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJIMpBXE9I/AAAAAAAAAbo/LBigJhpVNdo/s200/IMG_3077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310386292630426578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I went to my first rugby game.  Rugby and Cricket are HUGE here. Megan, a teacher from our school got both me and Candace free tickets.  The rugby players are quite possibly the biggest men I have ever seen.  Their quads, necks, and chests are MASSIVE!  I thought that rugby was much more fun to watch than football. The game rarely stops, if they get tackled they are just supposed to let go of the ball, then they all pile on top and ram into each other.  It was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJJl-oMbDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Ijojs6nYpgU/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJJl-oMbDI/AAAAAAAAAbw/Ijojs6nYpgU/s200/IMG_3089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310387827438808114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When they throw the ball in from the sides both teams line up and then lift a player up by their legs to catch the ball, this was my favorite part.  The All Blacks aren't playing right now, but several of their players play for the Waikato Chief's, who we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJKUZAoMWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/339d0qAMAMg/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJKUZAoMWI/AAAAAAAAAb4/339d0qAMAMg/s200/IMG_3087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310388624794595682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candace's host, Gaylene, insisted on us wearing scarves, hats, jerseys and taking a cow bell.  She said we would fit in better.  We only really ended up wearing the scarves.  This is Megan, who got us tickets and also teaches at Bankwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJLEVAQDeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/w41ManG66PM/s1600-h/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJLEVAQDeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/w41ManG66PM/s200/IMG_3090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310389448352992738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the rugby game, Stewart and Averil picked us up (I feel like we are 15 again).  They told us they had a surprise for us.  Candace figured out the surprise when she noticed we were driving on TEMPLE Dr. The picture isn't great because it was so dark, but we will go back.  They are so sweet to take us there!   Averil had researched about the church before I came, so she is pretty knowledgeable.  So far they don't think we are crazy (but there is A LOT they don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Candace and I met Jalayne in town.  We spent the day trying to navigate the bus system.  Apparently you have to flag down buses here if you want them to stop.  Otherwise they just keep on going.  Unfortunately we had to learn that the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJMcbEyTEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GOijn109QIg/s1600-h/IMG_3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJMcbEyTEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/GOijn109QIg/s200/IMG_3096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310390961811115074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They have these street signs to remind people to be safe, but their slogan is "Give a Damn".  I just think it is so funny.  Damn really isn't a swear word here (Yay!) but it still cracks me up.  We saw one the other day that said "Slow down school crossing, Give a Damn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJNHKVP1VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lEIWDDY4Zz0/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJNHKVP1VI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/lEIWDDY4Zz0/s200/IMG_3108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310391696051131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also took a little stroll along the Waikato River.  The river goes right through Hamilton and kind of cuts the town in half.  This was about the time the torrential downpour hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJOz7b8v_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/lI3EdtYQgpY/s1600-h/IMG_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJOz7b8v_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/lI3EdtYQgpY/s200/IMG_3110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310393564658450418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really is so beautiful here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJPbaEaqYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/s83DvPaBMbY/s1600-h/IMG_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJPbaEaqYI/AAAAAAAAAcg/s83DvPaBMbY/s200/IMG_3117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310394242896144770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am putting this picture up solely for my Nephew Rio.  There was this massive tree and the closer I got I noticed these bugs on the bark.  but it was just their exo-skeleton, it looked like the bug had crawled right out of their skin, or disintegrated or something.  It was gross, but he will think it is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering why this blog is entitled "Today I saved a life".  Well today on our way home from town we were walking home and Candace, who is normally quite bright, looked the wrong way first (it is backwards here) before crossing the road.  She walked right our into the road and I had to lunge forward and grab her and pull her to safety.  Without me she would have died today.  You're welcome Candace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if this long blog post doesn't fill your New Zealand needs you can also check Candace's blog, it is listed on the sidebar or at canderander.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3339463865284800819?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3339463865284800819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3339463865284800819' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3339463865284800819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3339463865284800819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-i-saved-life.html' title='Today I saved a life.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SbJD2a2BTzI/AAAAAAAAAbA/m5Fu9LsDUB8/s72-c/IMG_3042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6196908257384146415</id><published>2009-03-02T02:21:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:52:01.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it, I love it, I love it!</title><content type='html'>I am here! After a traveling for way too long I am here in NEW ZEALAND!!  The 13 hour plane ride was okay, it went faster than I expected.  I was sitting by two men who were going on their honeymoon, Edward and Mel.  We became buds.  They were so sweet, so at least I had good company.  Because the flight was sold out we couldn't choose were we sat, so I didn't get to sit by Candace.  I am staying with a couple, Averil and Stewart who are delightful.  They have been so good to me.  Averil is the teacher that I will be working with at the school as well.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaumIqM2dSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WLdf2UBA4lg/s1600-h/IMG_2992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaumIqM2dSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WLdf2UBA4lg/s200/IMG_2992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519253483615522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Candace and I after making it through customs with our newly stamped passports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaummN4lw-I/AAAAAAAAAag/3Lz6mDGqghM/s1600-h/IMG_2994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaummN4lw-I/AAAAAAAAAag/3Lz6mDGqghM/s200/IMG_2994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308519761278518242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving on the wrong side of the car and the road is scaring the hell out of me.  Every turn we make I feel like we are going to die.  I even look the wrong way when I cross the street.  Please pray that I don't die walking across the street!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (Monday) we went to a local elementary school for a Maori welcoming ceremony.  We stood at the gates and a Maori woman sings or calls for the visitors (us) to come.  We had a Maori woman with us who sang back in response and we went into the assembly hall.  The chief Maori then talked (in Maori) welcoming us.  Our speaker, (men have to speak for the women in traditional Maori ceremonies) Richard, introduced us to the children.  They sang us a welcome song and we had to respond with a song.  We ended up singing the Star Spangled Banner (I may mention that I do not sing... well).  Then we did the traditional Hongi where you touch noses with the Maori chief, principal and many students.  This meant that we were now a part of them and no longer visitors.  Then we went in for morning tea (which we have everyday, afternoon tea equates to dinner).  The students then sang for us and did the haka.  It was so fun to watch, they did an amazing job.  They have an extracurricular group that does the singing and the haka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have a video but I can't make it work.  So check back later for this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaunYC4nPSI/AAAAAAAAAao/sdsa_88q2hs/s1600-h/IMG_3004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaunYC4nPSI/AAAAAAAAAao/sdsa_88q2hs/s200/IMG_3004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308520617319284002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many of the students don't wear shoes to school, no one really minds.  They also have to wear these adorable sun hats anytime they go outside.  They sun is really strong in NZ, I guess there is a whole in the ozone layer right above it (that is what I have been told) so they have to be really careful in the sun.  I loved the schools, they seem to have a great atmosphere.  So far I love it!  Oh and did I mention that it is warm here!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SauurtGDEjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GYgPxFI8TdY/s1600-h/IMG_3021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SauurtGDEjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/GYgPxFI8TdY/s200/IMG_3021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308528651648832050" 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/5977316968329492693-6196908257384146415?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6196908257384146415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6196908257384146415' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6196908257384146415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6196908257384146415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-it-i-love-it-i-love-it.html' title='I love it, I love it, I love it!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaumIqM2dSI/AAAAAAAAAaY/WLdf2UBA4lg/s72-c/IMG_2992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1534459690530977522</id><published>2009-02-25T17:57:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T18:14:44.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise I am a good teacher.</title><content type='html'>Today was my last day student teaching at little old Central Elementary.  My very sweet cooperating teacher gave me such cute keepsakes and she even had all of the students write letters to me and put them in a book.  I read them after I got home today and could not stop laughing after I read this one.  Does this mean I am a crappy teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXpQEojKdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gUguAmpiiXo/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXpQEojKdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gUguAmpiiXo/s200/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306904198256994770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just to prove that I am not a crappy teacher I am posting two other letters that were a little more grammatically correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXpVqmeynI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CGK5DDWkyAM/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXpVqmeynI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/CGK5DDWkyAM/s200/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306904294348212850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXrKaNJDeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hg1j5THrqe4/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXrKaNJDeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hg1j5THrqe4/s200/scan0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306906299991657954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXrQvUTNMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vC3lBcNT2ug/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXrQvUTNMI/AAAAAAAAAaI/vC3lBcNT2ug/s200/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306906408738043074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I will miss those little kids.  I feel like I really lucked out this semester.  I had a great teacher with a great class.  Now, off to New Zealand!  47 hours and counting.&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/5977316968329492693-1534459690530977522?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1534459690530977522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1534459690530977522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1534459690530977522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1534459690530977522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-promise-i-am-good-teacher.html' title='I promise I am a good teacher.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaXpQEojKdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/gUguAmpiiXo/s72-c/scan0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2381546526407208269</id><published>2009-02-22T21:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:43:26.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Kiwi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaImxBGkM9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/zyOAweSMntg/s1600-h/IMG_2957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305845934547284946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaImxBGkM9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/zyOAweSMntg/s200/IMG_2957.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't think people will be able to tell I am a tourist. Do you? I like how colorful their money is, it doesn't feel real. It feels like it is pretend money from Monopoly. But cheerful pretend money because it is colorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to tell Miranda thank you for this awesome airplane neck pillow. I will probably be the most comfortable person on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days and counting!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2381546526407208269?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2381546526407208269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2381546526407208269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2381546526407208269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2381546526407208269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/02/natural-kiwi.html' title='Natural Kiwi'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SaImxBGkM9I/AAAAAAAAAY4/zyOAweSMntg/s72-c/IMG_2957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1871111805322174947</id><published>2009-02-03T21:43:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:49:17.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers are Like Husbands</title><content type='html'>So I know that I do not have a husband, but I do have a computer, which I realized tonight is very similar.  You see, I LOVE my computer and the internet,  I would never try to go without it.  I couldn't imagine my life without it.  But sometimes.... oooh.... I just want to SMACK it!  I think this is how married life will be (some day).  Making the collages featured below was a pain in the butt.  I used the Photoshop for dummies, which apparently dumbs it down so much you have ZERO choices!   Lets just say I spent way too much time doing this, and not enough time planning for school tomorrow.  I haven't blogged about some pretty fun things that have  happened, and just don't feel ethical moving the blog along without giving them their proper respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYke8KhBttI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tMLga3wyG98/s1600-h/Christmas+morn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYke8KhBttI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tMLga3wyG98/s200/Christmas+morn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298800455541962450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First off, CHRISTMAS!   I do believe, much like the song suggests, that it is the most wonderful time of the year.  I had an amazing, stress free break that lasted over a month.  I think that Dec. 24 til Jan. 2 is my favorite week in the year.  My entire family is around, no one is working, everyone is just hanging out and eating good food.  What more could I ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkgBUxQMrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XJGjKMhaojE/s1600-h/newyears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkgBUxQMrI/AAAAAAAAAX8/XJGjKMhaojE/s200/newyears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801643705348786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Years is also a blast.  Who couldn't love standing outside when it is below freezing and blowing things up?  This year was packed with Costco fireworks (only the finest), paper shooter popper things and rednecks shooting off loud guns.  I stole a New Years kiss from Ridge, you can tell how pleased he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkh9snNRcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JZcoET-yQmU/s1600-h/hotpots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkh9snNRcI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JZcoET-yQmU/s200/hotpots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298803780409443778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also made our way up  to the hot pots in Spanish Fork canyon, where you can be guaranteed to meet some dandy people.  Last time we met a woman who was there to feel the effects of the Native American Vortex that is said to be there.  She was also a musician who was just waiting for music to go digital so she didn't waste precious natural resources to make her CD's. There is also our pervy old naked man who hops  from pool to pool claiming each as his own.  My favorite was the tatooed cool dude who had naked women tatooed on his pecs.  Now that is what I call class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkfmwlns8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2CofRXRsXFE/s1600-h/girlsnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkfmwlns8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2CofRXRsXFE/s200/girlsnight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801187316282306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bre and I took the little girlies to a invite only party at the Provo Marriot (Thank you Bre's work).  We swam, painted nails, did hair, and watched enough Disney Channel to last a life time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkf5VTZlVI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nG9YMRwJ6B0/s1600-h/jazzgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkf5VTZlVI/AAAAAAAAAX0/nG9YMRwJ6B0/s200/jazzgame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298801506409616722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago I went with some friends from school  to my first ever Jazz game.  We somehow lucked out (I'm still not really sure how) and got 11th row tickets for 27 dollars... and a free hot dog.  It was pretty much awesome!  We were so close we could hear the player calling out plays and grunting.  I'm not really sure why it is cool to hear them grunt, but lets just say we were close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkii1fTWvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/p-K-XChga2Q/s1600-h/nzcountdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 95px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYkii1fTWvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/p-K-XChga2Q/s200/nzcountdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298804418447366898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but certainly not least, Candace came down from Salt Lake and we made paper chains (because we are children) to countdown the days until we leave for NEW ZEALAND!  24 days and counting.  I can feel the warmth from here.  Darci also made a paper chain, hers counted until we come back, which turned out to be quite a long chain. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-1871111805322174947?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1871111805322174947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1871111805322174947' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1871111805322174947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1871111805322174947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/02/computers-are-like-husbands.html' title='Computers are Like Husbands'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SYke8KhBttI/AAAAAAAAAXc/tMLga3wyG98/s72-c/Christmas+morn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4646202875362454472</id><published>2009-01-13T23:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:11:29.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take my advice...</title><content type='html'>I have had many complaints, okay one complaint, well ... comment, that I don't update often enough, so this is dedicated to Pollywog.  So much has happened since the last blog I wrote I don't even know where to begin.  So why not with a fun little infomercial?  I just want to warn everyone living in Utah that this post may be offensive.  But take my advice, if this is offensive to you, YOU should change your ways!  But really just watch, it is nothing like the "Mormons Exposed" calendar (see very previous post).   Click&lt;a href="http://www.bighappyhair.com/"&gt; this link&lt;/a&gt; to order your "bump-it", do so it the next 10 minutes and you will receive "bump-it Bangs" for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SW2P7jb-THI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lYhbUduWLs4/s1600-h/gal14_big.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bighappyhair.com/"&gt;www.bighappyhair.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bighappyhair.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SW2P7jb-THI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lYhbUduWLs4/s200/gal14_big.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291043390517824626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am speechless.  Again if you found yourself thinking... "What is wrong with this, I wear my hair like that everyday, I already own 5 bump-its".  Take my advise and stop.  Attend meetings, get family support, call a hotline... JUST STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also started student teaching last week.  So far I love it.  I also leave for New Zealand in 58 days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4646202875362454472?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4646202875362454472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4646202875362454472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4646202875362454472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4646202875362454472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2009/01/take-my-advice.html' title='Take my advice...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SW2P7jb-THI/AAAAAAAAAXI/lYhbUduWLs4/s72-c/gal14_big.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3364982938281988429</id><published>2008-12-07T10:41:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:54:46.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The grass is always greener</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STymIN8vqRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vsB3nFlGvig/s1600-h/IMG_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STymIN8vqRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vsB3nFlGvig/s200/IMG_2261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277275523484985618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I first moved to Logan 3 and half years ago, it took me about 6 minutes before I was bawling my eyes out.  Now, after growing up a bit and becoming maybe a&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;  little  &lt;/span&gt;more mature, I have moved home and miss Logan.  I think I just always want what I can't have.   I finished classes on Wednesday and officially moved back to the UC on Thursday.  I can not tell you how amazing it feels to not look at my planner everyday and see what project or assignment is due the next day!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  HALELUJAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Sorry to everyone else who is still in school, that sucks for you.)&lt;br /&gt;I was really sad to leave the first grade class that I was in, they were so dang cute.  If it was illegal and creepy I would post pictures of them so you could see how cute they are.  When I told them I was leaving one little girl starting crying and another little boy said "I'll see you in high school Ms. Murdock!"  I didn't have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; to tell him that he would most likely never see me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STykZf1I8sI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gNwY0itjbkY/s1600-h/IMG_2564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STykZf1I8sI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gNwY0itjbkY/s200/IMG_2564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277273621319447234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since Tues. was mine and Candace's last day in Logan, we went to a Logan original for Dinner (Manderin Garden) and&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STylXJl5QFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j1qQ1cI4Gss/s1600-h/IMG_2567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STylXJl5QFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/j1qQ1cI4Gss/s200/IMG_2567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274680501813330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then decided that we should stay up ALL NIGHT in the art building with Darci and Adrienne.  We made jewelry, ate treats, danced and hid from the cops.  That is right, hid from the cops.  At midnight the campus police kicks everyone out who doesn't have a late&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STylMGjEaQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yJxI4INCfU0/s1600-h/IMG_2566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STylMGjEaQI/AAAAAAAAAWg/yJxI4INCfU0/s200/IMG_2566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274490706094338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night pass, which would be us. Well we were planning on staying all&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STyk302QTuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LxdOfrmgjf8/s1600-h/IMG_2565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STyk302QTuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/LxdOfrmgjf8/s200/IMG_2565.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277274142357343970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; night, so we hid in a dark room. Darci and Adrienne told us they never check there.  Just to be safe Candace and I turned the lights off and hid in the corner (not creepy at all right?)  We heard the door open and there walked in the cops, we froze like statues and Candace's face had a look of terror on it.  Good thing it was a "dark room" so they didn't see us.  Although that doesn't sound that creepy once written down, it was while it was happening.  Sometimes we like to think we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;rebels &lt;/span&gt;(HA!).  Once 3 am hit we were kind of tired so we just went to bed.  Can't have TOO much excitement in one night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STym3dAhxCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bK5u0xZ9CtU/s1600-h/IMG_2574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STym3dAhxCI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bK5u0xZ9CtU/s200/IMG_2574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277276334981235746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anywho.... I found out that I will be student teaching at Central Elementary in Pleasant Grove in a 3rd grade class, from Jan. 7 to Feb. 27.   And as of today, 78 days and counting 'til I leave for New Zealand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3364982938281988429?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3364982938281988429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3364982938281988429' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3364982938281988429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3364982938281988429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/12/grass-is-always-greener.html' title='The grass is always greener'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/STymIN8vqRI/AAAAAAAAAW4/vsB3nFlGvig/s72-c/IMG_2261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-9083066613651436504</id><published>2008-11-02T11:04:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:46:54.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick-or-Treat</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we had Mar-bear's birthday party which is a always a blast.  This year there were some top notch costumes, the bar has risen.  As you can tell I dressed up as a stick figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-uLOsck2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/DyVJHo0VUA8/s1600-h/marparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-uLOsck2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/DyVJHo0VUA8/s200/marparty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264617997365711714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-uX6IeDjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/te8B0lPaFrU/s1600-h/party2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-uX6IeDjI/AAAAAAAAAVs/te8B0lPaFrU/s200/party2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264618215184404018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also carved pumpkins last week. I tried a new technique, scraping the pumpkin instead of carving all the way through.  It was pretty hardcore and took a little more time than expected.   I was really excited to put my pumpkin outside our door in Logan.  When I got there I realized the next door apartment, who hates Obama and anyone who supports him, had been "tagged".  Someone wrote Obama for pres on their window.  I knew they would think I was involved (which I wasn't) so I decided for the safety of my pumpkin I would keep it indoors this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-0tXH9F0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/3g-LntatU4k/s1600-h/pumpkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-0tXH9F0I/AAAAAAAAAV0/3g-LntatU4k/s200/pumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264625180813891394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For my practicum I am in a first grade class.  All of the kids dressed up in costume and we had a big party.  All of the first grade teachers dressed up as butterflies.  We made the wings out of hangers and tissue paper.  Teachers are apparently very creative, I will need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-1VIXJdNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-h4ogr563aA/s1600-h/butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 93px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-1VIXJdNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-h4ogr563aA/s200/butterflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264625864045851858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also came home and we had Rio's birthday party and went trick or treating.  Okay so I didn't go trick or treating but I did attempt to sneak up on and scare the kids outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-9083066613651436504?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/9083066613651436504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=9083066613651436504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/9083066613651436504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/9083066613651436504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick-or-Treat'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SQ-uLOsck2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/DyVJHo0VUA8/s72-c/marparty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6371481943076235096</id><published>2008-10-17T15:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T16:26:32.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacking the Canyonlands</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we went backpacking down in the Canyonlands.  It was supposed to rain and snow, but somehow we had clear skies the whole time.  It was beautiful.   The canyons are so crazy.  One day we all went on a day hike and left our packs behind.  Ty ran back to our packs before we left and noticed that the ravens were trying to get into my pack.  He zipped it up and tried to hide the zippers.  By the time we got back the ravens had unzipped my pack, took all of my clothes out, ripped open and ate some of my food.  The food the didn't eat they FLEW off with.  Did you know that a group of ravens is called a conspiracy!?  Overall it was a great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J13sLL5iZXs"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J13sLL5iZXs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6371481943076235096?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6371481943076235096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6371481943076235096' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6371481943076235096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6371481943076235096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/10/backpacking-canyonlands.html' title='Backpacking the Canyonlands'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6502248683325630935</id><published>2008-10-03T01:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:44:01.052-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonpartisan Spawning...</title><content type='html'>I think the above title is a sign that I should stop trying to combine non-related activities.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SOXIS-7KD5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uk8gTDAA83w/s1600-h/salmonspwn_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SOXIS-7KD5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uk8gTDAA83w/s200/salmonspwn_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252824768851873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Wednesday we drove out to Porcupine Reservoir to watch the salmon spawn.  They spawn around the same time every year and turn a bright red color.  It was amazing!  There were so many salmon I couldn't believe it.  We walked down the river for awhile and they were running into our legs, it was crazy.  Our friend Andy even caught one with his bare hands (he watches a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Man Vs. Wild&lt;/span&gt; ).   Everything was beautiful, the leaves have started to change and it was fun to get out and see the fall colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SOXI1ohYM0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/En9RwRlMFt4/s1600-h/debate_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SOXI1ohYM0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/En9RwRlMFt4/s200/debate_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252825364133589826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight (Thurs) we watched the debate with some friends... and strangers.  We had an open door policy, anyone who wanted  could come watch.  We were determined to keep it friendly and "non-partisan".  We even made non-partisan treats, purple Rice Krispies (get it, we combined red and blue to get purple :) )  Well that back fired.  Lets just say next time our door will be closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we did keep a tally of how many times McCain was referred to as a "Maverick".  The total from Palin was around 9 BEFORE Biden finally went off and noted about 7 times that McCain was not a "Maverick".  I don't know about anyone else but all I can think of when I hear Maverick, is a gas station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6502248683325630935?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6502248683325630935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6502248683325630935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6502248683325630935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6502248683325630935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/10/nonpartisan-spawning.html' title='Nonpartisan Spawning...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SOXIS-7KD5I/AAAAAAAAAVU/uk8gTDAA83w/s72-c/salmonspwn_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7777820283867371527</id><published>2008-09-26T20:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:10:15.787-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I just keep going and going and ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2f7E2R-QI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gt7dtyMfuuw/s1600-h/IMG_1792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2f7E2R-QI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gt7dtyMfuuw/s200/IMG_1792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250528577846376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2gsuj5hLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/43ddAlcrOrs/s1600-h/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2gsuj5hLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/43ddAlcrOrs/s200/IMG_1797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250529430857155762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So despite the fact that every other family member has already blogged this, I am still going to.  Last weekend the family came up to Logan to visit and run some races.  Ty, Bre, Miranda, Nate, Hatee and myself ran the 5K, in record time.  They actually told us that no other six people have done so well while looking so good.  We plan to be on the advertisement poster next year.  Toad and Ash ran just a jaunt farther than us (a 23 mile jaunt).  I really was so impressed with them and everyone that ran the marathon.  I really don't know how they have that kind of endurance or will power.  I applaud them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2i3O9-DiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ppeVLkedrQY/s1600-h/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2i3O9-DiI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ppeVLkedrQY/s200/IMG_1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250531810378386978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I went with Mom, Randa and the kids to Gardener's Village to see the witches.  They have all of these adorably creepy witches, overpriced treats and cute little cobble stone streets that lead to sweet little shops full of overpriced goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2hEubKx9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Kh_2SdAJp8o/s1600-h/IMG_1844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2hEubKx9I/AAAAAAAAAU8/Kh_2SdAJp8o/s200/IMG_1844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250529843137398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, and I also chopped all of my hair.  This decision took place as I was driving to get it cut.  Once you go short, you just gotta keep going and going and ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7777820283867371527?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7777820283867371527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7777820283867371527' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7777820283867371527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7777820283867371527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-just-keep-going-and-going-and.html' title='I just keep going and going and ...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SN2f7E2R-QI/AAAAAAAAAUs/gt7dtyMfuuw/s72-c/IMG_1792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8876247888986830854</id><published>2008-09-08T20:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:45:45.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red necks, Blue lakes and White trash (how patriotic)</title><content type='html'>Well, well... we are now entering the third week of school and I wish it were done.  I forgot how much I DESPISE reading textbooks.  Whoever thought assigning chapter after chapter to read was a good idea, should rethink their thinking.  It makes me crazy!  But on a happier note I would like to publicly announce that I have turned in my Study Abroad application and have been approved for a loan for the exact amount to pay for said Study Abroad.  If all goes as planned, in six months I will be hanging out with Brett and Jerome (and some hobbits) in NEW ZEALAND teaching adorable Maori students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the headline of the blog... this weekend was a weekend of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SMXn2-MEemI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7FDCJowjMFs/s1600-h/bearlake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SMXn2-MEemI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7FDCJowjMFs/s200/bearlake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852272735386210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of my friends and I went to Bear Lake on Saturday and went canoing.  It was the first time I have been to Bear Lake, and not just driven by.  After working all summer at Utah Lake I had forgotten that lakes can be and are BLUE and CLEAR!  I couldn't get over the fact that at 7 feet deep you could still see the bottom!  I was the only one brave/dumb enough to jump in.  After I jumped in, I realized why no one else wanted to, and spent the next 20 minutes trying to stop shivering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SMXkq6Fm4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FdJX7hdICas/s1600-h/demoderby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SMXkq6Fm4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/FdJX7hdICas/s200/demoderby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243848766941225362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also attended the most red neck event of my life and saw more white trash than ever before at the (drum roll please)  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;DEMOLITION DERBY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Seeing truck after truck smash into each other and go up in smoke, while the crowd cheered and yee-hawed was the perfect capstone to my weekend.  I tried to capture some of my favorite things about the Demo Derby.  First things first the husband and wife matching, straggly, blonde ponytails.  If you look closely at the man (if he could be called so) he is sporting what we like to call a tellum, or backwards mullet.  This look is achieved by shaving the back and underside of your head and leaving the top nice and long. I could hardly keep my hands from caressing it (Okay too far).  My next favorite would be the pedophile like man who was wandering around with blinking glasses, mouth pieces, necklaces and swords.  The children were swarming like bugs to a bright light.  My third favorite was the political statement written on the back of one of the tailgates.  I had no idea a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DEMOLITION DERBY&lt;/span&gt; could be such a political arena.   I can make fun of this all I want but by the end of the night, I was cheering and screaming "SMASH IT, SMASH IT" with everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8876247888986830854?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8876247888986830854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8876247888986830854' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8876247888986830854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8876247888986830854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/09/red-necks-blue-lakes-and-white-trash.html' title='Red necks, Blue lakes and White trash (how patriotic)'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SMXn2-MEemI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7FDCJowjMFs/s72-c/bearlake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4797208837146008492</id><published>2008-08-24T22:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:29:48.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SLI1uYGashI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aSf0DSOFsiM/s1600-h/100_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SLI1uYGashI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aSf0DSOFsiM/s200/100_0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238308387444929042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know this is a copied pic from Randa's blog, but I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well I have officially moved back to Logan, I just unloaded the last box.  This is my last year and I can not even believe it.  I don't feel old enough.  Coming back is a bitter-sweet feeling.  I am always sad to leave home and especially my fam, but I am also excited about coming back to friends and school (kind of). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am going to miss about Springville:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- My family and being so close to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;-Air conditioning, dishwasher, laundry (the assumed luxuries of life).&lt;br /&gt;-Zubs ( I have literally had dreams that Zubs opened in Logan.... if only).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am excited about in Logan:&lt;br /&gt;- Zooming all over on my sweet motorized bike.&lt;br /&gt;- Pazookies&lt;br /&gt;- Friends that I haven't seen all summer.&lt;br /&gt;- School (well this is questionable, I like the first week.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I need to go get ready for the first of classes, thank you to everyone who let me hang out with them all summer.  Your company will be sorely missed.  I love you all, and until next summer (or this Friday) peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4797208837146008492?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4797208837146008492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4797208837146008492' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4797208837146008492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4797208837146008492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-home.html' title='Goodbye Home.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SLI1uYGashI/AAAAAAAAAOw/aSf0DSOFsiM/s72-c/100_0540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2623800907604417508</id><published>2008-08-16T21:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:47:28.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pig Lovin' at the Utah County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SKefBj9GFaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cx5CRBogH3M/s1600-h/IMG_1684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SKefBj9GFaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cx5CRBogH3M/s200/IMG_1684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235327941021668770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is what I call love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2623800907604417508?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2623800907604417508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2623800907604417508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2623800907604417508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2623800907604417508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/08/pig-lovin-at-utah-county-fair.html' title='Pig Lovin&apos; at the Utah County Fair'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SKefBj9GFaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cx5CRBogH3M/s72-c/IMG_1684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7596286955268775557</id><published>2008-08-03T15:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T16:09:42.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the MURDERER of love.</title><content type='html'>Most people that know me, know that I do not like pets.  But I do however like "&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;wild&lt;/span&gt;" animals (for example.. Quail).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SJYqX_SwSaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rlu2ImpK_4o/s1600-h/Henry+Moore+-+Quail+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SJYqX_SwSaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rlu2ImpK_4o/s200/Henry+Moore+-+Quail+Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230414608852863394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Friday night around 7:35 pm I was driving up Center St. in Springville to take Darci home.  We were minding our own business when a small family of quail decided it was a good time to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;dart out&lt;/span&gt; and cross the road.  Now usually when driving near birds they get out of the way, even at the last second they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;always get away&lt;/span&gt;! Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wrong! &lt;/span&gt; Seeing the family get closer and closer to the car I screamed and covered my face with my hands (I know, not the smartest thing while driving). As we passed I slowly peered into the rear view mirror only to see the small family (minus one)  scatter across the road and ... one bird lumped up not moving.  My screaming turned into words (some which I won't repeat) "Oh my gosh I killed their MOM, I hit one, I killed their MOM!!!" and tears streamed down my face.  I dropped off a smirking Darci who's exact words were " I love that you are crying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could hardly bring up the courage to drive back down Center St. Passed the feathery lump.  I got home and blubbered as I retold the story to a very sensitive and sympathetic family who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHED&lt;/span&gt;   at me the whole time I was crying.   Thank guys for your love and support during this difficult time in my life.  To add some salt to the wound my Mom even told me I was the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;murderer of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you all know, the past two nights I have had nightmares about murdering animals. Keep your pets indoors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7596286955268775557?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7596286955268775557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7596286955268775557' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7596286955268775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7596286955268775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-murderer-of-love.html' title='I am the MURDERER of love.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SJYqX_SwSaI/AAAAAAAAAOg/rlu2ImpK_4o/s72-c/Henry+Moore+-+Quail+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2587419392118972227</id><published>2008-07-29T18:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:37:06.847-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SI-2geoDItI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jlQ5_uaWQEM/s1600-h/IMG_1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SI-2geoDItI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jlQ5_uaWQEM/s200/IMG_1604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228598361493545682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday morning I was getting ready to go to work and having a little chat with Mar bear, who had slept over and woken up at 7:00 AM (I don’t get why kids, who have nothing to do, wake up so EARLY!)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was struggling to understand the hard facts of life… that just because Aunt Kell is taller than Grandma doesn’t mean that I am OLDER than Grandma.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Somehow she got onto the topic of dating and marriage (go figure).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The conversation went something to the effect of :  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maren: “Kell, when you grow up and have a boyfriend, you can tell him he is “hot” and that means that he is cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or you can say he is “hot hot” and that means he is really cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or you can say that he is “hot hot in the microwave”, and that means that he is REALLY REALLY neat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you don’t have to say it if you don’t want to."&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Hmmm, good to know Marbear."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maren:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“Yeah and if you want to get married, you just get a wedding dress and just sit on the couch and wait to go on a date.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then you just ask the boy if he wants to get married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he says “yes” then you get your wedding dress and go to the temple.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If he says “no”, then you just ask a other boy." (not a typo, this is how Maren says "another") &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"Hmmm."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maren: “Yeah and when you get married you just get a wedding dress, go to the temple, then come home and put your pajamas on and go to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Did you know that?”&lt;/p&gt;Did I know that?!    NO!  I had NO idea!  HOW COME NO ONE EVER TOLD ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know which was more sad the fact that I think her method really might work, or that my 4 year old niece is concerned about my dating life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2587419392118972227?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2587419392118972227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2587419392118972227' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2587419392118972227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2587419392118972227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/07/woman-of-wisdom.html' title='Woman of Wisdom'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SI-2geoDItI/AAAAAAAAAOY/jlQ5_uaWQEM/s72-c/IMG_1604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3118764152267490861</id><published>2008-07-08T01:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T01:09:13.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilariously Awkward</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SHMSLYB-G_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6oymS7lC6hg/s1600-h/b_07_dinner_04_prosport_t_hindley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SHMSLYB-G_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6oymS7lC6hg/s200/b_07_dinner_04_prosport_t_hindley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220536379691113458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Wimbledon.  In high school my friends and I would get up early and make breakfast and watch the finals.  I get the same rushes watching tennis as I do when I play.  I literally grunt, cringe, yelp and chuckle as I watch.  This picture of the two Champions also made me grunt, cringe, yelp and chuckle.   On the court they are so graceful and easy to watch, here.... not so much.  I know they are athletes, not models, but still this pictures is hilariously awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3118764152267490861?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3118764152267490861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3118764152267490861' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3118764152267490861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3118764152267490861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/07/hilariously-awkward.html' title='Hilariously Awkward'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SHMSLYB-G_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6oymS7lC6hg/s72-c/b_07_dinner_04_prosport_t_hindley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7781253100284580257</id><published>2008-06-28T10:05:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:59:02.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody call Guiness... I think we have a record here.</title><content type='html'>I have decided that blogging is really more of a Winter "sport", when it is 3 degrees outside and you have to keep yourself entertained indoors. Now that it is summer, it is warm, the sun shines, and blogging has slowly fallen to the bottom of my "things I want to do" list. But I also do more fun things that I should blog about. Hence I have come up with a record breaking blog. Those who are about to embark on this epic journey should do so wisely. If your eyes become strained, take a break. You don't need to read the whole thing all at once. This INSANELY long blog is to document what I have done this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZjdLI2WOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cWzwmFhaKlU/s1600-h/climbiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216966571212560610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZjdLI2WOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cWzwmFhaKlU/s200/climbiing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went climbing for the first time (outside) in Moab. Ty and Bri were kind enough to take Bre and Myself to Potash, where we competed like gladiators up the rock face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZkHVudKWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hkuHMRtItzc/s1600-h/remodel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216967295609153890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZkHVudKWI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hkuHMRtItzc/s200/remodel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remodeled my bedroom. Before I started work I took a day to paint my room. While both my parents were leery about my color choices, I think it turned out quite nice. My dad at one point said "well.... that looks interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZln-aEzmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mkzlluUNOVI/s1600-h/sanjuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968955796967010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZln-aEzmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mkzlluUNOVI/s200/sanjuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight thus far has been the river trip. It was the perfect trip. Although we were sad that some family members were missing, it was a ton of fun to have a trip of just our family. Alina was really "pushing" to fit in in above picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZmij54nLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ivepf3VWLKw/s1600-h/bridge+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216969962294910130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZmij54nLI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Ivepf3VWLKw/s200/bridge+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way back from the San Juan we slept in Moab, and got to the see the river bridge. The bridge is massive, yet it still sways when you jump. I don't get how concrete and steel "sways".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZk1P4DliI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RgEWhTp8_-I/s1600-h/carnival+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216968084312790562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZk1P4DliI/AAAAAAAAAMY/RgEWhTp8_-I/s200/carnival+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The greatest place on Earth". Well that is not exactly how I feel about the carnival but the girls seem to love it. Just looking at some of the rides (and people) made me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZnBxiL9FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ug9SMvtIqQ4/s1600-h/horse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216970498529555538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZnBxiL9FI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Ug9SMvtIqQ4/s200/horse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bri took his boys to ride the horses, then realized that Bre and myself have also never really ridden a horse. Luckily we rode Tilly, which is referred to as a over sized dog. Abby on the other hand was not as nice and gave&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt; someone &lt;/span&gt;quite a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZsESOAUwI/AAAAAAAAANg/453bPetgldI/s1600-h/moab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216976039221154562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZsESOAUwI/AAAAAAAAANg/453bPetgldI/s200/moab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After cousins camp, Ash and myself took River and Ridge home and got to hang out in Moab for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZqGeHk5EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7E-EsDsTcZI/s1600-h/IMG_1452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216973877751899202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZqGeHk5EI/AAAAAAAAANQ/7E-EsDsTcZI/s200/IMG_1452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Thursday Creed and Jen took us to the Arts Festival in Salt Lake. There were many interesting works of art and people. I even got to carry Everette in his slingy thing. I have never felt more like a mom. But I'll tell you what.. that baby sling is a GUY MAGNET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-165faf60d4a9ae11" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165faf60d4a9ae11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80403473E0570A7EBC32E1B6DB928C06F933797C.76962F2A5B19C1ADC743FA65FB759CF26667DB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165faf60d4a9ae11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFE8gQeCJdot_CqsYccGtY-fdQM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165faf60d4a9ae11%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331870765%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80403473E0570A7EBC32E1B6DB928C06F933797C.76962F2A5B19C1ADC743FA65FB759CF26667DB2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165faf60d4a9ae11%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLFE8gQeCJdot_CqsYccGtY-fdQM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were lucky enough to catch a performance of the Rose Phantom on our way out of the Arts Festival. I don't really have anything to say... the video says it all. He will "light" up your day, I'll tell you that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7781253100284580257?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=165faf60d4a9ae11&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7781253100284580257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7781253100284580257' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7781253100284580257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7781253100284580257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/06/somebody-call-guiness-i-think-we-have.html' title='Somebody call Guiness... I think we have a record here.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGZjdLI2WOI/AAAAAAAAAMI/cWzwmFhaKlU/s72-c/climbiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5862231304003095144</id><published>2008-05-22T01:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T02:17:45.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night To Remember (for those that were sober)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://brettdennen.net/"&gt;Brett Dennen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUpuuBnyVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yQkrnLB1tj8/s1600-h/IMG_1229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUpuuBnyVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yQkrnLB1tj8/s200/IMG_1229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203110827102030162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.masonjennings.com/"&gt;                                                                                            Mason Jennings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoEOBnyRI/AAAAAAAAALc/Uy_omiA0hWE/s1600-h/IMG_1232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoEOBnyRI/AAAAAAAAALc/Uy_omiA0hWE/s200/IMG_1232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203108997445962002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;May 21 will be noted as the day that the best concert&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; EVER&lt;/span&gt; took place (at least in my record books).  Tonight I went and saw Missy Higgins, Brett Dennen AND Mason Jennings! The stars aligned and two of my favorite people, Brett and Mason, decided to go on tour together.   This was also the first time that I got to whip out my ID and prove that I was 21 or older.  Although I won't deny that the seven foot tall steroid pumped bouncer still made me kind of nervous.  The concert was amazing, both artists lived up to their hype.  Since this was my first concert at a 21 an older club I really paid attention to my fellow "&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;clubbers&lt;/span&gt;" and I think I picked up some really important life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First.... when smoking from a bong it is best to crouch down one at a time, so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; will suspect anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old people can &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; out to Mason too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Weed&lt;/span&gt; smells like sweet smoke, or smoke mixed with a little incense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bouncers do not let you in, even if your 21st birthday is TOMORROW.  Maybe next year hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feeling tremendous pain in you heart is what life is all about, and we should have the capacity within to love someone so much that we can make ourselves  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt;."  Brett Dennen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett Dennen says weird things after a "couple" of drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one I heard from the crouching bong guy, I think I will adopt it as my new motto:&lt;br /&gt;"If it ... makes you .. happy......... just... Effing do it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a fantastic night, and since I was sober, it is not one I will soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoU-BnySI/AAAAAAAAALk/iTudt2080v8/s1600-h/IMG_1234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoU-BnySI/AAAAAAAAALk/iTudt2080v8/s200/IMG_1234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203109285208770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoh-BnyTI/AAAAAAAAALs/viyd88qdWq8/s1600-h/IMG_1235b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 198px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUoh-BnyTI/AAAAAAAAALs/viyd88qdWq8/s200/IMG_1235b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203109508547070258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUov-BnyUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i4Exvf7VrTQ/s1600-h/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUov-BnyUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/i4Exvf7VrTQ/s200/IMG_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203109749065238850" 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/5977316968329492693-5862231304003095144?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5862231304003095144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5862231304003095144' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5862231304003095144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5862231304003095144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/05/night-to-remember-for-those-that-were.html' title='A Night To Remember (for those that were sober)'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SDUpuuBnyVI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yQkrnLB1tj8/s72-c/IMG_1229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2301189271427004743</id><published>2008-04-23T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:57:53.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SERENITY NOW!</title><content type='html'>I am fairly certain that as of yesterday I am the only emotionally stable person living in my apartment.  In the past month both of my roommates have broken up with their boyfriends and are having a hard time.... well surviving.  It seems like every time I come home someone is laying in the fetal position in their bed with the lights off, sitting in the lazy boy with glazed over eyes, or eating chocolate like the stores are gonna stop selling it.  We now have a stash of Nyquil, to help the above mentioned girls actually go to sleep, and I feel like a constant care-tech making sure that they eat and shower regularly. Now call me crazy but isn't it funny that the only sane person, is the one who didn't have a boyfriend?  I see a common trend, boys make you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SA_o4EhwSkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ruC_jk1RiU8/s1600-h/IMG_1156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SA_o4EhwSkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ruC_jk1RiU8/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192624945367108162" 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/5977316968329492693-2301189271427004743?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2301189271427004743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2301189271427004743' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2301189271427004743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2301189271427004743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/04/serenity-now.html' title='SERENITY NOW!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SA_o4EhwSkI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ruC_jk1RiU8/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7127734959611560913</id><published>2008-04-13T18:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:24:44.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleanos Padre</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to say Happy to Birthday to my one and only Padre.  My dad is the most humble, giving, stubborn, loving, protective, loyal, fly fisherman I know.  He would do anything for anyone and would give you the shirt off his back.  He is such a good Dad and I love him very much.  Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwXP59V6glk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7127734959611560913?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7127734959611560913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7127734959611560913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7127734959611560913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7127734959611560913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/04/feliz-cumpleanos-padre.html' title='Feliz Cumpleanos Padre'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2709423800046804838</id><published>2008-04-02T20:28:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:02:57.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you waiting for your prince charming?</title><content type='html'>Tonight Darci, Kate and Myself were on campus, at Old Main to be more specific.  We were taking pictures of me on the "A", which is totally lame and cheesey, BUT Alina wanted me to for a portfolio I have to put together.  Anyways I am standing on the "A" complaining that it is sticky when I hear&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RI1XCTibI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sqeh-DOOaZU/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RI1XCTibI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sqeh-DOOaZU/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184849152564234674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this guy, but there is no guy with us.  We all looked over, assuming he was going to be mocking me for actually taking pictures on the "A".  For those of you who aren't USU alumni or attendees, the "A" is a small platform, held up by four A's. This is where true aggie night takes place, where mobs of people attack each other and kiss while touching the "A", thus becoming "True Aggies" (no, I have never attended, this is just the word on the street).  Anyways he asks if I am waiting for my prince charming to come and kiss me on the "A".  Before it can get too awkward, he laughs and asks us if we want to throw a boomerang.  I was thinking that "throw a boomerang" might be slang for something else, so I was hesitant to answer.  Turns out he really wanted to teach us how to throw a boomerang.  So we ended up hanging out with him and his friends and they really taught us how to throw a boomerang.  I had never done this, and it was quite fun, a little scary when they fly past your head, but fun.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RMmnCTihI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ItMtBhDafXI/s1600-h/IMG_1124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RMmnCTihI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ItMtBhDafXI/s320/IMG_1124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184853297207675410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RNP3CTiiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PuV8EsW14_A/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RNP3CTiiI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PuV8EsW14_A/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184854005877279266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RMQ3CTigI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q9MzTZvmP1c/s1600-h/IMG_1123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RMQ3CTigI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Q9MzTZvmP1c/s320/IMG_1123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184852923545520642" 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/5977316968329492693-2709423800046804838?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2709423800046804838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2709423800046804838' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2709423800046804838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2709423800046804838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-waiting-for-your-prince.html' title='Are you waiting for your prince charming?'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R_RI1XCTibI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sqeh-DOOaZU/s72-c/IMG_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4758093809859712246</id><published>2008-03-18T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T23:43:44.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 2008 woot woot!</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been sometime since I have updated this thing.  Truth is school controls my life!  I don't know what it is about this semester but it is grueling.  Luckily this past week I was free (free fallin') from school, free from studying, free from homework, free from work.  And that calls for a WOOT WOOT!  This spring break was a time for me to try new things.  I had a lot of firsts.... First time I had ever been a bridesmaid, first time going to preschool, first time in a real "hole in the ground" hot spring.  To start the break my roommate/friend Michelle got married.  Hence the bridesmaid, well pseudo bridesmaid, I don't know if you could call us bridesmaids because all we really did was pose for pictures.  We were all very excited for her, but sad to lose her as well.  I then went to preschool with Mar Bear, which anything that involves Mar Bear is usually hilarious.  Then my very patient brother Tyty took us backpacking in Zions.  He planned the trip and then was very slowly outnumbered by females.  It was a blast and I am proud to say that I am the only one of the trip who didn't slip in the mud, fall into the river, or run into a tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eh7ftMbHkQ4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I hope Ty and Bre aren't mad that I made a video with some of their pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4758093809859712246?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4758093809859712246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4758093809859712246' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4758093809859712246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4758093809859712246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break-2008-woot-woot.html' title='Spring Break 2008 woot woot!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4394709326975398303</id><published>2008-02-25T20:23:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:48:44.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R8OHszVu8zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/940Hwkenz5A/s1600-h/disney+princesses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R8OHszVu8zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/940Hwkenz5A/s320/disney+princesses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171126000916820786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this picture and immediately thought of my cute little nieces.  This picture is dedicated to all of the princesses out there, myself included, who have a hard time always acting like one.  This is also to contradict the saying of "Act like a lady" I hate that saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4394709326975398303?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4394709326975398303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4394709326975398303' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4394709326975398303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4394709326975398303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/02/true-princess.html' title='The True Princess'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R8OHszVu8zI/AAAAAAAAAJY/940Hwkenz5A/s72-c/disney+princesses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5205039573285358109</id><published>2008-02-15T18:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T19:06:24.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hair" is my new do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7ZDNzVu8yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j1JksIdzpjw/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7ZDNzVu8yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j1JksIdzpjw/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167391526852948770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I made a pretty rash decision this week, and just decided to chop off my hair.  Why hold on to it... right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5205039573285358109?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5205039573285358109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5205039573285358109' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5205039573285358109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5205039573285358109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/02/hair-is-my-new-do.html' title='&quot;Hair&quot; is my new do'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7ZDNzVu8yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j1JksIdzpjw/s72-c/IMG_0727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7384864278445553534</id><published>2008-02-13T18:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T19:02:23.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Madre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7Og1DVu8vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q7Vbt3nCe1E/s1600-h/mom+bday+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7Og1DVu8vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q7Vbt3nCe1E/s320/mom+bday+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166650030814065394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom I hope that you had a fantastic day!  I love you so much and am so thankful to have a mom like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7384864278445553534?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7384864278445553534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7384864278445553534' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7384864278445553534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7384864278445553534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-birthday-madre.html' title='Happy Birthday Madre!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R7Og1DVu8vI/AAAAAAAAAI4/q7Vbt3nCe1E/s72-c/mom+bday+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8410231824652580511</id><published>2008-02-06T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T18:03:51.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Everett Meet Aunt Kell</title><content type='html'>I went down to SLC on Monday to finally meet my newest, tiniest little nephew, Everett Creed Murdock.  To be completely honest the whole pregnancy and birthing details kind of creep me out, and well... scares me to death!  But I can't deny that the finished product is amazing.  He is so tiny, soft and warm.  I love that he can barely open his eyes, but when he does everything is new to him.  I love that he wants to be wrapped up so tight, and when he can move he yelps.  I love the cooing noises that he makes and even his little cry is adorable (although in large increments, probably not so cute).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUk6WqwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1W4sSvd1RMk/s1600-h/IMG_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUk6WqwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1W4sSvd1RMk/s320/IMG_0708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164032915850052098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUzqWqwhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6bI1OeF2-Co/s1600-h/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUzqWqwhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6bI1OeF2-Co/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164033169253122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUNqWqwfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_yYHIKgcAZI/s1600-h/IMG_0723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUNqWqwfI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_yYHIKgcAZI/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164032516418093554" 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/5977316968329492693-8410231824652580511?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8410231824652580511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8410231824652580511' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8410231824652580511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8410231824652580511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-everett-meet-aunt-kell.html' title='Baby Everett Meet Aunt Kell'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6pUk6WqwgI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1W4sSvd1RMk/s72-c/IMG_0708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5422652448492578947</id><published>2008-02-03T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T09:10:24.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowly Cow!</title><content type='html'>This weekend my environmental education class took a little field trip to the Grand Teton National Park.  I think we were doing "research" but nobody was really sure.    We stayed at the Teton  Science School,  explored the park, and snowshoed a little.  The snow up there was INSANE, the pictures don't do it justice.  There were times when the snow was as tall as me.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6Yj5KWqwbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GGgm0ZwbZ1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6Yj5KWqwbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GGgm0ZwbZ1Q/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162853487765799346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6YkTqWqwcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nmauvljYuzg/s1600-h/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6YkTqWqwcI/AAAAAAAAAIA/nmauvljYuzg/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162853943032332738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6YnfqWqweI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ogTPyhW1z8c/s1600-h/IMG_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6YnfqWqweI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ogTPyhW1z8c/s320/IMG_0685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162857447725646306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is normally a great view of the Grand Tetons, but the clouds didn't leave the whole time we were there.  Bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5422652448492578947?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5422652448492578947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5422652448492578947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5422652448492578947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5422652448492578947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/02/snowly-cow.html' title='Snowly Cow!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R6Yj5KWqwbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GGgm0ZwbZ1Q/s72-c/IMG_0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6687028406457971648</id><published>2008-01-28T16:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T16:28:35.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corona Arch</title><content type='html'>Last  weekend we went to Moab to visit  Bri and Alina.  We went on  a hike to Corona Arch.  It was  a little chilly but felt quite a bit warmer than Logan.  It was a good break from the  below zero temperatures.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R55jxKWqwZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BVCJvzumsg4/s1600-h/IMG_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R55jxKWqwZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BVCJvzumsg4/s320/IMG_0523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160671919257338258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R55kPqWqwaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YDa1TclClgk/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R55kPqWqwaI/AAAAAAAAAHw/YDa1TclClgk/s320/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160672443243348386" 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/5977316968329492693-6687028406457971648?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6687028406457971648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6687028406457971648' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6687028406457971648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6687028406457971648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/01/corona-arch.html' title='Corona Arch'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R55jxKWqwZI/AAAAAAAAAHo/BVCJvzumsg4/s72-c/IMG_0523.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3360954599517202737</id><published>2008-01-12T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:45:41.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A pain in my neck</title><content type='html'>So this week (today in fact) I had to take the Praxis.  The Praxis is a content knowledge test that you HAVE to pass in order to student teach, and then again as a real life teacher.  So this was kind of a big deal.  Not only does it cost $$$, but you don't pass you don't student teach (until you take it again... and pass).  So my good friends Constance and Candace came over to study this week.  Since studying was kind of boring we ended up taking pictures of ourselves studying (or pretending to studying and making Pazookies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4m_76cIl1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/5PohNyiwpyE/s1600-h/IMG_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4m_76cIl1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/5PohNyiwpyE/s320/IMG_0431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154862284522690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nANacIl2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GSNO3VWAbKM/s1600-h/IMG_0414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nANacIl2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GSNO3VWAbKM/s320/IMG_0414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154862585170401122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nAk6cIl3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/V3pwa3TQwG4/s1600-h/IMG_0421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nAk6cIl3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/V3pwa3TQwG4/s320/IMG_0421.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154862988897326962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After taking the test at 7:30 AM, I treated myself to a trip to the DI.  Now I know that chances are, nobody really cares what I got at DI.  BUT I was so proud of this trip that I took a picture of all the good stuff I got.  I know I am a nerd, but I can't help it.  I got 12 good books, a cute wallet, a wooden necklace, 3 Chinese lanterns (that actually light up), awesome shoes and an electronic Catch Phrase for a whopping total of......(drum roll please)........ 26 DOLLARS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nBAacIl4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/F6Sg57P_Suk/s1600-h/IMG_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4nBAacIl4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/F6Sg57P_Suk/s320/IMG_0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154863461343729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tie in the title of the blog.  When we took the practice test my head was tilted a weird way that made it hurt for a while.  Then I spent so long looking at books at DI with my head tilted to read the titles, it was hard to straighten my neck.  It is hard being a college student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3360954599517202737?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3360954599517202737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3360954599517202737' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3360954599517202737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3360954599517202737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-in-my-neck.html' title='A pain in my neck'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R4m_76cIl1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/5PohNyiwpyE/s72-c/IMG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1775001786326578457</id><published>2008-01-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T23:09:54.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...Sniff...Sniff...</title><content type='html'>Well the holidays have come to an end and that means that I am back in Logan.  Don't get me wrong I do love Logan ... now, I used to not so much.  But nothing is quite like being at home when the whole fam is gathered together, doing nothing productive, laying in front of the fireplace, never really getting out of your pajamas, eating more junk food than anybody ever really should, and having it be perfectly acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;I think it is quite funny that I am  posting a video of the holiday extravaganza when most of the people who will watch it, were there and experienced it for themselves.  The game playing was out of control and I am happy that I could snap some photos, the awkward hand hold is a part of the new cranium that includes puppetry, lets just say that some people felt uncomfortable.  And my dad on the floor, don't worry he is not dead, just skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain too much though because Logan did welcome me with open arms.  Today some guy told me I looked "Spiffy", which I think is a good thing, but am not sure.  Then in environmental ethics I saw the best balding student with a LONG ponytail that was parted in a comb over to cover his shiny white head.  Thanks Logan, you always seem to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v3WCVE_Rg8k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-1775001786326578457?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1775001786326578457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1775001786326578457' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1775001786326578457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1775001786326578457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-schoolsniffsniff.html' title='Back to school...Sniff...Sniff...'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2338117925475442427</id><published>2007-12-17T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T17:40:24.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Hairs and Gingerbread Houses.</title><content type='html'>So I guess last semester really took its toll on me.  While studying for a singing test, yes you read it right, I had a singing test, my good pal Constance pointed out a glistening white hair a top my head.  At first I didn't believe it, but it is true.  I guess I should just succumb to the fact that I will be dying my hair for years to come.  Although I usually try to stay away from taking pictures of myself I thought this was a worthy cause.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cWHKcIlzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ezHkZMzBp0Y/s1600-h/white+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cWHKcIlzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ezHkZMzBp0Y/s320/white+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145105411611334450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more holly jolly note, we made Gingerbread houses last week.  I think the activity was supposed to be for the kids, but somehow it ended up being Miranda, Jen, Tyler, Hatee and myself decorating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cVs6cIlyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jq93VTGvZA4/s1600-h/gingerbread+houses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cVs6cIlyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Jq93VTGvZA4/s320/gingerbread+houses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145104960639768354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cWp6cIl0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/T_-w8sJnoYs/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cWp6cIl0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/T_-w8sJnoYs/s320/DSC01210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145106008611788610" 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/5977316968329492693-2338117925475442427?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2338117925475442427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2338117925475442427' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2338117925475442427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2338117925475442427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/12/white-hairs-and-gingerbread-houses.html' title='White Hairs and Gingerbread Houses.'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/R2cWHKcIlzI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ezHkZMzBp0Y/s72-c/white+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6230701117616879084</id><published>2007-12-02T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:03:05.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only At Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>Tis the season for creativity!  Our decorations this year certainly are far from ordinary, which we ourselves are also becoming.  Because of lack of funds and "real" decorations, we had to put our heads together (and steal some ideas from Alina) to make our apartment glow with Christmas goodness.&lt;br /&gt;  We started by covering our windows with shrink wrap, which I think is usually the best place to start the winter festivities.  You may also notice that while inside our little apartment we are all wearing scarves (which Jen, I don't own one of my own ;) ), our heat is not working and we are FREEZING!  Anyways, we ended up cutting a branch off of our neighbors pine tree (shhh, don't tell).  We then grabbed one of Michelle's real skirts and used it as a tree skirt, then hung a star from the ceiling down to the tree.  When we realized we had no lights for the tree we strung popcorn, and with no ornaments we hung our ear rings, no Christmas stockings we hung our own socks.   Needless to say we are proud of our humble abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGP6kD7eb54&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6230701117616879084?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6230701117616879084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6230701117616879084' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6230701117616879084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6230701117616879084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/12/only-at-christmas-time.html' title='Only At Christmas Time'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-494174324028115441</id><published>2007-11-11T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:05:40.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new low</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not really even sure how to start this post.  I want to think of something witty, maybe even funny to say, but am just speechless (which is saying something).  Just click this logo or go to www.mormonsexposed.com, to see what I'm talking , or not talking, about.  Once at the website click on "Meet the Missionaries", then choose a missionary, when his picture comes up, put your mouse on him and see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mormonsexposed.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rzf5iLDsC7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RzXH_bYfCEk/s320/logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131844665891097522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that we had hit an all time low with the new LDS BMX'ing missionary movie (extreme mormons), but I was wrong, this is the new low.  By putting this on my blog I am in no way promoting or condoning the morons that put this together, the exact opposite actually.  hmmm....I guess I wasn't so speechless after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-494174324028115441?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/494174324028115441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=494174324028115441' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/494174324028115441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/494174324028115441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/11/new-low.html' title='A new low'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rzf5iLDsC7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/RzXH_bYfCEk/s72-c/logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8250427052622703637</id><published>2007-11-09T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T09:20:39.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to grow up?</title><content type='html'>I think not.  Yesterday I officially turned 21, I can now legally buy... well lots of stuff.  The party started at midnight and lasted 24 hours.  We had drinks, cupcakes and some very entertaining gifts.  The girlies gave me a very intriguing calendar and The Planet Earth!  Not literally the planet Earth, but the BBC series which I am super ultra (as Rowan would say) excited about.  The twins gave me an anatomically correct model of a man, which we proceeded to put together last night.  We thought it would take 15-20 minutes, well 3 HOURS later he was put together.  It was a long night, but well worth the wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am apparently a fan of slide shows, so here goes number two within a week of each other. Oh and we were arm wrestling to see who had to go on a mission, it wasn't just for fun, it was serious business.  Good news, I am off the hook ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pa2Pl0FJkhE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8250427052622703637?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8250427052622703637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8250427052622703637' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8250427052622703637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8250427052622703637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-to-grow-up.html' title='Time to grow up?'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2457025566450343684</id><published>2007-11-05T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T02:12:34.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Logan Style</title><content type='html'>I know the rotting pumpkins on the porches mean that Halloween is over, but I didn't get a chance to post this until now.  So put down your Christmas lights for just a second and revert back to Halloween mode.  We had our 2nd annual Halloween party this year and boy was it smokin'.  We were all a little melancholy for our childhood so decided to re-live it at the party by eating donuts off a string, dropping Jello and stuffing our mouths with marshmallows.  On a more mature, but also more eccentric note, we also had an Edgar Allen Poe reading contest.  I know, who does that, right?  Well we do, so back off.  The contests were of course backed with prizes which mostly consisted of over sized t-shirts and trophies we found at DI.  Overall I would say it was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yD8vfsrc0Qw&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2457025566450343684?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2457025566450343684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2457025566450343684' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2457025566450343684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2457025566450343684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-logan-style.html' title='Halloween Logan Style'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1149283311277487480</id><published>2007-10-21T21:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:49:13.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Down the Fort in Logan</title><content type='html'>Well I just thought that I would put some perspective on the phrase "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mundane life&lt;/span&gt;".  I feel like people have been throwing that term around a little too loosely.  To demonstrate here is what I did this weekend.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwlFhQeQ2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/n-hQz6ECNy0/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwlFhQeQ2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/n-hQz6ECNy0/s320/DSC_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124011252797817698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darci followed me around with her camera.  I was a psuedo model for her art project.  I look particularly homeless in this one, good thing I don't normally sit alone in alleyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwVcBQeQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FeokGx0ZSh4/s1600-h/DSC_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwVcBQeQ0I/AAAAAAAAAFs/FeokGx0ZSh4/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123994047158829890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of the cool Utah theater, standing in the middle of the road, hoping not to get hit by a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwU-hQeQzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MAvY1BMZnso/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwU-hQeQzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MAvY1BMZnso/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123993540352688946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alina, you can paint gourds.... but can you STACK them?  And yes that is my Arthur coloring book in the corner, that was last weekends entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rxwm-RQeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6MiXS9-pXzo/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rxwm-RQeQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6MiXS9-pXzo/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124013327267021682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a lot of determination and time, but I finally got ALL of the gourds stacked onto one pumpkin.  You may hold your applause.  I hope you all had a great weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-1149283311277487480?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1149283311277487480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1149283311277487480' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1149283311277487480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1149283311277487480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/10/holding-down-fort-in-logan.html' title='Holding Down the Fort in Logan'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxwlFhQeQ2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/n-hQz6ECNy0/s72-c/DSC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-2995140168049706144</id><published>2007-10-17T19:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T19:16:47.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>USU students at their finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Do not judge all USU students by the actions and/or words of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxayxBQeQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6pbPWw6TTBg/s1600-h/usu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxayxBQeQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6pbPWw6TTBg/s320/usu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122478181401379602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my health education class, our professor chooses a couple of people each day to answer some random questions.  It is his way of making the awkward first day of school, last ALL SEMESTER.  People usually say ridiculous things and make fools of themselves, but last Wednesday one girl one-upped everyone.  Her question was "If you could meet one person, dead or alive, who would it be?"  Her answer "ummmm, probably like mmmmmm, Justin Timberlake..............or like Jesus."  Seriously, as if the answer Justin Timberlake wasn't embarrassing enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-2995140168049706144?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/2995140168049706144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=2995140168049706144' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2995140168049706144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/2995140168049706144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/10/usu-students-at-their-finest.html' title='USU students at their finest'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RxayxBQeQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6pbPWw6TTBg/s72-c/usu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5178696140574231067</id><published>2007-10-15T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:10:14.162-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not easy being green (or is it?)</title><content type='html'>In honor of Blog Action Day,  which is dedicated to the earth, I thought I would leave you all some tidbits of information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If everyone in the US refused their ATM receipts, it would save a roll of paper more than two billion feet long, or enough to circle the equator fifteen times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If every American changed out just five regular light bulbs for more  energy-efficient compact fluorescent ones, we'd keep more than one trillion pounds of  greenhouse gases out of the air - equal to emission of eight million cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For  us ladyfolk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Opt for foundation in simple recyclable glass container over one sold in non recyclable plastic tube or bottle.   If one in twenty women chose glass over plastic packaging for her next foundation purchase, the energy conserved could fill a twenty-gallon gas tank once a week for twenty-four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this came from The Green Book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody says it quite like Xavier Rudd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3VoLcdKX54"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N3VoLcdKX54" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5178696140574231067?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5178696140574231067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5178696140574231067' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5178696140574231067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5178696140574231067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-not-easy-being-green-or-is-it.html' title='It&apos;s not easy being green (or is it?)'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5838507639950429929</id><published>2007-10-10T00:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:55:18.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Center of the Universe</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we, as my brothers would say "Didn't let school get in the way of our education."  We went down Cataract Canyon and lived to tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rwxx-yRBuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Lj7gH2OpKYQ/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rwxx-yRBuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Lj7gH2OpKYQ/s320/IMG_1240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119592199872428066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bre and Myself hanging out on the party barge and actually reading something I wanted to read, instead of lame textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RwxygSRBuEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BFfEsezOsQ0/s1600-h/IMG_1296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 311px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RwxygSRBuEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BFfEsezOsQ0/s320/IMG_1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119592775398045762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the Gloria award goes to........One afternoon we all hiked to "The Dollhouse".  Before hiking back down we sat down for a rest when I heard the soft clank of a ski pole.  To all of our surprise, Gandolf comes walking around the corner.  It seems that if you tell my dad he might not be able to do something, it only makes him want to do it more.  Hmmm, I don't know why us Murdock kids are so stubborn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RwxyRSRBuDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PZxO-nH0bSI/s1600-h/IMG_1250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RwxyRSRBuDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PZxO-nH0bSI/s320/IMG_1250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119592517700007986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel like this picture looks like a weird time warp, like we are climbing through the hole in time.  But don't get confused, it is just a big hole in the wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5838507639950429929?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5838507639950429929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5838507639950429929' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5838507639950429929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5838507639950429929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/10/center-of-universe.html' title='The Center of the Universe'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rwxx-yRBuCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Lj7gH2OpKYQ/s72-c/IMG_1240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6873140895873880019</id><published>2007-09-20T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T18:55:39.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Tommy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bdx2svBySuM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was running late and was booking it to my guitar class.  As I am going in the building who should come out, Tommy Emmanuel, the guitarist that I had tickets to see that night.  He said something to me about a fellow guitarist, to which I replied a smile and a half hearted laugh, because I didn't recognize him.  Anyways long story short, he is the mother flippin', I know Germain is not gonna be pleased, but it is true.  Just imagine him in a black velvet, yes velvet, top: That is what he wore last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6873140895873880019?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6873140895873880019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6873140895873880019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6873140895873880019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6873140895873880019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-tommy-boy.html' title='Oh Tommy Boy'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-569013126945718363</id><published>2007-09-14T17:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T12:48:16.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi casa es su casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rush2lVOKnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d2VgoHy28NU/s1600-h/DSC01149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rush2lVOKnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d2VgoHy28NU/s320/DSC01149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110215423799732850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The outside (our front yard if you will) is decorated with some simple but classy, cultural decor: the authentic Brazialian hammock (which is rarely empty) and Tibetan prayer flags.  We have, by far, the coolest apartment in Logan and possibly West of the Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RusiLlVOKoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yTE9lGqJUvw/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RusiLlVOKoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yTE9lGqJUvw/s320/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110215784576985730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the inside you will find Stan the studley bike on the wall, Owlbert, the owl in dangling from the ceiling, and Alfred and The Lionness adorning the wall.  Some people might think that naming inanimate objects makes you crazy: we beg to differ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-569013126945718363?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/569013126945718363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=569013126945718363' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/569013126945718363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/569013126945718363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-casa-es-su-casa.html' title='Mi casa es su casa'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rush2lVOKnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/d2VgoHy28NU/s72-c/DSC01149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6573792345862217054</id><published>2007-09-07T15:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T15:32:07.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Life</title><content type='html'>So I guess I am making up for the pictureless blog by having way too many on this one.  This is from our trip to Jackson Hole,  where apparently people think it is okay to have arches made of antlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuLmTU_IqEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MHUyzXRYjsQ/s1600-h/Bjorn+the+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuLmTU_IqEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MHUyzXRYjsQ/s320/Bjorn+the+Bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107898147116984386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bjorn the bear, he decided to join us on our hike for a second or two.  He looked all soft and cuddly until you saw the 4 inch claws coming out of his paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHLHU_Ip-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/suG4jBdhsAg/s1600-h/jackson+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHLHU_Ip-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/suG4jBdhsAg/s320/jackson+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107586779167893474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the sign coming into Yellowstone, don't worry we all giggled  (even the tough guys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHLwE_Ip_I/AAAAAAAAADY/iWCNhksH2N0/s1600-h/jackson+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHLwE_Ip_I/AAAAAAAAADY/iWCNhksH2N0/s320/jackson+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107587479247562738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out (I know I've used the joke before) in my trusty hammock that goes everywhere with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHKm0_Ip9I/AAAAAAAAADI/E0D0caFyhcU/s1600-h/jackson+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHKm0_Ip9I/AAAAAAAAADI/E0D0caFyhcU/s320/jackson+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107586220822144978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One morning two HUGE moose came trotting into the campground.   Although you can't see it, there was a trailer parked behind Bullwinkle with a 10 ft.  satellite dish , classy campers I'll tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHKJE_Ip7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4taunrvEBZk/s1600-h/IMG_1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuHKJE_Ip7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/4taunrvEBZk/s320/IMG_1935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107585709721036722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone waiting for Old Faithful to come through once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuRl40_IqFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3f_lFMxfcaM/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuRl40_IqFI/AAAAAAAAAEM/3f_lFMxfcaM/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108319904315517010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture as good as this one can not be hidden away.  Our bagels were so hard it was like eating cream cheese on a slab of wood (not quite concrete)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6573792345862217054?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6573792345862217054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6573792345862217054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6573792345862217054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6573792345862217054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/09/jackson-hole-where-it-is-okay-to-have.html' title='Wild Life'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RuLmTU_IqEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MHUyzXRYjsQ/s72-c/Bjorn+the+Bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4872809414853583516</id><published>2007-08-31T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:44:17.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down on Logan</title><content type='html'>Because of the lack of internet in our apartment I am using the computer lab and even the geek squad at the desk can't figure out why my pictures aren't working so this has no visual aid.  But here is the DL (Alina that means down low, as in the happenin's) about what is going on in Logan.  We have a very cute (thanks to the hours of decorating and hugeungous tigers that Ash gave us) little apartment right off campus.  It only takes 5 minutes, and an oxygen mask to hike the death hill.  That is right death hill, sometimes it is so steep I want to just my hands out and crawl up it.  I know what you're thinking, why not ride the awesome bike you spent all summer working on?  Well I did once and almost died (don't tell mom), so for now I'm sticking to the hiking death hill.  Classes are good, guitar I think will be the best.  Work is going great, we did presentations yesterday so I had to dress fancy and help explain the program to 1010 classes (I felt SO old!)  I share an office with a crazy lady/girl who I can not do justice on the blog.  Trust me you will want to hear those stories in person.  I went and walked around the "Day on the Quad" for the first time with out Toad and Trash, it was a growing experience but Logan is just not the same without them.  As for the best thing I have seen in Logan well it is a tie between the girls whose shorts are so short they make Jessica Simpson look like Molly Mormon, and the couple I saw jogging who were rubbing each others backs...as they ran.  I'll run a poll and you can decide.  Sorry this is so wordy (I'll keep working on pics)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4872809414853583516?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4872809414853583516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4872809414853583516' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4872809414853583516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4872809414853583516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/08/low-down-on-logan.html' title='The Low Down on Logan'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-8572605386492278397</id><published>2007-08-19T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T21:09:09.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last, At Last!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RsjhIs7IiFI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pjnj1hBBqys/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574117611472978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RsjhIs7IiFI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pjnj1hBBqys/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After deciding to buy it, waiting for it to come, Creed putting it together, having it not work, then work, then Ty broke it, then I fixed it, then still broken, IT FINALLY WORKS!!! This is my custom motorized bicycle that is going to putt me around from class to class. I am so going to be the coolest girl on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this video seems a lot like Napoleon but ... well I have no excuses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SYT6LdVQCv8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-8572605386492278397?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/8572605386492278397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=8572605386492278397' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8572605386492278397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/8572605386492278397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-last-at-last.html' title='At Last, At Last!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RsjhIs7IiFI/AAAAAAAAACo/Pjnj1hBBqys/s72-c/DSC01142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4434635025581885219</id><published>2007-08-19T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T17:57:29.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 X 4</title><content type='html'>At first I was determined to not participate in this nerdy blogger tradition (mainly to bug Alina), but since I haven't posted anything in a while I thought I would try it out.  Don't get used to me giving in though, this is a one time deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4x4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I've had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Part owner of "Cleaning Chicks", a house cleaning business that took Springville by storm.&lt;br /&gt;2) Office aid at Springville Jr. High.  (AKA: got paid to do my chem homework)&lt;br /&gt;3) After School Club Leader (not a club I made up, a real one)&lt;br /&gt;4) Maintenance Ma'm at Utah Lake State Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The North bedroom of my house in Springville Utah.&lt;br /&gt;2) The East bedroom of my house in Springville Utah.&lt;br /&gt;3) The freshman dorms in Logan Utah.&lt;br /&gt;4) Old Farm in Logan Utah.  (I am going have to be creative to fill all four places)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four favorite T.V. shows:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=HUMNWLinH0s"&gt;Grey's Anatomy (oooh Patrick)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GTFLHkjy1M"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=-McKgVVHz5A"&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=wFg0mdAsBW0"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=M0LjEH77e3A&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Unwrapped on the Food network (mom's cable has everything)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four favorite foods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) BBQ Chicken Pizza&lt;br /&gt;2) Costa Vida (me and Maren have a lot in common)&lt;br /&gt;3) Chicken Strips (I know I eat like a 5 year old)&lt;br /&gt;4) Anything mom makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four websites I frequent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) USU website (I constantly check my email).&lt;br /&gt;2) Google (To prove I am right).&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://www.wikipedia.org/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Wells Fargo to watch my money dwindle.&lt;br /&gt;4) You Tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I'd rather be right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) On a beach reading Pride and Prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;2) At Hogwarts: The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.&lt;br /&gt;3) A good concert.&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four Movies I love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=VnaCUPr3q6s&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naYYLaYXu_w"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naYYLaYXu_w"&gt;The Family Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=pvNYzlScr_A&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;Stranger Than Fiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=Zsk8qiNyC7c&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;A League of Their Own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that was intriguing for someone to read because it took quite a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4434635025581885219?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4434635025581885219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4434635025581885219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4434635025581885219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4434635025581885219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-x-4.html' title='4 X 4'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4617023973080138518</id><published>2007-07-29T21:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:52:40.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying my "freak flag"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rq1ftMXsuJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qSOeNr-_cIE/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rq1ftMXsuJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qSOeNr-_cIE/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092831983645276306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am, in fact, aware of what a NERD I am.   But the difference between myself and fellow nerds, is my willingness to embrace that fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4617023973080138518?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4617023973080138518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4617023973080138518' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4617023973080138518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4617023973080138518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/flying-my-freak-flag.html' title='Flying my &quot;freak flag&quot;'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rq1ftMXsuJI/AAAAAAAAACY/qSOeNr-_cIE/s72-c/DSC01125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-1934368827568639716</id><published>2007-07-19T21:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:41:54.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A deathly wish</title><content type='html'>This is just reminder that Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows comes out tomorrow night. So help me if ANYONE spoils this book for me... I WILL KILL THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVADA KEDAVRA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-1934368827568639716?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/1934368827568639716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=1934368827568639716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1934368827568639716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/1934368827568639716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/deathly-wish.html' title='A deathly wish'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-3380331285235080521</id><published>2007-07-18T21:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:11:11.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hanging Out"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rp7WPQpzg9I/AAAAAAAAACI/XKoMvCFgMxI/s1600-h/wild+flowers+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rp7WPQpzg9I/AAAAAAAAACI/XKoMvCFgMxI/s320/wild+flowers+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088740186631930834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rp7Vvwpzg8I/AAAAAAAAACA/SHlgvxnoVYk/s1600-h/hammocks+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rp7Vvwpzg8I/AAAAAAAAACA/SHlgvxnoVYk/s320/hammocks+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088739645466051522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our camping/kind of backpacking trip down Huntington Canyon.  I think there was literally an hour worth of time the Bre and Myself weren't "hanging" out in our hammocks.  It was pretty relaxing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-3380331285235080521?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/3380331285235080521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=3380331285235080521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3380331285235080521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/3380331285235080521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/hanging-out.html' title='&quot;Hanging Out&quot;'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rp7WPQpzg9I/AAAAAAAAACI/XKoMvCFgMxI/s72-c/wild+flowers+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6725463718517462227</id><published>2007-07-18T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T20:57:01.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back By Popular Demand</title><content type='html'>Well you see Alina, my lack of blogging really does come back to Global Warming.  Because of Global Warming the summer heat has obviously intensified, thus causing my energy to decrease and leaving me too tired to blog.  I know what your thinking "How could you possibly to tired to blog?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6725463718517462227?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6725463718517462227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6725463718517462227' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6725463718517462227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6725463718517462227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back By Popular Demand'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7219514870958012901</id><published>2007-07-01T16:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T16:34:31.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new excuse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rogr33OGygI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sRx0aUb9wGA/s1600-h/Scan021,+July+01,+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rogr33OGygI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sRx0aUb9wGA/s320/Scan021,+July+01,+2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082360418203519490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This comic was in the paper today, and I thought it was hilarious.  So the next time someone asks you why don't work harder (or any question really), we can all respond "Global Warming"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7219514870958012901?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7219514870958012901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7219514870958012901' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7219514870958012901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7219514870958012901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-excuse_01.html' title='A new excuse'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rogr33OGygI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sRx0aUb9wGA/s72-c/Scan021,+July+01,+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-851868009594252856</id><published>2007-06-24T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:23:56.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6ZVjB2qHI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pJf5CevsdI/s1600-h/Millcreek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079666025179818098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6ZVjB2qHI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pJf5CevsdI/s320/Millcreek.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took the boys back to Moab, we went on a night hike up Millcreek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-851868009594252856?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/851868009594252856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=851868009594252856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/851868009594252856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/851868009594252856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/moonlight-hike.html' title='Moonlight hike'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6ZVjB2qHI/AAAAAAAAABU/1pJf5CevsdI/s72-c/Millcreek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4795157649749256009</id><published>2007-06-24T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:10:47.007-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6W7DB2qGI/AAAAAAAAABM/5vZSvSc0trc/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079663370890029154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6W7DB2qGI/AAAAAAAAABM/5vZSvSc0trc/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;River and Ridge got to stay at Grandma Murdocks for the whole week. On the last night we all had a huge sleepover on the tramp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4795157649749256009?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4795157649749256009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4795157649749256009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4795157649749256009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4795157649749256009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/river-and-ridge-got-to-stay-at-grandma.html' title='Goodnight, sleep tight, don&apos;t let the bed bugs bite'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rn6W7DB2qGI/AAAAAAAAABM/5vZSvSc0trc/s72-c/DSC01078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-5434843350753022301</id><published>2007-06-22T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T01:08:49.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Those who plant trees be-leaf in the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rny0CTB2qEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nojVD_RaNwc/s1600-h/tree+collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079132431327864898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rny0CTB2qEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nojVD_RaNwc/s320/tree+collage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a couple of beau(tree)full trees I captured down Desolation canyon. Now come on admit it, tree hugger or not, the bottom tree is tempting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-5434843350753022301?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/5434843350753022301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=5434843350753022301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5434843350753022301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/5434843350753022301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/those-who-plant-trees-be-leaf-in-future.html' title='Those who plant trees be-leaf in the future'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rny0CTB2qEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nojVD_RaNwc/s72-c/tree+collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4026422315116335801</id><published>2007-06-21T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:49:22.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnodnDB2qDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HCVW2S3l4Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnodnDB2qDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HCVW2S3l4Eg/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078404086478841906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls rule, Boys...flipped their kayak! This was on our trip through Desolation/Gray Canyon. Me, Ashli and Bre rode through the big rapids and didn't flip, we barely even teetered ;) As you can tell we three girls rocked those waves like a southbound train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnodNDB2qCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s_Z33o_kXk0/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnodNDB2qCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s_Z33o_kXk0/s320/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078403639802243106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to ditch the boat on this one and just take the paddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4026422315116335801?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4026422315116335801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4026422315116335801' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4026422315116335801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4026422315116335801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/wahoo.html' title='Wahoo!'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnodnDB2qDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HCVW2S3l4Eg/s72-c/IMG_0174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-4041339095008668742</id><published>2007-06-20T00:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T00:36:05.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So here is "The Story"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjPfjB2qBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/92XQc21sG6M/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjPfjB2qBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/92XQc21sG6M/s320/DSC01063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078036720746145810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason I wanted to start this blog is to show off this picture.  Don't be confused, that is the one and only Brandi Carlile hanging out with myself and Bre.  She wanted to hang out with us after the show, but unfortunately we already had plans.  Maybe next time Brandi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-4041339095008668742?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/4041339095008668742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=4041339095008668742' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4041339095008668742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/4041339095008668742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-here-is-story.html' title='So here is &quot;The Story&quot;'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjPfjB2qBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/92XQc21sG6M/s72-c/DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6554308686063176183</id><published>2007-06-20T00:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:59:56.044-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Indigo what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjNujB2p_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HsNqdl7uMMA/s1600-h/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078034779420927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjNujB2p_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HsNqdl7uMMA/s320/DSC01069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, that's right! And at this concert there was a plethora: big, small, long hair, mostly short hair, bras, mostly no bras, cute, eerrr mostly not-so-cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjOFDB2qAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-w66sDJHnsQ/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078035165967984642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjOFDB2qAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-w66sDJHnsQ/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just in case you were wondering that would be Brandi Carlile rocking out with the Indigo Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079133101342763090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/Rny0pTB2qFI/AAAAAAAAABE/iUFK_wyab0I/s320/kellage.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The groupies: Creed, Jen, Myself, Sam, Miranda, Nate, Bre and Ty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6554308686063176183?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6554308686063176183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6554308686063176183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6554308686063176183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6554308686063176183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/indigo-what.html' title='Indigo what?'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjNujB2p_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/HsNqdl7uMMA/s72-c/DSC01069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-6332289357539921785</id><published>2007-06-20T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:42:27.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't "belize" it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjMEjB2p-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fFoH1f8cXf8/s1600-h/DSC01050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjMEjB2p-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fFoH1f8cXf8/s320/DSC01050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078032958354794466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't belize that Toady and Trashli left.  I thought that they were joking about this whole Peace Corps thing.  This picture at the airport really sums it up.  We are all really happy and just pretending to be sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-6332289357539921785?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/6332289357539921785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=6332289357539921785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6332289357539921785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/6332289357539921785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-belize-it.html' title='I don&apos;t &quot;belize&quot; it'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RnjMEjB2p-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fFoH1f8cXf8/s72-c/DSC01050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-7843128336745715547</id><published>2007-06-20T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T00:29:08.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging my blog off</title><content type='html'>Well since Toad and Trashli decided to up and leave the country, and this may well be their only form of communicado, they (and others...Alina) have inspired me to enter into the world of bloggers.  So here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-7843128336745715547?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/7843128336745715547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=7843128336745715547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7843128336745715547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/7843128336745715547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogging-my-blog-off.html' title='Blogging my blog off'/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977316968329492693.post-17840367302558135</id><published>2006-07-19T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:25:03.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RqBG2wpzg-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mbqUruOCOR8/s1600-h/mckell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089145485515785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RqBG2wpzg-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mbqUruOCOR8/s320/mckell.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977316968329492693-17840367302558135?l=mckell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/feeds/17840367302558135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977316968329492693&amp;postID=17840367302558135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/17840367302558135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977316968329492693/posts/default/17840367302558135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mckell.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>McKell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/SGbmVR8I5bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Kd2d4SmFOZI/S220/IMG_1396b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ISzogUzniWc/RqBG2wpzg-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/mbqUruOCOR8/s72-c/mckell.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
