<?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-6983212424359229495</id><updated>2011-09-09T05:03:07.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEELY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-6392058514429462721</id><published>2011-02-15T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T07:05:41.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Tour/Brother's birthday</title><content type='html'>Surprise!  I'm updating!!&lt;div&gt;Well this past Saturday was my little brothers birthday, and the Dew Tour.  So bright and early Tyler and I woke Ty up a little before 7 a.m. and took him out to Jeremiah's for breakfast.  I love this place.  After breakfast we headed back home, picked up the little sister and headed up to snow basin for the dew tour.  This was my first year going, it was really sweet!  Oh and the weather was amazing that day!  I didn't need a coat!  Which is a miracle because I'm always freezing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pictures of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_leB6hTvJow/TVqUjNTX0NI/AAAAAAAAASA/fiHu0eSK9oU/s320/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B003.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930821411655890" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday boy!! HA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J0QgBKTO8kg/TVqUkH37YoI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tA0C7qKIbcE/s320/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B004.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930837134238338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiVZ3hyvXxc/TVqUjV66nII/AAAAAAAAASI/ESfGwldLmI4/s320/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B006.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930823724997762" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pdf7LpiRYZg/TVqUiygkBPI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CPOxhA-lqAg/s320/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B002.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930814219224306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWEET!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H92xIovrKCs/TVqUkeQkLZI/AAAAAAAAASY/5rKQ2OY2Rk4/s320/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B008.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573930843143155090" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Crew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-6392058514429462721?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/6392058514429462721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=6392058514429462721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6392058514429462721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6392058514429462721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2011/02/dew-tourbrothers-birthday.html' title='Dew Tour/Brother&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_leB6hTvJow/TVqUjNTX0NI/AAAAAAAAASA/fiHu0eSK9oU/s72-c/dew%2Btour%2B2011%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-8599014736920520841</id><published>2010-12-11T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T12:45:57.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UGLY SWEATER PARTY</title><content type='html'>New tradition....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugly sweater party.  Enough said right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well me and some friends got together for our first ugly sweater party (hopefully not the last).  It was really fun and the sweaters were hideous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is some pictures of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;               &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TQPhL4iXSMI/AAAAAAAAARY/e2SYndx_Gcw/s320/ug%2Bsweater%2B2.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549526760121911490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TQPhMfsaVfI/AAAAAAAAARg/g6kdG07ts4Y/s320/ug%2Bsweater%2B3.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549526770633037298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The singles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TQPhM_3x6cI/AAAAAAAAARo/AehwEoHOlvg/s320/ugly%2Bsweater%2B1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549526779270654402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The winners!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Brayden and I both won ugliest sweaters.  Brayden's was a woman's sweater if you can't tell. (YUCK).  My just looks like trash.  Anyways, we also had a white elephant gift exchange.  I got an enema.  The gifts range from pregnancy tests to used candles to ninja launchers.  All in all, very fun night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-8599014736920520841?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/8599014736920520841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=8599014736920520841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8599014736920520841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8599014736920520841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/12/ugly-sweater-party.html' title='UGLY SWEATER PARTY'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TQPhL4iXSMI/AAAAAAAAARY/e2SYndx_Gcw/s72-c/ug%2Bsweater%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-153537233164525215</id><published>2010-10-25T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:00:26.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Down Under</title><content type='html'>I'm back!!&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you Australia was amazing!  We started out in Sydney, then went up to Katoomba where the blue mountains are.  After that we took a plane and flew up to Cairns got the rental car and headed north to Cape Tribulation (love this place).  After Cape Trib we went and spent the last few days in Cairns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm making a book about my trip, instead of going and printing all the pictures, and it's got all the good stories so I don't forget them.  So I really don't want to type everything twice, so you will get the very short and sweet version.  If you want to know more you can wait until I'm done with my book or just approach me in person and ask.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sydney- I think one word will do it justice "City", but I'll explain.  I'm am not a huge city person.  We arrived there and within the first 2 hours I think I saw everything worth seeing there.  Yup.  But we had to spend the entire day there.  So guess what we walked around a lot, and almost died a good few hundred times from the traffic.  Never ever drive in Sydney.  If any of you think that I am bad at tail gating or cutting people off, Sydney drivers make me look like an angel.  We left Sydney after one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TMegXvYy49I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Gjc9QKgdAik/s320/020.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532566996965843922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katoomba- I adored this place.  Home of the Blue Mountains.  But the weather was a rather large shock.  SNOW!  It's supposed to be spring over there.  The temperature was below 0 degrees Celsius at night.  Anyway I had a blast hiking through the blue mountains.  They have this stair case called The Giant Stairway.   It's 861 steps, extremely steep.  We thought we'd be cool and climb up them.  Rough stuff yet exhilarating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TMeg_okPYTI/AAAAAAAAARA/fo7qMZwiPZw/s320/133.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532567682329567538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cape Tribulation-  Beautiful place, it's like walking into Jurassic park.  Seriously I thought a dinosaur was going to jump out any moment.  No dinosaurs, but I did have to worry about Cassowaries.  They are these birds like Emu's with blue heads.  Any way they can kill you with one kick of there wickedly sharp feet!  Let's just say I was a little scared of them.  We found out though that they were extremely endangered and there is only about 1200 in all of Australia, only about 65 live in Cape Trib.  All the locals were like "No worries, you'll never see one in the wild."  My fear subsided a bit after they said that.  Any out for a walk one day and I was complaining rather loudly about some nasty, boogie textured fruit that was making me angry because I couldn't eat it right because I would just mash the nasty thing.  This lady comes around the corner signal for us to shut up.  I was like please what is there a possum.  Well guess what my nemesis was right around the corner.  Never see one in the wild.....  I'm thankful for that strange woman.  She saved my life.  I would have died that day, and the last thing I would have eaten was a nasty star apple that tasted like a booger.  Anyway Cape Trib was exhilarating we went ocean kayaking through some good 4 to 5 foot waves and then a huge 7 foot one flipped me.  Then we went snorkeling, I tried to climb a coconut tree (not easy).  Any way I loved this place.  (Tiny little town, not the city, which is probably why I loved it so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TMehozyg05I/AAAAAAAAARI/hlJPr5BaKoo/s320/131.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 89px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532568389716857746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cairns- This is a big city.  Lame.  But they did have some amazing stuff.  Amber and I went to a night zoo.  I got to pet me some kangaroos and koalas and feed them!!!  AMAZING!  And they fed us some delicious food.  While there we also went to a croc farm.  Pretty neat, they raise croc like we raise cows. haha For food and leather.  Any way they also had a zoo attached to it to.   Loads of crocodiles, crazy Steve Irwin like men running around with the crocodiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TMeiskyeoVI/AAAAAAAAARQ/veMNGQeGmQs/s320/419.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532569553921286482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plane ride was horrible it took us 29 hours to get home.  I didn't feel so hot on the plane.  Something I ate didn't agree with my stomach.  Must have ate way to much at the night zoo.  Hey it was all you can eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so this was not nearly as short as I thought it was going to be, but there are loads more stories, but I'm done here.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.  I apologize to all who read this (mostly Amber, who always points these out),  I did not proof read this so I'm assuming there will be multiple typos, or incorrect grammar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-153537233164525215?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/153537233164525215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=153537233164525215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/153537233164525215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/153537233164525215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-from-down-under.html' title='Back from Down Under'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TMegXvYy49I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/Gjc9QKgdAik/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-4607860474625684235</id><published>2010-08-03T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T16:35:26.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Race Am I?</title><content type='html'>Well apparently this question has been up for debate among my patients. Here's how it started. Of course same old routine, I get a new patient. I go to there house. Well the first one that didn't believe I was caucasian asked if I was native american. I told him no I was not. He said he didn't believe me. Never could convince him. About a month later one of my patients asks if I'm greek. What?! I don't get what these people see. Well any way the one that really blew my mind happened today. I go over start doing the exercises with my patient, and she asks, Are you half black? I just laughed and said no. She says "Well dang I thought you could have been a black sista". haha (Must be the butt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... Australia is now it approximate 2 months away. I'm stoked but I don't quite think it's enough adventure sooo......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TFidOGxCh0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xCFUgccjWGk/s1600/peru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501319810493089602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TFidOGxCh0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xCFUgccjWGk/s320/peru.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly a month later .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law is doing a tour down there. It's from November 12-21. It's going to be awesome! I need a travel buddy. Any one want to come? Seriously, if you want to let me know. I can give you more info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-4607860474625684235?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/4607860474625684235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=4607860474625684235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4607860474625684235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4607860474625684235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-race-am-i.html' title='What Race Am I?'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/TFidOGxCh0I/AAAAAAAAAPw/xCFUgccjWGk/s72-c/peru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-6683636544346126071</id><published>2010-06-17T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:19:45.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Man Gets Frisky</title><content type='html'>Yet again I'm going to tell you a story about my work.  I've been going over for a few months to work with this lady who had a stroke.  Well everytime I go over there the husband opens the door, lets me in then goes sits in his chair and watches the weather channel or goes in a different room.  Let's just say this time was a little different.  Well this couple lives in the basement of there home because neither one can walk up the stairs.  So I just walk through the garage to get to the back of the house to get in.  So I get to the house, start to walk to the back of the house and the husband (whom I will now just refer to as "old man") creeps up from behind the corner and scared the crap out of me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Scared ya didn't I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You sure did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Well, you here to give Agnes her exercises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk inside.  I can't see Agnes.  (When she's not in that main room she's normally asleep in her room).  At this time the old man is just staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Well your not the same girl are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm the same girl who always comes over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man: Well I'll keep you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man proceeds to wrap his arm around my waist and pulls me in close to him.  Well that was random!!  I'm officially confused and lost at this point.  I start to ask for Agnes again and start to try and walk away, but the man won't let go and follows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright well are you going to go get Agnes? (He always goes and wakes her up for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: Well you can exercises with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm going to go get Agnes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old man:  I can go get her for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point his hand now slides down and has landed on my butt.  Now he looks up and smirks at me. Then turns to start heading towards the room where his wife is.  As he leaves his hand slides across the rest of my butt.  What is this and me attracting old people!  Oh my nasty.  Anyway Agnes comes in just smiling like she always does.  He husband is right behind her staring at me with a little smirt on his face.  Nasty old man.  I was just in shock the entire time I didn't know what to do.  The only thought that came into my head as he was doing it was, 'don't throw an elbow at him he's 90 years old and will probably die if you do'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say it's officially weird when I go over there now because he's got that stinkin smirk on his face whenever he looks at me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-6683636544346126071?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/6683636544346126071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=6683636544346126071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6683636544346126071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6683636544346126071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/06/old-man-gets-frisky.html' title='An Old Man Gets Frisky'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-3430819169592863109</id><published>2010-04-15T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:16:11.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>So I went for a run today... Usually they are pretty uneventful. Well today was just odd. It started out with me getting chased down by a dog. Ok it was a little dog but they can still inflict pain! Well later on I turned into the park and look over and there is ths nasty little muskrat. I look up and there is on old man sitting on a bench and he is filming the muskrat.  Who films muskrats?! I guess he is intrigued with muscrats, personally I don't get it. I continue running to discover a little girl following me on her bike. She keeps on following me. She finally stops in front of me and says "You wanna race?" Well why not. I told her I would. I won. haha Not much to brag about the girl was probably 5. She then called time out and made me stop. She asked why I was running. I told her because I liked to. She said I was weird. She then rode off. Well I guess I'm weird, but atleast I haven't resorted to filming muskrats!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-3430819169592863109?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/3430819169592863109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=3430819169592863109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3430819169592863109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3430819169592863109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-368846576777588387</id><published>2010-04-14T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T20:18:14.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lookin' like a fool with your pants on the ground!</title><content type='html'>Well I hope you don't mind, but yet again I'm telling you a story involving a patient.  I hope you don't get sick of these because I sure don't!  Old people are hilarious.  Well most of them....  Anyways my day began by going to the dentist.  I unfortunately had to get some cavities filled.  (Exciting so far right).  My dentist gave me 6 shots. I was fine with that, I didn't want to fill anything.  Well I was hating those 6 shots after I was done.  I got out of the dentist at 10:10.  I scheduled to see my first patient at 10:30.  Perfect.  Except half my lip is excessively huge and I can't feel it.  My chin up to the bottom of my eye was numb.  I look liked I was having a stroke.  Well I saw my first patient and he just laughed at me the entire time.  My speech was slightlly slurred to due to the lack of control of my tongue and lips.  Well, now here comes my favorite part of my day.  I was at my second patients house and we were walking the laps around her house.  All the sudden I hear an Oops!  First thought, patient is falling.  Gotta catch them.  Then she starts laughing hysterically.  I look down and her pants had fallen off.  Oh man, I don't think I had ever laughed so hard.  We made a real team.  This old lady standing with her pants down to her ankles just in her lovely depends, and me looking like i'm having a stroke, because only half of my face thought this was funny, the other side in a constant droop and frown.  I love my job, who else gets asked out by old men, old women aiming the snow from the snow blower to hit me, walking with an old person and there pants fall down, being told I look like elvis... I don't have to many dull days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-368846576777588387?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/368846576777588387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=368846576777588387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/368846576777588387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/368846576777588387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/04/lookin-like-fool-with-your-pants-on.html' title='Lookin&apos; like a fool with your pants on the ground!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-2804040193813999713</id><published>2010-04-06T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:48:46.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Women + snowblowers = BAD!</title><content type='html'>Well I'm not going to say this was my favorite day of my life. I wake up and head out to my car and I've got to brush off a foot of snow. It's April! What is this?! Anyways, I head of to my first patient and I have to park a ways up the road because it's a really narrow street, and no room for my car unless I want it to get hit. Anyways... I see my patient and start heading back to my car. On my way there is this old lady clearing her driveway with her snowblower. Well she has it aimed right in the direction I'm walking. So I as I switch directions to avoid the flying chunks of snow. I look at her and she has this menacing look in her eye. Well old people occasionally look like that so I continue on my way. All the sudden I'm getting smack by flying snow! The woman changed the aim of her snow to make it hit me!! I look back at her and she's still got that look on her face. What did I do? I've got no idea. Well to finish of the rest of my day, at another house my patients dog almost got a little frisky with my leg when I was sitting there. Oh boy! Anyways I continue to go see my patients and the random snow storms througout the day are making me rather angry. Well I made it to my last patient with no further incident. Until I walked out of there home. I guess I didn't notice a stair and I decided to take a nice dive to the sidewalk. Lovely. Well now I'm off to the Jazz game, I sure hope they win. I need something to make this day better. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-2804040193813999713?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/2804040193813999713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=2804040193813999713' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/2804040193813999713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/2804040193813999713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-women-snowblowers-bad.html' title='Old Women + snowblowers = BAD!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-5941372639407473444</id><published>2010-03-13T09:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:28:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of Oz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQu0Ej7BI/AAAAAAAAANo/rifklz1gCKc/s1600-h/ausmap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448177676905081874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQu0Ej7BI/AAAAAAAAANo/rifklz1gCKc/s200/ausmap.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well friends, it is official I'm going to Australia!&lt;br /&gt;The plane tickets were purchased as of yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvAyrWNI/AAAAAAAAANw/MV59zidN95Y/s1600-h/airplane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448177680319731922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvAyrWNI/AAAAAAAAANw/MV59zidN95Y/s200/airplane.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry my plane will be a little more sturdy than this little guys. I'm just using him as an example to express my excitment for this trip. And that fact that this is how I feel about airplanes and their serious lack of leg room. I'm going with my sister Amber. The kind soul and her husband let me use their air miles so I only had to pay 200 for a plane ticket that should have cost somewhere around a good 1600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQwXFAsFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oDmy8yNVO-0/s1600-h/ausoperahouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448177703482077266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQwXFAsFI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oDmy8yNVO-0/s200/ausoperahouse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup this is where we're flying into. SYDNEY! After that I'm going to see me some little creepers like these guys! Don't you just want to hug them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvZCQdcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zejcITJBHWw/s1600-h/auscroc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448177686827529666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvZCQdcI/AAAAAAAAAN4/zejcITJBHWw/s200/auscroc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvzHs8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/y9XvqZA7was/s1600-h/ausbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448177693829689602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQvzHs8QI/AAAAAAAAAOA/y9XvqZA7was/s200/ausbird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with seeing some sweet animals, we're going to be doing some of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vTD9h7n0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rm-hTHqQB5k/s1600-h/jungle_surfing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448180239244697410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vTD9h7n0I/AAAAAAAAAOY/rm-hTHqQB5k/s320/jungle_surfing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And snorkeling! Wahoo! That's just a few of the things we plan on doing! I just can't explain how stoked I am!&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/6983212424359229495-5941372639407473444?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/5941372639407473444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=5941372639407473444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5941372639407473444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5941372639407473444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/03/i.html' title='Land of Oz!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S5vQu0Ej7BI/AAAAAAAAANo/rifklz1gCKc/s72-c/ausmap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-6986912089879228810</id><published>2010-02-21T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:31:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Joel and Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbiD04R4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qjRjG66999M/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941571773581186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbiD04R4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qjRjG66999M/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 19&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; was the day! We got the tickets in June of last year, so me and 5 friends have been waiting quite some time to watch some old men sing. The concert was originally supposed to be November 20t&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;. But guess what they both got sick. But they rescheduled! The concert was a blast! Here's a funny story though. So I've got an annoying laugh. End of story. No I'm kidding. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I laughed two people who were sitting in front of us would look back and glare at me! Well I had laughed a lot. Apparently they couldn't take it anymore, they glared at me one last time and left!! Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; when they left I didn't have to worry about kicking them because of the serious lack of leg room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's something funny one of my friends came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets to the show: 70 bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dinner at Crown Burger: 9 bucks&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the tank of gas for the drive: 35 bucks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A night screaming my head off watching a gay man sing: Priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And priceless it was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbisTbVgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EwFKOQ5hPyU/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941582639126018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbisTbVgI/AAAAAAAAAMg/EwFKOQ5hPyU/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4Ibj_jJxGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iOsJIfAFgco/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941604985226338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4Ibj_jJxGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iOsJIfAFgco/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbjtEPeXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pvt_G10EnSM/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941600023738738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbjtEPeXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pvt_G10EnSM/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbjKGFIfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1tKqNF8puIg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440941590636208626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbjKGFIfI/AAAAAAAAAMo/1tKqNF8puIg/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-6986912089879228810?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/6986912089879228810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=6986912089879228810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6986912089879228810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6986912089879228810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/02/billy-joel-and-elton-john.html' title='Billy Joel and Elton John'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S4IbiD04R4I/AAAAAAAAAMY/qjRjG66999M/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-6288230892904055988</id><published>2010-02-07T18:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:51:07.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my WRONG!</title><content type='html'>I officially had the most awkward situation during work on friday.  Here's how it goes:  I was just finishing up at one of my patients house, told her I would give her a call on Sunday to see when I would come see her on Monday.  She's got a 57ish year old son, that lives at her home to take care of her if she needs it.  Alright let me explain this guy.  Well he's old for starters, also his teeth are decaying and just nasty brown and look like they're going to rot out of his mouth.  He always smells like tobacco and carries a thing of chew with him all the time.  He also wears these nasty little short shorts.  I don't know exactly where he came from the rest of the family are really nice and clean.  Ok so here's how the conversation goes after I told them I'd call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Alright I'll see you guys on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man: Well I'll walk you outside I've got to check the mail anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We start to walk outside.  I'm a ways ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man: So what do you young people do for fun these day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't know, anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man:  Do you guys ever go out to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, foods good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man: Well good,  because I'd like to take you out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I'm already at my car and he's caught up to me, cornering me into my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Umm... No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man:  I know there is a big age difference but I'd really like to ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No it's alright I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man: I know you're fine, that's why I'm asking you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasty Man: Well if you change your mind you know where I'm at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I throw my car into reverse and speed out of there.  Once I was done screaming in my car.  I gave my good ol' boss a call, and let him know what happened.  No way I'm going back over there!  It made me mad, I really like to go see his mom, and he goes and ruins it the sicko!&lt;br /&gt;What is he thinking!  And he was thinking it was the age difference that was holding me back.  hahaha the man needs to learn a thing or two.  Holy Wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-6288230892904055988?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/6288230892904055988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=6288230892904055988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6288230892904055988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/6288230892904055988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-my-wrong.html' title='Oh my WRONG!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-5658708671943093523</id><published>2010-01-21T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:55:09.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like who??</title><content type='html'>Alright so I started seeing this patient for the first time this week. When I first went over there, she say "Do I know you?" Nope, pretty sure I've never met this woman before in my life. Every time I go over there she like, I have to know you, or you look a lot like someone I know. Well today I go over to see her and in the middle of the exercises she yells out "I figured it out! I don't know you, You look like a young Elvis!" I laughed my head off. She's convinced I look like him. Here take a look. Decide for yourselves my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S1j010ib0NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_jjvfnLLPqg/s1600-h/ElvisPresley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 142px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429358556268450002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S1j010ib0NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_jjvfnLLPqg/s200/ElvisPresley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S1j01teBDmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IjHawjKiQuA/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429358554370870882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S1j01teBDmI/AAAAAAAAAMI/IjHawjKiQuA/s200/DSC00694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I don't think so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and p.s I got a library card. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-5658708671943093523?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/5658708671943093523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=5658708671943093523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5658708671943093523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5658708671943093523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-look-like-who.html' title='I look like who??'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/S1j010ib0NI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/_jjvfnLLPqg/s72-c/ElvisPresley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-500819218366012309</id><published>2009-12-13T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:15:27.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding</title><content type='html'>I love sledding! It's a blast! Went over the weekend. We also played some snow football! Great fun! Here's some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrKSnb7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/H_ROCqUlWbM/s1600-h/sledding+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414922320267177682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrKSnb7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/H_ROCqUlWbM/s200/sledding+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelsi and Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqMWzcdmI/AAAAAAAAALY/LTgIRW-gZxw/s1600-h/sledding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414921256239396450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqMWzcdmI/AAAAAAAAALY/LTgIRW-gZxw/s200/sledding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a sweet jump!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrKCq7W9I/AAAAAAAAALo/Hbos2JwZ4Jo/s1600-h/sledding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414922315986852818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrKCq7W9I/AAAAAAAAALo/Hbos2JwZ4Jo/s200/sledding+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqLkblLrI/AAAAAAAAALA/6PgasXK8J6M/s1600-h/sledding+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414921242717531826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqLkblLrI/AAAAAAAAALA/6PgasXK8J6M/s200/sledding+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrJyxg6WI/AAAAAAAAALg/DYPYOasO_Tk/s1600-h/sledding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414922311719512418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrJyxg6WI/AAAAAAAAALg/DYPYOasO_Tk/s200/sledding+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in this pictue, you can only see my leg. I got squished something fierce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqLZ2pVQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cACU6VNWQp0/s1600-h/sledding+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414921239878259970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWqLZ2pVQI/AAAAAAAAAK4/cACU6VNWQp0/s200/sledding+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news no broken bones or trips to the hospital. Only injury was when I fell down the hill and kicked Todd in the face! Accident! Sorry no picture of football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-500819218366012309?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/500819218366012309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=500819218366012309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/500819218366012309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/500819218366012309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/12/sledding.html' title='Sledding'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SyWrKSnb7tI/AAAAAAAAALw/H_ROCqUlWbM/s72-c/sledding+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-8229755918443220753</id><published>2009-12-11T16:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:16:53.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWSFLASH</title><content type='html'>I HATE BEING COLD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-8229755918443220753?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/8229755918443220753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=8229755918443220753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8229755918443220753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8229755918443220753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/12/newsflash.html' title='NEWSFLASH'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-979115375831493466</id><published>2009-12-10T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:47:33.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROZEN</title><content type='html'>Yes, yesterday was a sad day. So if you read the last post you will know that I have a very smelly patient! Yuck! Well anyways, yesterday I go to visit. Smells just like always. Disgusting. When I get out of there I run and grab my febreze. There it is patiently waiting for me. I go to spray and nothing comes out! It can't be gone already.... Then I look and it's FROZEN! What's with this weather and making me suffer by freezing my febreze and making me smell myself the rest of the day until I can get home and shower! I had to freeze myself and drive with the windows down in my car to get some fresh air. It was horrible. Well for some good news. I bought me a laptop and it came today! Hooray. And I never got stuck in the snow, while out seeing my patients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-979115375831493466?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/979115375831493466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=979115375831493466' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/979115375831493466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/979115375831493466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/12/frozen.html' title='FROZEN'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-4726015963212017895</id><published>2009-11-13T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:32:35.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVELY!</title><content type='html'>Alright so I got a new patient this week, well I've seen him before but lucky me I've got him again.  It's sad when I walk to the door, of his house, and I can smell the cigarette smoke seeping out through the door.  I honestly can't stand that smell.  It makes me sick and want to puke.  Well this house, you walk in and the air is not clear.  It's got a nice smokey look to it.  Wonderful.  I can't breathe.  As I make my way to the back of the house it gets thicker.  Finally, I make it to his room, where the cloud of smoke is the thickest.  GRAND.  I'm weezing by this point.  I find the man sitting on the edge of his bed naked, with just a bathrobe covering his shoulders.  Why even were the thing!  But don't worry I can't see anything anyway.  The man is about 400lbs, adn the fat covers everything.  So I get to tell a naked, 400 lb man to exercise.  Life can't get much better.  Turns out the man can't even kick his leg out.  Well I did what I could and left.  My poor clothes.  I should burn them.  They smelled so bad.  Lucky for me, I had recently stocked up on febreze.  I think his neighbor thought I was nuts as I soaked my clothes and hair in febreze.  YUM.  I now smell like laundry.  Guess what, I have to see this man 3 times a week for a month.  Oh and here's a bonus.  The man's on oxygen!  He is going to blow himself up.  Please say I'm not in the room at that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-4726015963212017895?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/4726015963212017895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=4726015963212017895' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4726015963212017895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4726015963212017895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovely.html' title='LOVELY!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-8990702383086211402</id><published>2009-11-08T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:58:18.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What</title><content type='html'>I'm relief society president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that does no justice to how I feel!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-8990702383086211402?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/8990702383086211402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=8990702383086211402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8990702383086211402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8990702383086211402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/11/guess-what.html' title='Guess What'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-1456964794893543801</id><published>2009-10-26T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T18:16:55.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I love Halloween! I get to dress up!So I thought I'd let my true self out this year and be a nerd! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SuZJbZg_HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RzoZH1cRsEk/s1600-h/halloween+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397081938504654098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SuZJbZg_HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RzoZH1cRsEk/s200/halloween+2009+050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a little bored and took some pictures!  haha so here's my costume for this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SuZJb9PVlBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mgQEsRdUqq4/s1600-h/halloween+2009+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397081948094305298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SuZJb9PVlBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/mgQEsRdUqq4/s200/halloween+2009+049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-1456964794893543801?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/1456964794893543801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=1456964794893543801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/1456964794893543801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/1456964794893543801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SuZJbZg_HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/RzoZH1cRsEk/s72-c/halloween+2009+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-1403556354989386662</id><published>2009-10-15T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T17:28:12.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never wanted time to move by faster!</title><content type='html'>Well one day you're sitting there wondering were all your time has gone! HOLY CRAP! It's almost Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then Christmas and the New Year is just around the corner! What is this. That's what I was thinking today. But then things changed, I've never wanted time to go by so quickly! My sister Amber and I are going to be going on a trip around July next year! I'M STOKED! We just need to find out where to go.  Any suggestions folks?? Ireland, Scotland, England, Guatamala, and Switzerland are all out because one of us has already been there. So anything else works!! Wahoo!!! I can't wait for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-1403556354989386662?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/1403556354989386662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=1403556354989386662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/1403556354989386662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/1403556354989386662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-wanted-time-to-move-by-faster.html' title='Never wanted time to move by faster!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-7469666567059232674</id><published>2009-08-17T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T23:14:11.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIEWER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED</title><content type='html'>Alright folks I'm updating!! Amazing! But, I must warn you if you are easy to become sick you probably can pass over this update.  If not here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here's the story behind the pictures that you will see. I'm on a coed softball team in roy, and I was having a horrible game. I struck out in slow pitch softball. Who does that! Well anyway I had to make up for it. Well after I struck out, I was the third out, I ran out to my spot in center left. There was a beautiful hit coming my way, then I realize I'm to far forward. Crap! So I start running back, turned to catch the ball, I still didn't think I'd catch it. I had to jump up and get it! I caught the thing! WAHOO!! Well after we get the other two outs we go up to bat again. My turn comes up. I hit it! Yes, redemption from the strike out. I made it to first base and brought 3 people into home. Well who ever hit after me hit a good one too. I ran to second then realized they messed up and so I started to run to third. I was like what the heck I can make it to home. Turns out it the ball was a lot closer than I thought. Next thing I know the catcher has the ball. I had to slide. Amazingly I made it without her tagging me. WAHOO I was safe! Then I look down and discover this nasty wound on my leg! Well I'm a huge nerd and decided to take progressive pictures of my wound healing! These are the lovely pictures that you readers are about to witness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Day of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCfTMBX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RG_zSKqXGac/s1600-h/wound+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178611086811010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCfTMBX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RG_zSKqXGac/s200/wound+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCf4Jc51I/AAAAAAAAAJI/gCEURTI5-dI/s1600-h/wound+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178621008144210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCf4Jc51I/AAAAAAAAAJI/gCEURTI5-dI/s200/wound+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: And the infection set in! YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCgLMzV7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sl_9UPg5iDo/s1600-h/wound+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178626122471346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCgLMzV7I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Sl_9UPg5iDo/s200/wound+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I had to scrub this out! It was like taking a cheese grater to my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCgkbCCdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qv7FTEY_CtY/s1600-h/wound+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178632893041106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCgkbCCdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Qv7FTEY_CtY/s200/wound+4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the clean up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCg9Rqv8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zx7VAoByWbk/s1600-h/wound+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178639564652482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCg9Rqv8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/zx7VAoByWbk/s200/wound+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCwbaVHMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kdgWawNaak4/s1600-h/wound+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178905352084674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCwbaVHMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kdgWawNaak4/s200/wound+6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: I'm not going to lie this one makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCwicagII/AAAAAAAAAJw/8CEvlcVYaRA/s1600-h/wound+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178907239874690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCwicagII/AAAAAAAAAJw/8CEvlcVYaRA/s200/wound+7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCxeXQsXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/60WMVaJZ6zI/s1600-h/wound+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371178923324387698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCxeXQsXI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/60WMVaJZ6zI/s200/wound+8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: Day 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopDApe-PgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/auWMGmUbY4o/s1600-h/wound+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371179184007560706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopDApe-PgI/AAAAAAAAAKA/auWMGmUbY4o/s200/wound+9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that I've made all of you sick, I promise next time I post it will be something pleasant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-7469666567059232674?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/7469666567059232674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=7469666567059232674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/7469666567059232674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/7469666567059232674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/08/viewers-discretion-is-advised.html' title='VIEWER&apos;S DISCRETION IS ADVISED'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SopCfTMBX4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/RG_zSKqXGac/s72-c/wound+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-727378277378765500</id><published>2009-06-20T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:56:10.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to America</title><content type='html'>Well sorry this is late, but hey atleast I'm finally posting something! I've been back from Europe for almost a month now! It was a blast! I must say that Ireland was my favorite. My favorite place there was Dingle. The people were insanely nice there. Hmm... thought about posting some stories, but that would officially be on ridiculously long post and I've voted against doing it. So here's some pics. Which you'll have to wait for because my computer is LAME! If you want to hear any stories you'll have to hunt me down to hear any!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-727378277378765500?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/727378277378765500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=727378277378765500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/727378277378765500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/727378277378765500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-america.html' title='Back to America'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-4484682813338476435</id><published>2009-05-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T18:19:38.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo, Europe!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well I'm finally going to announce it to everyone! I'm going to EUROPE!! Yup! I'm leaving on May 14th at 11:55 pm and I'll be coming home on the 30th. We're flying over and have a stop in New York, were going to spend a day there because our next flight is another late one. Well after New York I'm flying into Dublin, Ireland! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjOLI0DORI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfBWoRFFfy8/s1600-h/ireland+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334740449360034066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjOLI0DORI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfBWoRFFfy8/s200/ireland+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're going to be spending almost the first week in Ireland, then the next 4 days in Scotland, then heading down south to England for the remaining days!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjNmrhoGKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HdmukQJ6hDY/s1600-h/scotland+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334739823022839970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjNmrhoGKI/AAAAAAAAAIo/HdmukQJ6hDY/s200/scotland+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I do have to say I am worried about one thing. The plane. This will be my first plane ride. I'm not necessarily scared about the flying over there, it's the though of having no leg room during that ridiculously long flight. I tend to get claustrophic or really antsy when I have no leg room. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. I mean I'm not exactly the shortest person in the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjNWhHgvwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zUHS86O1Vpc/s1600-h/scotland+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;world I swear to you anything like bleachers or and seated area they base the leg room length off of a person probably about 5'4'' that has really short legs and a long torso. Well I just hope I can sleep through that plane ride because I'm going to have a blast in Europe!! The rest of you have fun here in Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjN2pFgJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/G-0Y_PGD91s/s1600-h/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334740097245915090" style="WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjN2pFgJ9I/AAAAAAAAAIw/G-0Y_PGD91s/s200/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-4484682813338476435?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/4484682813338476435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=4484682813338476435' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4484682813338476435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4484682813338476435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/05/wahoo-europe.html' title='Wahoo, Europe!!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SgjOLI0DORI/AAAAAAAAAI4/rfBWoRFFfy8/s72-c/ireland+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-8584520775444557385</id><published>2009-04-10T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:13:15.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetfulness is Costly</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you what, forgeting things is never good. So here's the story. My car in an oil hog and a half. Seriously I need to add oil in that thing all the time. Well I usually don't remember until the oil light comes on (or as my dad would say, the "stupid light"). Well this time I was good and remembered to check the oil before that little red light came on, of course it was low. So I had to go and buy me some oil and fill it up yet again. Well here comes the costly forgetfulness. I forgot to put the oil cap back on. So I go driving around to see my patients, and as I'm driving home my car starts to smell (no, not like the smoke and cats it normally smells like). Then it starts to pore a little smoke out of the engine. Yipee! So I run inside and tell my dad the good news. He goes and checks on it and that's when I found out I didn't replace the cap. The oil was all over my engine and burning, which was causing the smell. So we went and bought a new cap, because who knows were it went. My dad went to go clean all the oil off, and who would have guess it we found my old oil cap wedged in the engine somewhere. Well that's not the expensive part. So the next day I'm went out to go see my patients for the day, and my check engine light comes on, and my car starts shaking like it's have a seizure! And I was stuck at stupid 12th street, and Wall. You've got to love that construction. I called my dad and we decided it was best just for me to drive it to shop to see what's up. Well I was stuck at that light for a good 3 lights, the whole time getting whiplash from the shaking of my car (yes, that is a huge exaggeration). Finally make it to the shop and my dad comes picks me up. I had to cancel all my patients for the day. Well later on we get the call saying my cars fixed, turns out some of the oil that spilled out when I didn't put the cap back on got into the engine coils and ruined one and was working its way into ruining a second one. Well $273.48 later I'm driving my car home! So as a warning make sure you always put the cap back on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-8584520775444557385?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/8584520775444557385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=8584520775444557385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8584520775444557385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/8584520775444557385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/04/forgetfulness-is-costly.html' title='Forgetfulness is Costly'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-5157328870141972685</id><published>2009-03-05T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:35:20.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What luck I have!</title><content type='html'>So this morning started out as normal as the rest, get up shower, eat breakfast, get ready for work. Same old, same old. Well I decided to check my account today to make sure I had money to pay for my passport. Well when I looked I had a whole lot more then used to be there! So I looked to see what the deposit was. Turns out Salt Lake Community College decided to reimburse the tuition I paid for my last semester there! I seriously started at the screen for a good 10 minutes is disbelief. Well not thinking today could get any better, turns out it did. So apparently now you need to set up an appointment to get all your stuff submitted to get your passport. I didn't have an appointment, but Iwas like what the heck I'll just fill out all paperwork and bring everything just in case. I've been a little worried because I put off getting my passport, then my friend tells me after she got hers, that there was about a 3 week waiting list to get an appointment. Well I get there and there are two people already in line. I waited for about 5 minutes for the first person to finish. When they left the guy working there asked the kid in front of me if he was the 2:15 appointment. He said yes. Then he asked me if I was the 2:30 appointment. I told him I wasn't but I was wondering how I would get one. He told me just to hang on a minute, so that's what I did. Well the kid in front of me was with his Dad, but turns out he had to leave because he had a checkbook with no checks in it, so he had to run home and get some more. So lucky me just happening to be there, I got the 2:15 appointment. I was out of there in 10 minutes! Today is a day where I can find no complaints!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-5157328870141972685?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/5157328870141972685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=5157328870141972685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5157328870141972685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5157328870141972685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-luck-i-have.html' title='What luck I have!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-5406534042958734752</id><published>2009-03-03T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:29:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From A-Z</title><content type='html'>A to Z_I tagged you 'cuz I want to know about you!!Share&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 20&lt;br /&gt;B - Bed size: HAHAHA I sleep on a trundle, it's even smaller than a twin, and I'm to tall for it so my legs hang off.&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate: All of them!&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's Name: Farrell&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential start your day item: Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite food: Homemade chicken noodle soup with mash potatoes in it!&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or Silver: Silver&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 5' 10"&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments you play: abolutely none&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title: Physical Therapist Assistant&lt;br /&gt;K - Kid(s): 0&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements: With the parents&lt;br /&gt;M - Mom's name: Carla&lt;br /&gt;N - Nicknames: Kiki, Sue, Kilmister, Aunt Fanny(laugh and I'll kill you), Kee, peepsy.&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stay other than birth: none! I'm healthy!&lt;br /&gt;P - Pet Peeve: When my brother throws random objects at my head, sharing a room with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quotes you like: If I didn't have puke breath, I'd kiss you. - Strange Brew-&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left handed: Right&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings: 4 sisters, 1 brother&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: 8ish&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you dislike: Asparagus&lt;br /&gt;W - Ways you run late: I take a long time eating my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;X-rays you've had: foot, hip, and knee&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food you make: Umm... does burnt food count, it would be good but I tend to burn things.  Oops!&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Taurus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-5406534042958734752?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/5406534042958734752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=5406534042958734752' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5406534042958734752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/5406534042958734752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-z.html' title='From A-Z'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-581785838791793270</id><published>2009-03-02T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:28:25.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RASCAL FLATTS!!</title><content type='html'>I'm a little slow on updating, I admit! But here's some exciting news. On Feb 26th I went the the Rascal Flatts concert. It was a blast. One of my friends Randi and her boyfriend won front row seats! I was officially jealous about that. I can't complain though we were on row 29, still pretty good. Here's some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfxUy4exI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F5Oaja0kZrM/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308723361763326738" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfxUy4exI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F5Oaja0kZrM/s200/rascal+flatts+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfzB9NTOI/AAAAAAAAAII/K7el8_0tiMM/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308723391066098914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfzB9NTOI/AAAAAAAAAII/K7el8_0tiMM/s200/rascal+flatts+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/Saxfyc0flvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1Ni1jiAt884/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308723381097436914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/Saxfyc0flvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/1Ni1jiAt884/s200/rascal+flatts+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Don't you just love taking pictures with friends who are almost a foot shorter then you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfyuUBE7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hvSkWL5QlRA/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308723385793057714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfyuUBE7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/hvSkWL5QlRA/s200/rascal+flatts+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfxxGsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/4apmk0PlPgg/s1600-h/rascal+flatts+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308723369362604914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfxxGsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/4apmk0PlPgg/s200/rascal+flatts+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say that the only bad thing about the entire concert, was that Jessica Simpson open for them. Oh my YUCK!! She's not a favorite of mine if you can't tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-581785838791793270?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/581785838791793270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=581785838791793270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/581785838791793270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/581785838791793270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/03/rascal-flatts.html' title='RASCAL FLATTS!!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SaxfxUy4exI/AAAAAAAAAHo/F5Oaja0kZrM/s72-c/rascal+flatts+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-581148958677798614</id><published>2009-02-17T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:11:40.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke and Cats</title><content type='html'>So I absolutely love the job that I have.  But I must say there is a downfall. Pretty much a majority of my patients have at least two cats in there house.  I must add that I absolutely hate cats unless they stay a good 100 feet away from me, then I can say I don’t mind them.  It’s not like that with these little beasts.  I think I am a cat magnet.  Every house that I go to that has cats, they all swarm me and won’t get off of me.  Then by the time I’m leaving the house I smell like disgusting cats and have their hair all over me.  Now that my friends, is just disgusting.  So I bought me a lint roller, for my car!  Problem solved.  There is one other thing besides the cats that I can’t stand.  I have a lot of patients that smoke.  So along with smelling like cats I now have the wonderfully fresh sent of cigarette smoke weaved in my hair and my clothes.  Just grand.  Well to solve this I bought me some febreeze to spray myself down and my car.  Before this I used to have to unroll all of my car windows and freeze just so I wouldn’t have to smell myself.  My car no longer smells like it belongs to an old woman whose cats live in it.  It smells quite nice.  OH the wonders of febreeze!  Oh and don’t worry I don’t make others suffer through this horrible pain.  I come home and shower everyday!  What is it with old people and cats and cigarettes!  Come on get more creative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-581148958677798614?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/581148958677798614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=581148958677798614' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/581148958677798614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/581148958677798614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/02/smoke-and-cats.html' title='Smoke and Cats'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-7530589097062181186</id><published>2009-02-03T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:25:38.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School done, Job found!</title><content type='html'>Alright I'm horribe at keeping this thing updated.  I forget I have one most of the time.  I'm officially done with school!  I'll tell you it's one of the best feeling to be done with school at 20! Hooray.  I'm an offical physical therapist assistant.  That title is long enough to say so I'm happy I don't have to add student infront of it any more when people ask.  I've got a job doing home health now, which is great.  Except some of the people I see are a little crazy, but I guess you get that pretty much where ever you work.  I thought that when I was done with school commuting would be over, driving from Harrisville to West Jordan every day got pretty lame, but now I drive from house to house.  I think my car missed spending so much time with me.  What was really nice for me is I didn't have to do any job hunting.  That alone is a horrible stressor.  I got a call one day from one of the therapist I worked for during a clinical rotation, and offered me the job.  It was sweet. Well life is still great and I don't know what to do with myself now that I have so much  time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-7530589097062181186?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/7530589097062181186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=7530589097062181186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/7530589097062181186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/7530589097062181186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-done-job-found.html' title='School done, Job found!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-3463469198985351663</id><published>2008-12-27T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T11:35:10.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas is officially over! Exciting and sad all at the same time. I actually kind of got to sleep in this year. The past couple of years my little siblings have been waking everyone up around 4 in the morning! What were they thinking. This year a slept until 6:30. Sound really early but it was sleeping in for me! Christmas was a blast as always, my fam came over and we opened presents. My favorite present was the rocking chair I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaCRoNg8VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTXNd8JTf6o/s1600-h/2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284554452129345874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaCRoNg8VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTXNd8JTf6o/s200/2008+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! I just have to find some place to put it. HA HA. But i've got to say the best wrapping goes to my sister Stacy. My family picks name for Christmas so we don't go broke buying each other presents. Stacy had my name this year. Here are some pics of her wonderful wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVZ81Zs-k5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/flT93xfzzvU/s1600-h/2008+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284548469640303506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVZ81Zs-k5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/flT93xfzzvU/s200/2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disgusting right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVZ_oNt0flI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pPFqZ4R9MTY/s1600-h/2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284551541619195474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVZ_oNt0flI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pPFqZ4R9MTY/s200/2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of hard to read but it says call me 555-spank me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Amber my sister made all my nieces little tutus I thought they were way cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaBqpGcGzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0V_3MBgsQ0Q/s1600-h/2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284553782353206066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaBqpGcGzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0V_3MBgsQ0Q/s200/2008+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaBqBL_tVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zHDIFoEXuJY/s1600-h/2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284553771639092562" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaBqBL_tVI/AAAAAAAAAGo/zHDIFoEXuJY/s200/2008+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaDAvyRQJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wVculWqs6a0/s1600-h/2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284555261616406674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaDAvyRQJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/wVculWqs6a0/s200/2008+008.jpg" 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/6983212424359229495-3463469198985351663?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/3463469198985351663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=3463469198985351663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3463469198985351663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3463469198985351663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SVaCRoNg8VI/AAAAAAAAAHI/kTXNd8JTf6o/s72-c/2008+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-2015635713133313795</id><published>2008-12-13T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:16:00.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-2015635713133313795?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/2015635713133313795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=2015635713133313795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/2015635713133313795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/2015635713133313795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/12/spack-fam.html' title=''/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-4133081765421679118</id><published>2008-12-08T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:33:58.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUNCH TIME OVER</title><content type='html'>Finally no more projects to procrastinate!  I just turned in my last one.  The time is coming soon and I only have to make it til the end of December and I'm officially done with school.  If all goes well!  I can't wait after December I can sleep again.  I can't remember the last time I had a full nights rest.  No more driving to West Jordan for me any more at 6 in the morning!  What will it be like to have some free time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-4133081765421679118?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/4133081765421679118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=4133081765421679118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4133081765421679118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4133081765421679118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/12/crunch-time-over.html' title='CRUNCH TIME OVER'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-4249927116132192361</id><published>2008-11-28T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T19:43:35.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinate!  Me... NEVER</title><content type='html'>Well seeing as it has been forever since I've updated this thing. I'll give you some updates.  Wait there isn't any. Dang! Oh the wonders of a monotonous life.  Still in school, and working at Lee's unfortunately, but hopefully soon that will all be over.  The time is coming quickly.  And talking about coming quickly.  I am horrible at procrastinating.  For school I have 3 research projects that I have to do.  All are due in about a week.  I've started one.  This weekend isn't looking to be the most pleasant for me.  Well nothing much else has happened so my blog may continue to be a little boring for a few more months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-4249927116132192361?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/4249927116132192361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=4249927116132192361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4249927116132192361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/4249927116132192361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/11/procrastinate-me-never.html' title='Procrastinate!  Me... NEVER'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-3337377179783255420</id><published>2008-09-26T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:28:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I've been asked where my picture of me from the past is. I did make one but for some reason I couldn't post more then 5 pictures. I didn't mind though nobody needed to see a hideous picture of me right?? Well I'll post it anyway just because it makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SN3Rjt0r5NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X0Zq9pcWAH8/s1600-h/myYearbookPhoto+4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250583152110068946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SN3Rjt0r5NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X0Zq9pcWAH8/s200/myYearbookPhoto+4" 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/6983212424359229495-3337377179783255420?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/3337377179783255420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=3337377179783255420' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3337377179783255420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3337377179783255420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright.html' title='Alright...'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SN3Rjt0r5NI/AAAAAAAAAFo/X0Zq9pcWAH8/s72-c/myYearbookPhoto+4' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-548527631117276991</id><published>2008-09-25T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:27:43.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings from the Past? What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So I was a little bored when I did this. Jill thank you for the idea, I had a blast doing this. I was wondering what my siblings would look like if they were born in earlier years. The results weren't so pleasing, as you can see for yourself. I might be hunted down later when my sisters and brother see this, but.... I think it was worth the risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaXY7HKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/seSfmQ9x8RI/s1600-h/yearbook+ber"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179470701829282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaXY7HKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/seSfmQ9x8RI/s200/yearbook+ber" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaanhuHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AiGP8vFjuUs/s1600-h/yearbook+stacy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179471568386162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaanhuHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/AiGP8vFjuUs/s200/yearbook+stacy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiapqI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5TsfvF0o5uc/s1600-h/yearbook+heidi"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179475605875090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiapqI6ZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/5TsfvF0o5uc/s200/yearbook+heidi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiajkJdrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WfFJBnw4X90/s1600-h/yearbook+ty"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179473970132658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiajkJdrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/WfFJBnw4X90/s200/yearbook+ty" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaqwxnOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ppKx6yWPdrU/s1600-h/yearbook+paige"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250179475902143714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaqwxnOI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ppKx6yWPdrU/s200/yearbook+paige" 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/6983212424359229495-548527631117276991?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/548527631117276991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=548527631117276991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/548527631117276991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/548527631117276991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/09/siblings-from-past-what-if.html' title='Siblings from the Past? What if?'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNxiaXY7HKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/seSfmQ9x8RI/s72-c/yearbook+ber' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-624756793778304305</id><published>2008-09-23T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:39:54.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M WORTHY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So it turns out I passed that nasty phone test. This is how it happened. The woman was supposed to call me at 5:50 in the morning so I could take the test. So I wake up super early and get everything ready for the test. Well 6:05 rolls around and still no phone call! I was already nervous enough. I couldn't sleep the night before because I kept thinking about it. I decided that I would call her. She picks up the phone and said "Well I couldn't call you because you never gave me your number." I gave this woman my phone number a few days ago. She's called me before. Did she think that I got a new phone number every day! Well she now tells me that she has no more time this morning and I would have to wait until Thursday to take the test. Look at all those extra days of stress added. I tried to fall back asleep after that but I was to made to. 6:30 comes and my phone rings. It was her! She's like I have about 5 minutes do you want to hurry and take the test. I happily agreed. Well it all turned out well, I passed the test. I proved to them that I was "worthy" to do my school internship at TOSH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-624756793778304305?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/624756793778304305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=624756793778304305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/624756793778304305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/624756793778304305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-worthy.html' title='I&apos;M WORTHY!!'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-298845473633607074</id><published>2008-09-22T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:19:36.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHONE TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Hmm... So I'm a little worried. Tomorrow morning I have to take a test at 5:50 in the morning over the phone. I have to pass this test in order to get into my last clinical at TOSH, for school! The test is only going to be 10 minutes long, but I'm still a little nervous. Do they think that is those 10 minutes they will understand me, and know whether I'm smart enough to work there. As a student aren't you supposed to do you internships to continue learning? It seems like they want me to know everything before I can even set foot in that building!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-298845473633607074?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/298845473633607074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=298845473633607074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/298845473633607074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/298845473633607074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/09/phone-test.html' title='PHONE TEST'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6983212424359229495.post-3949257898705673455</id><published>2008-09-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:40:25.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIG NEWTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I've decided that I'm never going to eat a fig newton again. Me and my sister, Amber, were eating some when we were following my dad during the LOTOJA a few weeks ago. If you look at the serving size for fig newtons it's kind of ridiculous. But I think that Brian Regan sums it up better then I can so here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBko_3wT44Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LBko_3wT44Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6983212424359229495-3949257898705673455?l=kspack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/feeds/3949257898705673455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6983212424359229495&amp;postID=3949257898705673455' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3949257898705673455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6983212424359229495/posts/default/3949257898705673455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kspack.blogspot.com/2008/09/fig-newton.html' title='FIG NEWTON'/><author><name>Keely</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18188169638987016956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1t7LhVK3zqU/SNwhhD4_i8I/AAAAAAAAADE/PXdRYgmWFR8/S220/Picture+018.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
