tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67315322044551250642024-03-05T23:50:58.396-08:00This is the way I live...Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-20771851736392337922009-04-16T16:45:00.000-07:002009-04-16T17:04:59.767-07:00why her last name is wangvera got her chach sewed up yesterday. no babies for her! <br /><br />we have been putting it off for a while...only cause we knew it would be such a pain in the ass for multiple reasons. mostly money, oh and the lil wayne concert (had to cancel and reschedule her surgery for that of course) but also cause vera is high maintenance...(i have no idea where she got that from) and we figured something simple that most cats just deal with no-problemo would be an issue for her. we were right.<br /><br />it started tuesday night at 10pm when i had to take away her food and water. she ate a snack at 9:45 i gave her some fresh water, she took a couple sips than ran off grabbed her teal cheetah mouse with the black sparkle feathers and went into my room. so i put her food in the black cabinet where we store her litter and things. on top of the black cabinet is a bag of wisker likings and some small brown paper bags - {lunch bags}. not five minutes after i picked up her food was she over there scratching at the door then up on the shelf chewing on the wisker likings bag. she doesn't even really like them all that much. half the time she puts them in her mouth than leaves them on the rug. so this behavior was out of the ordinary. and anytime i would go over there to get her off she would just bite me then run to the door of the cabinet and scratch again. this went on for about an hour, until i went to bed. the next morning when i walked to the shower all of the brown little lunch bags where scattered everywhere. awesome.<br /><br />dropped her off at the vet, she wasn't happy at all about this. i worried about her all day of course until i picked her up at 5:45. the vet said she did excellent. however the second she woke up and could see straight enough to notice the bandaid on her paw where they had put the iv in her she ripped it off...but that wasn't a problem. they gave me some antibotics, and several instructions - non of which were relating to licking of the wound. so asked about that. they said "oh yeah, no licking, however cats hardly ever lick...unless for some reason they are obsessive compulsive cleaners...its normally just the dogs that have a problem. but if for some odd reason she does lick you will need to get a cone for her neck." i was all like, hmm ok...well that's good then i won't worry about it...and off we went<br /><br />we got home - and as soon as i opened vera's kennel she went from greasy, tired, worn out baby to perky, energetic, "thank god i am home and out of that skank ass joint" cat that ran straight to her food to make sure it was out of the cupboard to an immediate obsessive compulsive cleaner that wouldn't stop liking her stitches if someone where to put a buffet of fresh salmon and a costco kirkland chicken in front of her face. <br /><br />basically she went nuts...and acted as if her sole purpose in life was to lick off those stitches. so of course not five seconds after i was home i was back in the car off to hunt down a cat cone.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rwwdc1CRR6bi-RmWpq5J6eFUjAwfQQiTe9aXPKZrTXf_JD4NT-wwS4Pj9vqW-SGHKjrX4M0w19vi0S-bkZnFl3xzWv4_d9wg9h5yzRevK8yNQ-el4aPrB5Ix5jQ_FBn925Xds-IJS0s/s1600-h/vera.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rwwdc1CRR6bi-RmWpq5J6eFUjAwfQQiTe9aXPKZrTXf_JD4NT-wwS4Pj9vqW-SGHKjrX4M0w19vi0S-bkZnFl3xzWv4_d9wg9h5yzRevK8yNQ-el4aPrB5Ix5jQ_FBn925Xds-IJS0s/s320/vera.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325443909738280210" /></a><br />there isn't one thing about this thing that she likes. but it does keep her from licking...poor girl, i do feel bad...it was a rough day for us yesterday.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-46601275729076195692009-04-10T14:14:00.000-07:002009-04-10T14:50:46.748-07:00brain dump pt. twoso remember about this <a href="http://ktowndncr.blogspot.com/2009/01/brain-dump.html">blog post</a>? yeah...i know i know, you are all like duh we remember it...you suck at blogging these days so obviously we remember that post cause it was only like two times ago...<br /><br />well anyway it is now april and that means SO much has happened...to quick recap & update you...i worked out for the entire month of january...and then i stopped (but i will be getting back on that one soon!)...tara's wedding is coming along! my dress is ordered...and so is hers! i also helped her order her wedding cake weekend before last, her wedding is going to be beautiful and i can't wait!, sister's birthday is getting closer! wahoo!! plane tickets are bought and paid for - love that story! its so official it's not even a joke, talk about best (and much needed trip) ever! vegas here we come!, crest whitening strips - totally used them, totally was a fan but not totally sure they made the most long term change in the world, verdict is still out on that one...and the dance team - coaching is my favorite :) the girls got 11th in the nation in hip hop and we also had state in march- they got 3rd...its an honor and a joy to coach such a talented team, they are a blessing! <br /><br />and i can finally, officially share my other exciting news stories of 2009...that i have had to keep buried for so many reasons...<br /><br />but here it is...<br /><br />6. i have finally made the decision (after almost 3 years of contemplating) to go back to school to get my masters degree. yup! that's right...and i can officially say it because on monday i received this fabulous little note in my email inbox "On behalf of the MAT selection committee, Congratulations on being accepted into the University of Portland's 2009-2010 MAT cohort." WAHOO!! It is official, i am going back to grad school. i just got the official letter in the mail when i got home last night from work...i totally was going to scan it in, but i forgot it at home so that will have to come later. in short here is the deal. i applied back in january - application required some essays, 4 letters of recommendation, transcript, an interview from the MAT selection committee, and a passing test score for one of my three entrance exams (totally passed the ORELA! taking my next two tests within the next 14 days - the CBEST and the social studies praxis...which might i add is hella crazy...totally not overwhelming to be asked 150 questions over ANYTHING relating to us history, world history, government, politics, geography, sociology, anthropology or psychology. --UM YEAH, NO...NOT!...and that's not even all...there are 7 essays to. its gonna be a fun one!) anyway i got accepted. school starts in june, its a year long program and i will graduate next may with my masters in secondary education to teach high school history. <br /><br />leading me to my next point...<br />6.5. (this is part six because it kind of directly pertains to the switching of the career path) i will be leaving <a href="http://rwestprgirls.blogspot.com/">this family</a>, the rewestpr girls' family on april 30. such a bitter sweet. these past two years have been filled with so many laughs, good times, learning experiences and ridiculous adventures (you can read some <a href="http://rwestprgirls.blogspot.com/2008/05/special-day.html">here</a>) i will miss these girls a lot!<br /><br />7. and just in case changing my entire career and daily live in one day isn't enough i will also be moving out of my house and into a new house at the end of the month. so good bye old blue house that is so deceivingly adorable with your high ceilings, cute molding and hard wood floors. i sure as hell won't be missing your skank ass unfinished dirty old basement {home of wolf spiders and tarantula wanna-be's}, the homeland of sugar ants that like to invade mac computers and create $480 extermination bills, the neighbor to crazy old woman who builds bonfires in black plastic planter containers with small starter sticks in the middle of the street, puts 40 cubes of butter out on the sidewalk to feed the seagulls and randomly decides its a good idea to chuck eggs at cars as they drive by on their way to work in the morning...no i will not be missing you because i will be living in an adorable recently remodeled three bedroom, TWO full bath home that has a theatre room, bar, laundry room (wahoo!!) AND...drum roll please for the best part...A DISHWASHER!!! hells yeah woot woot {do a little dance...make a little love...} i can't wait! <br /><br />needless to say may is going to be a big turning point in my life and i am so so excited about it. it has definitely been a stressful, intense, and challenging few months...full of sleepless nights, tears, anxiety, tension and anxiousness...(just ask my family...they know all about it, or friends - they also know all about it considering they haven't seen me for four months...unless they belong to the laker dance team or sit next to me in the office all day long - and trust me those ones probably know about it best) but i can finally say that i am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...and the entire journey has absolutely been worth it. the countdown has begun - 20 days and counting.<br /><br />here is a picture to summarize the excitement (courtesy of my mother)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmeQuwsPAFZ76EtBGM38z1pb4Rj56AcJk_UOx3qCn5L5s0bwW0s4fGqNuYK6uHLHkbLzp5QGRo5kEzN3DmfcLlV9VJw-_uGhBFc6SJ3apQicFJDGY_gCNlUrwk0489ZSGdDItrYeiks6E/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmeQuwsPAFZ76EtBGM38z1pb4Rj56AcJk_UOx3qCn5L5s0bwW0s4fGqNuYK6uHLHkbLzp5QGRo5kEzN3DmfcLlV9VJw-_uGhBFc6SJ3apQicFJDGY_gCNlUrwk0489ZSGdDItrYeiks6E/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323182017776987602" /></a>Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-73137818184864469532009-02-27T14:01:00.000-08:002009-02-27T14:36:46.903-08:00in case you ever wondered....i'm going to guess that most of you have never wondered this before...and probably you don't really care about what the world is like at 3:00am. but for the sheer fact that i got to experience it this morning i was all like i guess i will at least tell my blog about it. so that's what i'm doing.<br /><br />let's be real about one thing. the only time anyone is (or should ever) be up and around at 2:30am is when they are coming home (maybe a little faded) and going to bed. pretty sure it should be illegal for people to wake up at this hour. in fact alarm clock companies should just make a deal with the world that they won't function prior to 5am...5am is gross but anything before that is just wrong.<br /><br />check it...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8xm3b3ziBovNBgAZwTQrRiDETwQWR17h7ztkIW4fvAjVWo77jUMrI6pLuSZlWiGVKiMfSr9xn6eSk-O6SJ_hB1c8N1id3QYOt4Tuiyc_T952xvrodX581J5oCkikB-uSYkrz3xUdT0U/s1600-h/ygp+morning+show.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl8xm3b3ziBovNBgAZwTQrRiDETwQWR17h7ztkIW4fvAjVWo77jUMrI6pLuSZlWiGVKiMfSr9xn6eSk-O6SJ_hB1c8N1id3QYOt4Tuiyc_T952xvrodX581J5oCkikB-uSYkrz3xUdT0U/s320/ygp+morning+show.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307604686912386946" /></a><br />that is the official number i read while parking at the oregon convention center this morning.<br /><br />it was dark, freezing and my car windows were icy. sick. i passed 7 cars total between my house and OCC. sick. the parking garage metal gates were down, i had to use the swiper and i set the extremely loud alarm off. sick. my window decided to have an electrical issue when i tried to roll it back up from using the swiper and wouldn't roll back up, so it was left half down today. sick. i was the first person (apart from 1 security guard) to enter the convention center today. sick. it is 2:27 and i have already worked an 11 hour day. sick. i am guess you are finding a trend with this mornings activities...there was a lot of sick going around...although, in fairness it wasn't all nasty...some of it was actually kind of awesome...<br /><br />here's why -- i got to work with drew carney again today!! and rose marie nicols mcgee (yeah i know right? tight ass name!! she is a speaker at the show...and drew did one of his segments on her....)<br /><br />plus sister and i got approved for our new house and we sign the lease this weekend! it has a laundry room WITH a brand new washer and dryer...i feel spoiled...not to mention it has TWO full bathrooms, a fancy new bar, huge video projector screen in the basement (aka the tv!), garbage disposal...AND the best part of the whole entire house...the dishwasher!! i never realized what a luxury a dishwasher was. like most things, you never realize how amazing until you don't have it...a dishwasher is one of those things.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-4720887916521494702009-02-16T15:40:00.000-08:002009-02-16T15:54:47.730-08:00the new lookso i haven't blogged much about the cat lately. little vera is not so little anymore...i mean she isn't huge or anything shes skinny wild and crazy as ever...and the fact that she must run everywhere rather than walk is probably part of what keeps her skinny ass so thin...she's good.<br /><br />however this blog isn't about her. this blog is about my other cat. bella. i got bella when i was a freshman in college. however i got her when i lived in the dorms so she she had to live at home with my parents for a while. the plan was that she would move in with me when i finally got a place of my own, however she ended up being a really weird cat with slight mental issues. we were all afraid that if we uprooted her from the comfort of what is under my old bed at my parents house and move her not only out of the bedroom but out of the house completely and into an entirely new place she may just convulse out of nervousness and fall over dead. so we decided it was probably best just to leave her...and my mom and dad didn't mind too much considering they maybe see her once every other week when she slinks to the laundry room to eat a bite of food or the once-a-month my mother digs her out from under the bed to go to her grooming appointment. see the thing is bella is a white persian cat. she has lots of hair. lots of thick white cotton fluffy hair. that mats. hard core. nonetheless it was time for her grooming...normally when the cats go get groomed they come back looking gorgeous luscious...smelling fabulous with whispy flowing fluff fur...well this time not so much.<br /><br />mom went to pick up the cats and this is what happened to bella.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfwkmpAJOH9UyfHk-6JSdqCFHyQ2ONtUURgiEEzq2ZS8PLv7_xtmrT2KZIUX4Q8elJAyGXyfIklil1pLhGxVwSvPrGf59652HLO2_9s_lT-qJjl0lo6MvyTt3DrM22UyNC3XfIfN_EoA/s1600-h/BELLA.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfwkmpAJOH9UyfHk-6JSdqCFHyQ2ONtUURgiEEzq2ZS8PLv7_xtmrT2KZIUX4Q8elJAyGXyfIklil1pLhGxVwSvPrGf59652HLO2_9s_lT-qJjl0lo6MvyTt3DrM22UyNC3XfIfN_EoA/s320/BELLA.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303546221362126594" /></a><br />she got shaved. she hates it...runs around with her tail between her legs and shivers like someone through her naked ass out into the middle of arctic blast 2008. but personally i think she looks awesome! not only does she look like she's wearing white uggs...but now when you hold her you don't get covered in eight inch long white hairs. she may have to get used to the new look. it may be a permanent one.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-61896416819745413432009-02-04T08:17:00.000-08:002009-02-04T09:03:03.308-08:00disney...and the resultspretty sure that this past week i just experienced was probably one of the BEST times i have had in my entire life...<br /><br />no joke. lets recap.<br /><br />6 straight days of laughing...i don't even remember the last time i have done so much laughing...and i am pretty sure on more than one occasion i had to concentrate hard on not peeing my pants. reasons you ask? i blame these two...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eQ0TpIjJQcVeVrixsVmRoCOBS1bu8r2aZsg7tuY0IY7hiMK2Kwq-kfKBvXh4Fo852FMnFGDaf6ZgaIMBrkse8WjR0ryVyRPgruCJ4biyGaDkLIrhSftd7CwnaYFIqbTDtJ7dEC_-UI4/s1600-h/n29300980_31312449_6712.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4eQ0TpIjJQcVeVrixsVmRoCOBS1bu8r2aZsg7tuY0IY7hiMK2Kwq-kfKBvXh4Fo852FMnFGDaf6ZgaIMBrkse8WjR0ryVyRPgruCJ4biyGaDkLIrhSftd7CwnaYFIqbTDtJ7dEC_-UI4/s320/n29300980_31312449_6712.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298980182964315394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPkbM9iho1c3z4x_wsQ7c5v7zHa05p1CyHiR_NGp8t1SsiVxBVd8mbDnLqB_CSgYJw8ZIiQUhQizcll9jU4K4N4HnqIqx-88utxonB5kYf8gX5kkJWTlA7eN2laGeONd3IHOK_FTSjwo/s1600-h/n29300980_31312404_171.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPkbM9iho1c3z4x_wsQ7c5v7zHa05p1CyHiR_NGp8t1SsiVxBVd8mbDnLqB_CSgYJw8ZIiQUhQizcll9jU4K4N4HnqIqx-88utxonB5kYf8gX5kkJWTlA7eN2laGeONd3IHOK_FTSjwo/s320/n29300980_31312404_171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298980363996424786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gECmJMdaGbiTbVZwhqyQ3ivzx7XA_gdRGGEmUTuehR_b_7wNiHNLjANzkSOJcGHD-vjtJ5dEgEG6dG5Je9PWd_uEsZHtYSnY1WLgjDEe3OivuIh7KIDlqwYswoHJn8pt68x9xUpOCC4/s1600-h/n29300980_31312418_4591.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gECmJMdaGbiTbVZwhqyQ3ivzx7XA_gdRGGEmUTuehR_b_7wNiHNLjANzkSOJcGHD-vjtJ5dEgEG6dG5Je9PWd_uEsZHtYSnY1WLgjDEe3OivuIh7KIDlqwYswoHJn8pt68x9xUpOCC4/s320/n29300980_31312418_4591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298980443680653490" /></a><br />i can't even remember everything we laughed at...because basically it was everything and im sure people thought we were nuts cause most of the stuff we thought was funny probably wasn't. i'm guessing it was the combination of almost zero sleep and trying to manage 24 teenagers in disney world that made us go a little nuts.<br />but here are some fav moments...nonetheless.<br />-seniorenas and jason<br />-being on thunder mountain when it broke (total salt) - i have a video about that...i'll post it.<br />-going on splash mountain...purposefully sitting in the back so we wouldn't get wet...made it through once totally dry but then the douche bags working the ride thought it would be funny to send us through a second time (literally pushed the button and sent us through without even asking - there last words "oh...sorry we are on a schedule") only this time we got NAILED by the water and were sopping wet...<br />-1/2 hour conversations about salt, phones, salad and dressing<br />-hayley's laugh<br />-old school disney cartoons<br />-waffle cone ice creams<br />-recycled air<br />-which chipmunk has one tooth and which has two<br />-world's best mom trophys<br />-monorail lines at the contemporary hotel when denise educates me on babies daddies, affairs and other important stuff...<br />-10second camera timers<br />-salt<br />-the skit<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPSyc2EF15WvQum_6Kk5YlD82Gtb-DT4IR65tYZ2v2y5IC1aduHhVZ97zBK0cs5HgwO8twI1j1Bn3lu7HeCoDgfFTwPGyGyynY_HgzZb29BGOfRmVrzg-ci4nNBeN09m1lhwbxFcKhbo/s1600-h/n1120110987_30310474_8278.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNPSyc2EF15WvQum_6Kk5YlD82Gtb-DT4IR65tYZ2v2y5IC1aduHhVZ97zBK0cs5HgwO8twI1j1Bn3lu7HeCoDgfFTwPGyGyynY_HgzZb29BGOfRmVrzg-ci4nNBeN09m1lhwbxFcKhbo/s320/n1120110987_30310474_8278.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298984920529533986" /></a><br />i love them...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKiqULgXMkRU6Ri_6OXn_2CfhtrFYp4KUG-FUYgOqeRDLWkTCnNtxh4SRnGfwMoeOESxjl2ano1C2_PXmTm2SMHLLBP32IfIM9JxZPJ7mzifw1tfnJefSoP1kG9SwplVqjvfn9L394Q8/s1600-h/n29300980_31312475_8492.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZKiqULgXMkRU6Ri_6OXn_2CfhtrFYp4KUG-FUYgOqeRDLWkTCnNtxh4SRnGfwMoeOESxjl2ano1C2_PXmTm2SMHLLBP32IfIM9JxZPJ7mzifw1tfnJefSoP1kG9SwplVqjvfn9L394Q8/s320/n29300980_31312475_8492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985136272778338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Npin-GsK3C8RKhqvct05cZnfVbJK0CvnJqvCt2QWFYTmbhWxUEKZLAzgq0DLvKeryx5KByG26U6fLVTd1Y3QO7dOPbt_2aRm7YCYFXftzcPCk3Q8NCPLQkFSDRkIcLgLoKNN0segqcA/s1600-h/n29300980_31312492_6517.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Npin-GsK3C8RKhqvct05cZnfVbJK0CvnJqvCt2QWFYTmbhWxUEKZLAzgq0DLvKeryx5KByG26U6fLVTd1Y3QO7dOPbt_2aRm7YCYFXftzcPCk3Q8NCPLQkFSDRkIcLgLoKNN0segqcA/s320/n29300980_31312492_6517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985223610506626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9raGb4VJLfAW-jn-KtyWMI-FvAU5TGcz2fhensbHhnlfhbGMeyNXFacB4KsiKaTvsi7Uzy_yrsC9aXnHEUeyYml9sUD88RsGGWUgYqVKxigxIv5Rzvc0Wyos8kdLqh0aJIi4KZzomLHI/s1600-h/n29300980_31312444_760.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9raGb4VJLfAW-jn-KtyWMI-FvAU5TGcz2fhensbHhnlfhbGMeyNXFacB4KsiKaTvsi7Uzy_yrsC9aXnHEUeyYml9sUD88RsGGWUgYqVKxigxIv5Rzvc0Wyos8kdLqh0aJIi4KZzomLHI/s320/n29300980_31312444_760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985294533353762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZhbyzf1zYmQFGYF2dRhj6s8SXR2zc1onYyqeRjw6wVxhN_NA7io33QM959EAYFfyZ88QOUvW6MIQZHY174BHYPsVPKk-wL8KWZ62vBZlSdj6mAIZLSoI3WSdgrJC_6rTCW1ukPEDw2I/s1600-h/n29300980_31312478_6026.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZhbyzf1zYmQFGYF2dRhj6s8SXR2zc1onYyqeRjw6wVxhN_NA7io33QM959EAYFfyZ88QOUvW6MIQZHY174BHYPsVPKk-wL8KWZ62vBZlSdj6mAIZLSoI3WSdgrJC_6rTCW1ukPEDw2I/s320/n29300980_31312478_6026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298988762042197042" /></a><br />also who i love...are THESE GIRLS!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-Mt3YX11d5yL2KD58qaZiwD14CfGbh7ycI7oBOsNps-Wn0vcgK2dA-kvrH-fSYGlkLEm33imFNqVQwpSaapKTrKLB-lb_V5D9dUGZZyIjJJOGRK-REckFDJaVzZSq2BXB75QVEHwl2Q/s1600-h/n29300980_31312465_7644.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-Mt3YX11d5yL2KD58qaZiwD14CfGbh7ycI7oBOsNps-Wn0vcgK2dA-kvrH-fSYGlkLEm33imFNqVQwpSaapKTrKLB-lb_V5D9dUGZZyIjJJOGRK-REckFDJaVzZSq2BXB75QVEHwl2Q/s320/n29300980_31312465_7644.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298985454370204002" /></a><br /><br />seriously. they crack my shit up! hell yes they can drive me INSANE..but i wouldn't trade them for the world. they are adorable, funny, hard working (most of the time), silly, hilarious, sweet, and watching them dance is my favorite thing ever.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsEp14ncDrTNKKsNlySbmlBbXojAGNArYlfiVxulsYxgR9aSWs-vbLaxWXjEUXqfmCFprM8jO4D-gPqeOCTrc02c_BzkDaDMRr2Z7VbK5mZyarPlmVmpSM7URuh40k_yN98Qw15mVWSw/s1600-h/n29300980_31312470_3021.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsEp14ncDrTNKKsNlySbmlBbXojAGNArYlfiVxulsYxgR9aSWs-vbLaxWXjEUXqfmCFprM8jO4D-gPqeOCTrc02c_BzkDaDMRr2Z7VbK5mZyarPlmVmpSM7URuh40k_yN98Qw15mVWSw/s320/n29300980_31312470_3021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298986071287162674" /></a><br />our routine was pretty much ridiculous amazing...and if you have yet to see it please go to <a href="http://www.varsity.com/event.aspx?event=1109">varsity.com</a> and search lake oswego and watch it...because i couldn't be prouder of them!!! dude learn about us being the 11 BEST high school hip hop team in the entire united states...kind of AWESOME!!!!<br /><br />this was us at awards ceremony...please just look at how amazing that finals stage is!! talk about once in a life time experiences!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3krS3ONCN1rlYesN_AmLdASLvyBjJBABA2W4xEM7ehHRLPWP9H9_hTTbhhztC25ZDbDRchbNKodQfX3aTSvOCclNi39KGsKgXrqhs37Ve1GbX5CUososZuS_25HlwJ7ctBX_ktMHWwHk/s1600-h/n29300980_31312494_8579.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3krS3ONCN1rlYesN_AmLdASLvyBjJBABA2W4xEM7ehHRLPWP9H9_hTTbhhztC25ZDbDRchbNKodQfX3aTSvOCclNi39KGsKgXrqhs37Ve1GbX5CUososZuS_25HlwJ7ctBX_ktMHWwHk/s320/n29300980_31312494_8579.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298986815573879522" /></a><br />i love coaching this team...i wouldn't trade them for the world!! and these are moments i will cherish forever - because i am not quite sure i will ever have a team that i love so much. <br /><br />here's to the rest of the season - and making the next six weeks the best most fun times ever!!Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-86886007065304688752009-01-27T09:40:00.001-08:002009-01-27T10:04:27.168-08:00the neighborshe lives alone (i think). she is sixtyish...she works at fred meyer...and i used to think she was weird...<br /><br />back in the days of fall when she would trim her rose bushes down in the dark - and not just the dark, but we are talking 11pm dark. scissors in one hand flash flight in another...i also thought she was weird for turning on a big flood light and chopping fire wood till 10:30 at night. maybe a little more than weird, maybe a little creepy. something about an old lady with an axe out in the dark chopping stuff up is odd.<br /><br />well creepy weird lady turned to crazy lady when one morning about 10ish days ago or so - while i was making some of the fav. tea before going to work i saw her out my kitchen window chucking eggs at cars. yup! that's right. eggs. at. cars...and not just a couple but an entire carton full...there were something like 35 eggs smashed in the street. wtf.<br /><br />don't worry it gets weirder...<br /><br />last weekend i was woken up by skwauking seagulls...about 200 of them...they were acting like someone had just thrown 30 cubes of butter into the street for them to eat...and i think maybe it had even been soaked in some sort of magic "here-seagulls-i-know-you-are-totally-obsessed-with-butter-so-come-and-get-it" juice. cause they were acting like i would act if someone were to throw 500, 1-million dollar bills onto the street. and who on earth would put that much butter on the street you're wondering? yup my neighbor.<br /><br />she did it the next morning too...<br /><br />i wish so badly i had pictures to share of all of this, but considering she manages to always come up with something new...like last nights chopping of fire wood - into small starter sticks and then placing them into black plastic planter pots and lighting mini bonfires in the street...i'm sure that there will be more stories to come and i will definitely be sure that my camera is ready to take some photos...<br /><br />on a side note...we leave for nationals tomorrow...I AM SO EXCITED and so so very nervous. I hope my next post is an exciting one :) wish us look and send good thoughts!!Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-7688537579281944662009-01-14T11:05:00.000-08:002009-01-14T11:30:56.792-08:00a brain dump...it is a new year...and that means a fresh start for me!!<br /><br />so instead of looking back and thinking about what a bad blogger i have been...and all the other things in my life i have put on the back burner...we are going to focus on the good...the future...the moving forward...no sense bringing up old news - we all know i was a serious slacker of all things important ..but its time to move on...not my chair not my problem, that's what i always say - (sister probably you are the only one in the world that understood that. ok maybe not...maybe katie - you did...) <br /><br />and just so others don't feel left out - learn about this <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skCV2L0c6K0">video</a> its hilarious shit.<br /><br />anyway long story short...life is good. i feel like for the first time in a long time i am finally back on track...things will take a while to unfold and really its all about baby steps...but i think this year is going to be a very very exciting one!! for so many reasons...<br /><br />i can't share all of them today...but here are some to get you started- and in no particular order<br /><br />1. i am back in the gym - i know what!!? wait...i will repeat that in case you thought maybe you went blind for a sec and didn't read that right, or that you had a small stroke and your brain waves didn't process that phrase correctly...but it's true!! commitment to fitness is back and i am totally into it...being back in the gym feels oh so great! i know right? who misses working out??! but i love it...<br /><br />2. i was asked to be a bridesmaid for the first time ever!! i am thrilled, excited, and beyond looking forward to all the fun times to come!! and best of all its tara's wedding!! aug 8th is going to be a fabulous day!!!<br /><br />3. sister turns 21 this year...and we booked our hotel rooms in vegas!!! family tradition...big birthdays means girl trip to vegas...and if you even understand how my family does girls trips well then you would know why i am counting seconds for that favorite city of mine!!! we get to stay at paris...and yipeee im seriously so excited!!<br /><br />4. i started using crest whitening strips...i have been wanting to for a long time, but just never have...one time a long time ago i did the whole professional whitening thing - where you get the bite guard and do that gel stuff...and sleep in it...but it hurt my teeth so bad it was like sharp machetes shooting in my face everytime i breathed in cold air...so i have been scared to try whitening strips ever since...but with a commitment to fitness, a wedding to look forward to and vegas...now is as good of a time as any to give them a second chance...im only three days in...but so far so good. - i'll let you know<br /><br />5. i leave for florida in 2 weeks from today!! nationals baby...and i can't wait...this year has been such a roller coaster year of coaching...it has been one of the hardest things i have ever done in my life...but on so many levels the most rewarding. those girls bring me so much joy and it will be an experience of a life time to take them to disney world and watch them compete something that has taken us so many hours to construct, build, and perfect. it's going to be amazing...coaching is truly a blessing on so many levels.!!<br /><br />there is more...so so much more...but so far this year is shapping up to be a great one and i can't wait to watch it unfold - i just hope it doesn't go by to quickly!!<br /><br />cheers to 2009! (better late than never!!)<br />and my pledge to doing things i love! (including this damn blog of mine!)Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-34513105732885682872008-12-01T10:32:00.000-08:002008-12-01T11:03:03.826-08:00ok, so once again i guess i suck...not to make excuses about anything...but here is my theory...when i spend 8 hours (sometimes 9 hours) on this computer here everyday i guess when i get home the last thing i want to do is get back on the computer when i am home to blog. it's annoying and i hate that because i LOVE to blog! it's fun to write about stuff that i like...it's fun to play with words and have the freedom to say whatever...i mean don't get me wrong, not that its anything shy of entertaining to tell the world about colons and acne and how many hops are in the latest 22ounce brew - but that's the thing, work stuff i have to do...blog stuff i get to do. and i get to do it about anything i chose!<br /><br />anyway that's that. i am a blogger slacker and if you read this blog then i am sorry but that is just how it has to be - and i am finally ready to accept it rather than to be mad about it.<br /><br />anyway i have lots to say, mostly cause lots goes on in my world everyday! but also i had a really awesome four day weekend. i wish every weekend could be four days long. it was glorious. plus also it was thanksgiving and i got to eat like crazy. <br /><br />so hopefully someday i will get around to writing about that...but for now i will just share my day yesterday.<br /><br />according to my mom, yesterday was suppose to be our luckiest day of the year...and not just year but luckiest day in a long time i guess...and that is according to the fact that i am a gemini? my mom's into horoscopes and lucky days and all that...not because she lives for all the fancy psychic stuff but any excuse to win at that oregon lottery business she'll take it...anyway i was instructed to buy lottery tickets yesterday by her...since that's not exactly the kind of stuff i care about i kind of forgot - but looking back on yesterday i think that i actually had a really lucky day...and mostly because it was probably one of the funnest (yes i used a word that isn't in websters - get over it) days i have had in a long long time, so you know what? screw lottery tickets...yesterday's activities were better than that. i got to play all day with two of my best friends. i love these girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGrfwGWNY9E_tg2bwfL2donq62yycYXugQhNHdPRbMP6rhfCZDrZFjb38u5upM7I5fsDSAUD_yAC7FdiKYUHuJJREdYHssLh8etHNVbjjPOJDNq_jzRg4gIbIDKoOMrnZysFncIb3R_M/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221351_4520.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRGrfwGWNY9E_tg2bwfL2donq62yycYXugQhNHdPRbMP6rhfCZDrZFjb38u5upM7I5fsDSAUD_yAC7FdiKYUHuJJREdYHssLh8etHNVbjjPOJDNq_jzRg4gIbIDKoOMrnZysFncIb3R_M/s320/n1120110987_30221351_4520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274894348607224834" /></a><br />we don't really get to play all that often together any more. see the thing is - laura lives in arizona too many days out of the year...<br /><br />and plus i know my days with danielle are limited cause then she goes to college too...and lots of people may think it's weird that two of my best friends are so much younger than i am...but you know what i think? i think it doesn't matter because also i have my sister, and i have this other fabulous person who is almost double my age and i love her to pieces...so really i don't think it matters how old your friends are- if you are smart, you snag up those awesome, hilarious, nice and fancy bitches and never let them go! regardless of age...<br /><br />so here's to my luckiest day of the year and to those special moments with my friends that i cherish every second of.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcfXCoTH_XkeA6PqNQYdeqDOt_nXG0YSTSmcSmIqaWAtsi_D7soOYZ5nGVPG88SxX4gdcohcbxumDszURUpZVZxABiJILKSHYhwAXKH7EzXPMrU9WTe8qqtszBx4zCl1_IVThNYofC9w/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221339_5167.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNcfXCoTH_XkeA6PqNQYdeqDOt_nXG0YSTSmcSmIqaWAtsi_D7soOYZ5nGVPG88SxX4gdcohcbxumDszURUpZVZxABiJILKSHYhwAXKH7EzXPMrU9WTe8qqtszBx4zCl1_IVThNYofC9w/s320/n1120110987_30221339_5167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895454668744770" /></a><br />we got starbucks and went to the park....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YM8WAlnQG8-QsXni7IXvcZhXRlvhHSW3T1KeXDRXu-erb1fmFC5ST2zAFFeln40Kmrfn1zGPrad9wQAunHDNUxoWZEzzzeS9Pg4Z9vdhliurOREN2NE0-c5_Mg50NqoXWPnz3TwjzBs/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221338_3713.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2YM8WAlnQG8-QsXni7IXvcZhXRlvhHSW3T1KeXDRXu-erb1fmFC5ST2zAFFeln40Kmrfn1zGPrad9wQAunHDNUxoWZEzzzeS9Pg4Z9vdhliurOREN2NE0-c5_Mg50NqoXWPnz3TwjzBs/s320/n1120110987_30221338_3713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895737353337666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUJ7-6GlBj6agGGimqu8exh-M8r645JBKp-zl0n567SY5hbnUCsghicGcxHCXi-Hah5gX1mewH7Wzds7C8wEk0P3yJ-PdZYhf8klgfsnR5-HPvNaMDfEWW8XiySy9VrwVPotMuMEHwxc/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221346_3092.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHUJ7-6GlBj6agGGimqu8exh-M8r645JBKp-zl0n567SY5hbnUCsghicGcxHCXi-Hah5gX1mewH7Wzds7C8wEk0P3yJ-PdZYhf8klgfsnR5-HPvNaMDfEWW8XiySy9VrwVPotMuMEHwxc/s320/n1120110987_30221346_3092.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895685047882802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQf-3Y0CAAqc1zPOkTg3TWUD2M-fWl1z3WgZ2Mr9SfKJ0q06Z4c8OKw4l2adUcsHuz5iUHqnjCGKDzjOD0XQw3ZNxOZXz7uh9iIvv_5ezrH5g0FPHGg6_I33Y8Yfu1txBv96JPZkO7RpQ/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221345_2801.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQf-3Y0CAAqc1zPOkTg3TWUD2M-fWl1z3WgZ2Mr9SfKJ0q06Z4c8OKw4l2adUcsHuz5iUHqnjCGKDzjOD0XQw3ZNxOZXz7uh9iIvv_5ezrH5g0FPHGg6_I33Y8Yfu1txBv96JPZkO7RpQ/s320/n1120110987_30221345_2801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895603275826018" /></a><br />a little bit obsessed with those fall colors...<br />and when things are fancy you have to play with them. like these leaves...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdR-dgrHyYd5N9nZTXDdrbzedk4NW-7yqOt7khyphenhyphenAQ6hVYB10tRXVaxTJa2wdhWaQNpa_jwPEAhxO_7fJhggNKiaNrc7j6CRcXQw-XV8s4U7F9RD18C3TFOWx2lgNlWvm5jxE1IsdLstc/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221342_980.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdR-dgrHyYd5N9nZTXDdrbzedk4NW-7yqOt7khyphenhyphenAQ6hVYB10tRXVaxTJa2wdhWaQNpa_jwPEAhxO_7fJhggNKiaNrc7j6CRcXQw-XV8s4U7F9RD18C3TFOWx2lgNlWvm5jxE1IsdLstc/s320/n1120110987_30221342_980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274895956115502322" /></a><br />and we did other stuff tooooo...like go to the barrels, and to rite aid. also we made this gorgeous thing (we were all about living for it...and if you don't know what that means learn about the man)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHV1xHY_RrS97R9OsnA2MGeYryV71ebYbRAyg17hw4HmjMNi5_s6SlKgFBoLs9mmulRNG6VMvvxYVoqsYFwRcDyz-EmgeZewi2h8Ass2yRmzn3w3TVnOfW-DT0jEIbaCNwOLcd_sgHAeg/s1600-h/n1120110987_30221355_5670.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHV1xHY_RrS97R9OsnA2MGeYryV71ebYbRAyg17hw4HmjMNi5_s6SlKgFBoLs9mmulRNG6VMvvxYVoqsYFwRcDyz-EmgeZewi2h8Ass2yRmzn3w3TVnOfW-DT0jEIbaCNwOLcd_sgHAeg/s320/n1120110987_30221355_5670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274896038477384034" /></a><br />it was a the best day...and other things that helped make it so great--that didn't get captured on film was the delicious french toast breakfast laura and i made, the fancy bracelets we beaded, the singing penguin that rang a bell when it wiggled, dressing up laura's cats with santa beards, filming music videos for facebook walls...and my night ended with yummy dinner with sister, basket and robbins ice cream and movies!<br /><br />now that right there...that is a lucky day :)Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-86076902164923524932008-11-06T09:28:00.001-08:002008-11-06T09:46:13.159-08:00the red and the greenwait what?<br /><br />the red and the green? ...that means christmas...wait christmas? ALREADY??! i mean i know costco started selling the wicker light up raindeers and 425 pack counts of those cheap plastic-y ribbon bows after mother's day...but that's costco...and monday when i went to fred meyer's and saw the decoration isles (which a few days ago were full of harvest pumpkins, acorns and leaves - all good things fall) filled up with red and green m&m's, those mint chirstmas tree taffys, tinsel, lights and evergreen scented candles i couldn't believe that it was that time of year again...<br /><br />don't get me wrong...i love it with every ounce of my heart...this time of year is my very most favorite. i love lights, and treats, and family time, and snow, and the non-stop christmas music that plays around the clock...but at the same time woah! i can't believe how fast another year went by...and to be honest it kind of freaks me out. but whatever it's fine...i'll embrace it...because embracing it means drinking lots and lots of these...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKE0j7Fu3WVK-Ga6A5UAjL7DfsH9GZu4VK_hkrjxH7AhLpy1Lf09L-IpvV3zIhXQG23qvAg8u2d_jE1xkul6WsR7JHxMSy93rwVtT-ShRFwvp6osjcQ9myVXdvdEp8ZW-5WIZnzjApaQ/s1600-h/starbucks+christmas.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtKE0j7Fu3WVK-Ga6A5UAjL7DfsH9GZu4VK_hkrjxH7AhLpy1Lf09L-IpvV3zIhXQG23qvAg8u2d_jE1xkul6WsR7JHxMSy93rwVtT-ShRFwvp6osjcQ9myVXdvdEp8ZW-5WIZnzjApaQ/s320/starbucks+christmas.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265600197511257346" /></a><br />white chocolate peppermint mocas...pretty sure if clouds in heaven this time of year have a taste...they would taste something like this.<br /><br />also this year i am going to try something...and no guarantees but if i write it down...and share it with the public, i figure my odds of getting it together and actually doing it (rather than just saying it) will be greater...so here it is:<br /><br />i will be adopting a family for christmas...with the help of my family and friends and anyone else who feels generous this year...so far i am just in the planning stages but i have made some phone calls and been directed to the right people to contact...so working on making it happen, i will keep you posted.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-26183133603870070222008-11-05T11:11:00.000-08:002008-11-05T11:26:46.485-08:00halloweeni changed my costume about 12 times (at one point i even had purchased an entire burlesque dancer outfit...complete with the corset, thigh high fishnets, little skirt, awesome feathery satin flower hair piece, pearls, satin gloves-but i felt like a cheap whore so that idea went away as soon as i tried on that outfit)...and in the end i ended up being a gangster...<br /><br />that mean things like this happened:<br />1. i was writing on a paper at the front desk, heard "so what are you suppose to be for halloween...?" answered before i had lifted my head - "a <span style="font-style:italic;">gangsta</span>" (in a pimp sorta grimy dirty voice) looked up and saw that the question had come from this huge black fed-ex delivery guy...yes it was awkward...im sure my eyes were all like gulp...blink blink** but he played it cool and replied with an "aiight...straight up <span style="font-style:italic;">gangsta</span>"<br />2. sister begged me to stop at the liquor store. we live in the north portland...we'll go with the phrase, a picture speaks a thousand words...(and in this instance probably more...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Qt7d0JYd4gWXTYLFaup3y6_8iGXZbg6xInNk6n7GbEX946NH3j29x9dz2_lONK5u4rlMFyw089JzoseB6XliWNfzzHfVcNPD0v8b9WkxJmnDjtp7N_PsriceE2ArTx4mOCiqaHVbR8o/s1600-h/IMG00010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Qt7d0JYd4gWXTYLFaup3y6_8iGXZbg6xInNk6n7GbEX946NH3j29x9dz2_lONK5u4rlMFyw089JzoseB6XliWNfzzHfVcNPD0v8b9WkxJmnDjtp7N_PsriceE2ArTx4mOCiqaHVbR8o/s320/IMG00010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265255250552189618" /></a><br />not only was it 6'oclock on a friday night at the liquor store but it was halloween...so that means the line is about 19 people deep (i didn't count or anything)...3 of them were mexican...16 of them were black...i was white...dressed like 50 cent. and it was weird.<br /><br />here was the rest of my night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAh4FULT7WIXbtGOwVQIPEXsZDZP8prL74oKPPGiav1eK7zQMX_fkJKfua3Uc5ZaM_aoMmekfMgPshQ0985LFQ_CiRUYa0fqb-GhzGwBfZypCNUKkWi9KShVJGYox9qNyeNmIjSmpwd0E/s1600-h/08halloween.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAh4FULT7WIXbtGOwVQIPEXsZDZP8prL74oKPPGiav1eK7zQMX_fkJKfua3Uc5ZaM_aoMmekfMgPshQ0985LFQ_CiRUYa0fqb-GhzGwBfZypCNUKkWi9KShVJGYox9qNyeNmIjSmpwd0E/s320/08halloween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265256390490471890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_ymWhkmEir7QWotQ3sVMJISWcSSCdTLN6_leHVBv83CCiMSHtSBGyWHIfRFHLUOUGQwpaVldsEdz4cwSDln0cOUpkLMd38ZQWshy0YGgyYOG1iRDa38phpKVMwNLJwEnPXYjCjfogug/s1600-h/08halloween2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_ymWhkmEir7QWotQ3sVMJISWcSSCdTLN6_leHVBv83CCiMSHtSBGyWHIfRFHLUOUGQwpaVldsEdz4cwSDln0cOUpkLMd38ZQWshy0YGgyYOG1iRDa38phpKVMwNLJwEnPXYjCjfogug/s320/08halloween2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265256343209039218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHKpMCcqx0cj9KiRWnRIg4ZndLibJsV2ymqy6g6zhgV6kB9-K6rhVM99nGtmiP1h6_k_UsRKWTM8oaNQbjy1A1uYzo0ebl6JVueZdVaTHI8zlK9IsLn3IL2hVa2rP8AkAk6SHALmTIRc/s1600-h/08+halloween3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilHKpMCcqx0cj9KiRWnRIg4ZndLibJsV2ymqy6g6zhgV6kB9-K6rhVM99nGtmiP1h6_k_UsRKWTM8oaNQbjy1A1uYzo0ebl6JVueZdVaTHI8zlK9IsLn3IL2hVa2rP8AkAk6SHALmTIRc/s320/08+halloween3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265256293391773650" /></a><br />pretty sure this night was awesome, hilarious and way too out of control...the stories are way too much to share on this hear site without writing a novel so for those of you that were there...i will share a few words: 503, karen, bathroom door handles, cabs, vladi, lemons and honey, 5.63 miles, and the jagermeisterKendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-18398244805152690912008-11-04T22:12:00.000-08:002008-11-04T22:32:39.206-08:00update and reminiscingso i did it... i fell into that world of online that is the obsessed, can't handle a lack of communication, have to constantly be in touch with everything at all times, world of technology...and i will admit i am thrilled about it because i have been wanting this damn phone for way too long...it is this kind of phone<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXWYeWt7MrK5p456g3eFCA7c2iGaIMnBEFpI28hf3K8RpOwlspAgd2F05FZB2ObO3NSi3xrTETXjoxR7NvnwJLDUMJxHbaNZWJQ4GyD8T18wnI0PSzgmLIJ9ju3HmId-tL4agLMM-HQY/s1600-h/Photo+974.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkXWYeWt7MrK5p456g3eFCA7c2iGaIMnBEFpI28hf3K8RpOwlspAgd2F05FZB2ObO3NSi3xrTETXjoxR7NvnwJLDUMJxHbaNZWJQ4GyD8T18wnI0PSzgmLIJ9ju3HmId-tL4agLMM-HQY/s320/Photo+974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265053648204995394" /></a><br />the blackberry kind...<br /><br />and I LOVE IT! i love going to dance practice and feeling like i am not leaving the office hanging...i love leaving at 5:30 and not feeling like i will miss something important...i love getting ready in the morning and not being in a panic feeling like i need to rush to the office to check the e-mail...no no this phone lets me take my world of work with me...this glorious little piece of equipment that i have, that i have put into a cute trendy hot pink skin, is basically one of the most awesome fabulous things i own (other than my vera wang)...oooh OOOH!<br /><br />also having this phone means that i have been forced to go through all of my old photos...and in follow-up to the post i did a few days ago...about the fabulous night of saturday sitting...i found this little beauty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILUcNsRcgVBJXNgOyoXUc9qV3O5qNpuw1etp0SqsQXE-Z1fXEhuN83hslZ14RcvaUOlm62ZS45BT54k9WKc6F3aEwo6ZIv3NMAd9CysXiEk-ycFrtQm9-FVFKrhQGyK3g0zC14bokCgg/s1600-h/1128071953.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjILUcNsRcgVBJXNgOyoXUc9qV3O5qNpuw1etp0SqsQXE-Z1fXEhuN83hslZ14RcvaUOlm62ZS45BT54k9WKc6F3aEwo6ZIv3NMAd9CysXiEk-ycFrtQm9-FVFKrhQGyK3g0zC14bokCgg/s320/1128071953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265056467321693298" /></a><br />this is my joseph last christmas trying out the candy cane decoration as a straw...not sure what it is with this kid and drinking out of random shit...but he's totally into it...if i remember correctly this picture was taken about 12 seconds before that entire jug of odwalla was spilled all over the kitchen floor...Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-45993406467451859462008-11-03T09:09:00.000-08:002008-11-03T10:55:16.683-08:00vote.i have never written anything at all that pertains to politics on my site...mostly because i am not a policital junky and would rather discuss the happenings of my everyday life as i find that much more entertaining...that's not to say i don't care about stuff, i have lots of thoughts about lots of things...but i just don't really like talking about them really. so i don't...at any rate i am going to post something in honor of tomorrow...it's election day so i feel like i should...<br /><br />it doesn't have anything to do with sides or who to vote for or anything like that...simply it has to do with the fact that you should vote...because really, that is the most important thing, regardless of sides...<br /><br />so don't be lazy...just go vote...it's important...and if that isn't enough reason...starbucks has added a little extra incentive, free coffee...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXB13hVL2Y8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dXB13hVL2Y8&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-74256025414142794272008-10-27T10:37:00.000-07:002008-10-27T11:00:57.185-07:00experimentsthere are a lot of hours i spend here at work reading blogs...and lots of those blogs are mommy blogs. (i know right? rough job having to sit at a computer reading blogs...no, no, trust me i understand the luxury of my job and count my blessings everyday that i get to do this all day long everyday with a fabulous group of awesome and talented pr girls...) <br /><br />at any rate, i read lots of stories about kids...and i'll admit sometimes i feel weird, like i am a stalker or something, reading all about these peoples lives - and i have never met them before in my life...but i love it nonetheless and mostly cause i think kids are hilarious and awesome...and someday i am going to have a few and blog about them and who knows maybe my blog will be so successful by then i will have rich advertisers on my site who want to pay enough dollars so i can be a stay-at-home mom...and play and do fun stuff all day...but until then i will read about other moms that do that and get my child fix from one of my three jobs - babysitting.<br /><br />so i have this family that i have babysat for, hmm...well since meggie was 2...and now she is 6! a whole 6 years old! so four years...and actually they have 4 kids...but mostly as the boys get a little older its usually just joseph (the youngest brother) and meggie and i...this was my saturday evening this past weekend...josh (the oldest) was gone for the weekend, and jonathan (the second oldest) was at a friends house...so joseph, meggie and i were left to play...our evening activities consisted of making dinner, making halloween cupcakes, making popcorn (yes LOTS and LOTS of making stuff...which means lots of cleaning for me...) and then we spent about 2 hours watching season 6 of full house...meggie currently has 3 seasons and is nothing shy of obsessed...but that's fine with me because i was one of the original full house fans and probably could watch that shit for hours...and trust me, DEFINITELY would rather watch full house than sydney white for the ninth time or the new barbie move - i don't even know the name (i feel like she is getting a new barbie movie every other month) but the one that is about the diamond castle with the old witch barbie lady trying to collect all the magical musical instruments? yeah i've seen that two times already in the past month...<br /><br />anyway full house was better and actually the three of us ended up having a pretty good time! but a night of babysitting wouldn't be complete without of one of joseph's fabulous experiments...lets see...in the past i have seen a sponge bob dvd melted and burnt in the microwave (thank you myth buster for showing a marathon the night i was asked to come sit), a scene that consisted of me walking into the kitchen to find a shirtless boy wearing nothing but pj bottoms 2 oven mits and holding a wooden meat pounder looking at a AA battery bent with battery powder laying around it on the counter, and a blown up sprite can completely deformed from being shook up and put into a bathroom sink full of boiling hot water...yes my little joseph is quite the experimentalist...<br /><br />i think i was out of the room...for about, well...maybe 17 seconds total? i went pee, came back and found this scene in the living room.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYnUiGsJgok47oAstOOH9UhgTmEc3me6bRuxECAgqPFmeg8mI_YaFRZ-UUErxlbsoy57Hbi8tlSUhcKsh5umkMYU8AmjGWLwhaI7Wfbjykj7gXnxD9fEDoOOEnbc3X84AmLCbdU9iCAk/s1600-h/IMG00005.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDYnUiGsJgok47oAstOOH9UhgTmEc3me6bRuxECAgqPFmeg8mI_YaFRZ-UUErxlbsoy57Hbi8tlSUhcKsh5umkMYU8AmjGWLwhaI7Wfbjykj7gXnxD9fEDoOOEnbc3X84AmLCbdU9iCAk/s320/IMG00005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261894034977840962" /></a><br />saturday's adventures consisted of sticking 23 straws together dragging it up the stairs to the second floor dropping it through the banister and having his little sister hold a cup of water on the main floor so he could hydrate upstairs without having to go all the way to the bathroom to get a sip of water...Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-19283743270116864312008-10-15T12:30:00.000-07:002008-10-15T12:53:16.531-07:00a day of reminiscingso it is brittney and i in the office today...and a decision was made a few minutes ago...it was decided because of this situation:<br /><br />i was in the bathroom a second ago a girl over at staccato was in there to...i was putting my hair in pig tails because my hair was nasty and bugging me (today is scrub day cause i am tired and went to america's best dance crew last night so that means i have to wear the tshirt to the office today...and pig tails go with tshirts i guess) anyway i hear "ooh that's fun!" and i was thinking what these sick pigtails? until i saw that she wasn't looking at me she was looking at the wall...and not so much the wall but the piece of paper hanging on the wall...it was a sign for the annual r/west halloween dress up and pumpkin carving contest...i came back into the office and told brittney about it...we had been discussing the other day about halloween and dressing up and going out and she is all worried cause she can't think of an amazing outfit...anyway i told her we needed to start brainstorming her costume because she would be participating in this...and as i tried to explain to her about last years adventures, burger king, sarah's finger pumpkin, etc...i thought it would just be easier to read her my blog about it...so i got on here, went and dug through the archives...and nothing! i can't seem to find it...and i swear i wrote about it...or maybe i meant to but forgot?? anyway that was annoying but the good news was i got to read about all the random adventures of those first few months of my job...its so funny reading about what i used to do and then knowing what i do now...and then for a second i got sad...cause guess what (not that you don't already know...cause im sure if anyone still reads this they do...)<br /><br />but i don't even blog about my job anymore! and that is lame. because my job is awesome. and also there are times like last friday when i had two beers and a shot of crown royal at my office that just need to be written about for memory sake...<br /><br />so that is going to be one of my new goals...to stay current on the blogging side of things...in work, personal and randomness...cause blogs are awesome and being dumb and not staying current is not awesome...so here's to awesomeness and my vow to be better at blogging (which i am pretty sure i have made several of in the last few months...and broken all of them...)<br /><br />ps - in other news...i tried a synergy drink for the first time today...it looks like this in case you don't know about them<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydfChKbFpd4ubI2DAzr75f6yajLTTx9h3tqXuNrkh_qqaSYpNH_jwZFIxsETGWRF7i0fTFqX8zdDdTBhgGPkVCFoMBRDJT6YuzxL7PCq5SWUqUE44UiwTn7m1rPWunMKxHhVUt0hjD10/s1600-h/synergy+drink.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiydfChKbFpd4ubI2DAzr75f6yajLTTx9h3tqXuNrkh_qqaSYpNH_jwZFIxsETGWRF7i0fTFqX8zdDdTBhgGPkVCFoMBRDJT6YuzxL7PCq5SWUqUE44UiwTn7m1rPWunMKxHhVUt0hjD10/s320/synergy+drink.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257468813646014578" /></a><br />now i don't think the one i am drinking is this flavor...mine is cosmic cranberry...but i'm drinking it, cause well...i thought it was cranberry juice...and it is DEFINITELY not cranberry juice...it is definitely pink easter egg dye...the kind that is solid vinegar but has been mixed with some club soda, yeast and something else that make my face cringe up like a little kid when you feed them nasty skank food...this stuff is suppose to be good for you but i'm pretty sure something this nasty isn't good for you...it tastes about as good as sipping on warm tequila from the bottom shelf of the bar...only when you are half way through the bottle you're not drunk which means you can still taste the nastyness till the very end.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-30901142146184059922008-09-24T08:04:00.000-07:002008-09-24T08:45:15.568-07:00my laker girlsso if i am not at the office...and not at home sleeping...you could probably make money on the fact that i am out at my other home in lake oswego...<br /><br />doing what i love most of all...coaching my amazing and beyond talented favorite girls - the laker dancers.<br /><br />these girls can sometimes drive me so crazy that if i didn't love having hair so much probably i would rip it out...in fact i had a dream last night about them and the part i remember most vivid was rolling on my stomach in the middle of the gym and pounding my fists screaming and crying...like i was two or something...i'm not sure why but i have a feeling it is something to do with the stress level i am at in preparing for friday nights game - i have no doubt that they will be nothing shy of fabulous (because they totally are...) it just takes lots of work to get them to fabulous :) at any rate, though they can drive me crazy i love them all to pieces.<br /><br />i'm pretty sure i can't imagine my life without them, nor would i want to. they teach me patience, they teach me how i must force myself to relax and laugh once in a while when stressed out, they teach me that a hug and a smile can fix almost anything, they teach me tolerance, they teach me compassion, they teach me the importance of getting to know someone and learning how different people respond to different things, they have taught me how to cut music, how to side braid, how its cool to wear hannah anderson striped pants with your uggs. <br /><br />they make me laugh. they make me cry. they make me want to be a better person so that they have someone to look up to or turn to if they need help. <br /><br />we have our second game coming up in two days. i am nervous for it. but very excited. they danced their first game two weeks ago and they were awesome. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxOvfdBnIfg1ojxuXDGwxUqLc5bCczakSiib4JQx4voDzylslvfn7gG3YvvuhjDPo1hh6jBSxnrytiEglwFgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />i am pretty sure i have found one of the things i was meant to spend my life doing...Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-30575962917106574482008-09-24T08:02:00.001-07:002008-09-24T08:04:33.312-07:00passed outhere is what happens when the wild cat runs like a crazy fool all around the house and is all like hey i have to do this really important stuff that requires me to not stop moving for one hour straight...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DA6EchMJda6N4PCzvG2rgPZnDmwaGSPy86K2zwBRXBhelrPW_jhsJD7fBLZjwXFtpbRfk4BCJPYoHD2dfLTxgA7LD3mt01ZwmSuaY7ppfylT73u5f8ptBwdGJjc3s39AfeVK82WP_jY/s1600-h/vera+tired.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5DA6EchMJda6N4PCzvG2rgPZnDmwaGSPy86K2zwBRXBhelrPW_jhsJD7fBLZjwXFtpbRfk4BCJPYoHD2dfLTxgA7LD3mt01ZwmSuaY7ppfylT73u5f8ptBwdGJjc3s39AfeVK82WP_jY/s320/vera+tired.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249603723826890610" /></a>Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-14137385024155338282008-09-05T09:45:00.000-07:002008-09-05T10:09:32.234-07:00the wild childok...so i know. im being such a slacker...and i dont even know why! cause i love blogging and writing and this whole world of online fabulousness...so i don't even know how to explain other than...my life is crazy busy...work is busy, coaching is busy, weekends are busy...and then when they are not...the last thing i feel like doing is being on computer sometimes cause i do that all day at work...anyway still i need to stay current because i blink and 300 new things happened that i should be writing about...<br /><br />anyway this wasn't an event...it's more of a comment slash informational dumb....<br /><br />it's about vera wang. she is cute. she has lots of fans...she has a sick name and she's fancy...but also i think the fancy ones are the trouble kind...the kind that god had to make extra cute so you would love them even though they bite you like you're the last piece of chicken on the earth...hang from your harm with their nails like you are a cliff and if you fall you will die...and attack like you are fighting for your life...the kind where you're in a corner and a killer is walking to you and you do any move you can think of--kicks, bites, stabs, eye poking, machetes to the boy parts...anything...vera is fierce...and not the tyra banks in faux fur boots kind of fierce...shes like half lion i think....wild, uncontrollable and extremely irritating until she runs crazy long enough where she literally just walks up to you, falls over and goes to sleep.<br /><br />here shes is -- my little precious angle (of death)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7ZgUHE76OY8h30CCvE3evjSIHZpUbbiXRPWKCsPQ04Bsre0BOS_gXurGvZvErpL_xy-JEDOOl_nYwiHeGbdNqcRbHXjMWoa-o_pAOub5gd8kv-QtW5-aPVeirlgekFtM0c_Bpp6CNjE/s1600-h/CIMG5250.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV7ZgUHE76OY8h30CCvE3evjSIHZpUbbiXRPWKCsPQ04Bsre0BOS_gXurGvZvErpL_xy-JEDOOl_nYwiHeGbdNqcRbHXjMWoa-o_pAOub5gd8kv-QtW5-aPVeirlgekFtM0c_Bpp6CNjE/s320/CIMG5250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582624776187858" /></a><br />oh yes, she looks cute here...in this still photo...but she scaled the wood counter to get up there...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWqrcqriSMFbWXIVOQJoIuoLB5tr9H_RXXk5Ovrm5R69_brorWxhvHKsCtnDDPge0GzkbAXOT1aQZ_GrAJodqvVmPsP-f_dszs72SOpi-Rd6keAbf8iN_LslpdwhviKQwVcC9u-F_GHQ/s1600-h/CIMG5208.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWqrcqriSMFbWXIVOQJoIuoLB5tr9H_RXXk5Ovrm5R69_brorWxhvHKsCtnDDPge0GzkbAXOT1aQZ_GrAJodqvVmPsP-f_dszs72SOpi-Rd6keAbf8iN_LslpdwhviKQwVcC9u-F_GHQ/s320/CIMG5208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582832344426546" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyAbKNdqQDd6q0p9z6B43IhCsi9hQjnT2rfr_ixfo40m0Mbyr7dhRFT2eDnEDG0EmktTh0Sk1ibH0N1ee44i7C3_E-RBZKgfAk95oDzPHqWd2eXVVTklGaqU4mkowb8HnNSEabw46kMg/s1600-h/CIMG5202.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOyAbKNdqQDd6q0p9z6B43IhCsi9hQjnT2rfr_ixfo40m0Mbyr7dhRFT2eDnEDG0EmktTh0Sk1ibH0N1ee44i7C3_E-RBZKgfAk95oDzPHqWd2eXVVTklGaqU4mkowb8HnNSEabw46kMg/s320/CIMG5202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242582944111279874" /></a><br /><br />shes a wild child for sure...but in all fairness vera isn't all crazy...and i got this fabulous kitty palace that she loves from my friend emily...(pictures to come...cause she climbs that shit like its her job) and it uses lots of her energy...plus she likes her hot pink mouse and her big nasty parrot my grandma got her from the thrift shop at the nursing home for 50 cents (she sleeps with it)...so when she is done playing with all of her toys...let me tell you, that little tiny adorable snuggly tiny meowing baby, is my favorite...i love her...<br /><br />but i spank her ass a lot...Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-33209593453411844262008-08-22T16:20:00.000-07:002008-08-22T16:25:02.179-07:00new lookit's time...to learn about the world of fancy blogs...<br /><br />see i have stuck with the same layout for a long time...the kind of layout that is the quick easy -pre made kind. i think i want to get into photography more and maybe even some graphic designing...i am being very inspired with a lot of blogs i have been researching at work...especially some of the mom bloggers. <br /><br />it will probably take forever for me to get it underway and get it going...because god only knows getting home before nine...having time to eat dinner and depending on the night do a load of laundry, take the garbage out, put away the clean clothes, do the dishes (no disher washer...love it...that will be a luxury i will be happy to have again someday!), put the dishes away, clean the toiled, scrub the bathroom sink/mirror...yeah i hardly have any time...and mostly all i want to do is just lay and read a book when i am home and snuggle kitten...<br /><br />so it may take a while to get this going...but im taking the first step...and changing the background of my blog...more changes to come...! stay tuned.<br /><br />im off to bend to teach nwdc camp with durante...should be an adventure. cause with durante everythings an adventure...bet your excited for monday's blog.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-11200771770680460192008-08-20T19:54:00.001-07:002008-08-20T20:08:46.495-07:00vera wang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5EZ3MY49ae8myv2MMtudEzSHW4jvSAbuYmwSHDtCQU4dzOMGe_XtsvJUu5Y-WDX_1Xy_yEl5s24GuovkWKwxWIlT3QrGmvb_ujK8uvaMf9otfSqqcnak6gZvcqDvA3dp08UaMQgYJEg/s1600-h/CIMG0537_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV5EZ3MY49ae8myv2MMtudEzSHW4jvSAbuYmwSHDtCQU4dzOMGe_XtsvJUu5Y-WDX_1Xy_yEl5s24GuovkWKwxWIlT3QrGmvb_ujK8uvaMf9otfSqqcnak6gZvcqDvA3dp08UaMQgYJEg/s320/CIMG0537_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236799496338984850" /></a><br />meet vera wang.<br /><br />we got her on sunday night ...sister and i did. <br /><br />it took us 4 days to figure out her name...but we were committed to making the decision tonight because otherwise her name would have just ended up being kitty....<br /><br />mostly we have a family cat name louis vuitton...we call him louis...pronounced "lewis"<br />so keeping in the family tradition of fancy names we decided to go with vera wang..."vera" for short.<br /><br />and the plus side is that i like to talk about wangs so when she does bad stuff like begs for food...i will just say "wang NO!"<br /><br />so welcome vera...to the world of fabulous bitchassness...little did you know that when you were adopted off that farm in oregon city from a mom that hunts mice in a field for a living --that you would be leaving to join a world where you wear fancy pearls, hunt mice that are only fake. and pink. and sparkly...and walk around like you are the shit with an awesome ass name like vera. cause if you are going to be my kitty you have to have a bad ass name.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-25240210878790147172008-08-14T16:45:00.000-07:002008-08-14T17:08:01.337-07:00thursdaysi have gone back and forth with thursdays for a long time...i remember the days about when i had piano lessons on thursdays...the thing is i love to play piano...i always have...but the other thing is piano lessons were basically equivalent to getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist...minus the nervous diarrhea...but painful nonetheless...<br /><br />then i remember for a few years when i liked thursdays...thursdays meant thirsty thursday...take a shower, get all cute and fancy...then go to the smoky crap ass bar down the street to get your cute clean self smelling like spilled bottom shelf well vodka and pbr from a pitcher. but something about dancing till 2am on a school night with all of your friends...trying to walk through taco bell drive thrus (doesn't matter how many times you try...they never. ever...serve you. ever)...and deciding a buffet of chicken nuggets, home made nachos, and fruit snacks (the berry shaped kind from costco) on the floor in the living room is a better idea...means that thursday nights are actually quite fun. <br /><br />well...i think i am back to thinking that thursdays really aren't the greatest day...something about wednesday is when they are over you are all like sweet made it halfway through the week...but the reality is thursday still comes and it isn't really friday yet but you feel like it should be friday...cause already the first part of the week is over...and when the first part is over basically the whole thing should be over...<br /><br />whatever. mostly all i know is it is 445 and this is the office this afternoon.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0AI5e_55UR9U5C7LuO9OiVTxdelsSYpWO9PZaylADyX5D30A-doyf3jPYcLEcXk8pTwxEqrLIEfq2HH81LUnxrnLVvqIXJdcJFXAFmu1SBl04kxIzlyBAtI_AnI9A8a7wgWJxy4HOb0/s1600-h/CIMG5171.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD0AI5e_55UR9U5C7LuO9OiVTxdelsSYpWO9PZaylADyX5D30A-doyf3jPYcLEcXk8pTwxEqrLIEfq2HH81LUnxrnLVvqIXJdcJFXAFmu1SBl04kxIzlyBAtI_AnI9A8a7wgWJxy4HOb0/s320/CIMG5171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234526453823881042" /></a><br />me "hey jules...why do have that block of cheese on your desk?"<br />j "i dunno. i was gonna put it in the fridge but i forgot"<br />question. does cheese sitting on a desk all day long cause kashi if you decide to eat it the next day? (for those just being introduced to kashi...think fiber...mixed with prunes, dried apricots, metamucil, and probably a little raw hamburger that has some bacteria on it.)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQtBRXA3ParsWUh6-_RqQr_mXtt7VcKDlWQX-XQriMi_CtlbW2zv4I6Sg8Jd10xJVUOrUAE0ki3EzWXfG3ACjvxCW5gYwsEx9prunr26c51nwlCKT5MVYBvPkrpXTU0vBsEHpG5wl3eo/s1600-h/CIMG5173.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQtBRXA3ParsWUh6-_RqQr_mXtt7VcKDlWQX-XQriMi_CtlbW2zv4I6Sg8Jd10xJVUOrUAE0ki3EzWXfG3ACjvxCW5gYwsEx9prunr26c51nwlCKT5MVYBvPkrpXTU0vBsEHpG5wl3eo/s320/CIMG5173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234527091765946642" /></a><br />recorder "duh.nuh ...duuuh.nuuuuh... duh.nuh... duh.nuh...DUH.NUH...DUUUUUH.NUUUH"<br />question. why is shark week only on once a year? pretty sure discovery needs to learn about making a shark month.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh307jBQbLUqce2YSb8LXWdq93P46K3Jiy3iXMGSTm_hAb7pMl7yKTRu6J4bOpeubM1XQfM771LFlMgU4kHhc8cFb6mJIYre19KCxoIXWic96r-fpkHepcnxDr7P1OVlk41vxuWGjL7hWk/s1600-h/CIMG5174.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh307jBQbLUqce2YSb8LXWdq93P46K3Jiy3iXMGSTm_hAb7pMl7yKTRu6J4bOpeubM1XQfM771LFlMgU4kHhc8cFb6mJIYre19KCxoIXWic96r-fpkHepcnxDr7P1OVlk41vxuWGjL7hWk/s320/CIMG5174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234528141175017138" /></a><br />me "heather? heather? ......heeeather?"<br />question. where's heather?<br /><br />as for me? 39 minutes...not that i am counting or anything.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-83007149513704221002008-08-13T13:31:00.000-07:002008-08-13T13:59:13.361-07:00why i love them.laker dancers...<br /><br />i love them for many reasons. here are some.<br /><br />1. they work hard. not just one of them...but all of them...and also they work hard every single practice (well most of them, hehe...but no, for reals...they do)...probably cause if they didn't they know what would happen...cuts and stuff... but mostly they work their little butts off...they run till they get naucious...they leap until they hit it perfect...they turn till they can't see straight...and then they do more things.<br /><br />2. they choreography amazing things. that means that the routines they perform...were created by all of us...together. coaches and dancers. and we do amazing things.<br /><br />3. their technique is amazing...even if i constantly yell at them and tell them they are not dancing on their toes, or high enough in releve, or have barf pointed toes...and make them do things a million times in a row...mostly they are the best technical team in all of the state...and i love them for that.<br /><br />4. i love that i can push them and they don't get discouraged...a place the bar as high as i can reach and they try to not only grab it but fly over it.<br /><br />5. they are dedicated. they ask for more practices...they ask to run (even though they hate it)...they ask for choreography sessions...they ask where to take class...they ask for private technique help...they are self motivators who want to be the best they can be...and i appreciate that more than they know.<br /><br />and the reasons why i love them even more...<br /><br />6. they like to take silly pictures.<br /><br />7. they love disneyworld.<br /><br />8. they love to give and get hugs<br /><br />9. when someone is crying or frustrated everyone helps to make it better<br /><br />10. they love each other like sisters and like to wear matching friendship bracelets<br /><br />11. they love to eat...especially brunch...and pasta feeds<br /><br />12. they love uggs, boots with the fur, apple bottom jeans, tshirts with the necks cut out, and old grandma night gowns<br /><br />13. they love to look at themselves in the mirror<br /><br />14. they love to text message<br /><br />15. they love games, and races, and obstacle courses<br /><br />16. they love to dance in the car, by the car...sometimes on the car<br /><br />there will be many things to learn about them i am sure...but for now learn about denise work outs to boots with the fur, running in red white and blue, pyt, 8:08 of 8/8/08, dem jeans, medium awkward, ventriloquists abc's, and missy elliot...<br /><br />meet them...they are awesome.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pnK5VsB-bc0DO15_r6tcZSFwqff6UwdeurN_HonXZox1PZtsxx2Np0QkQpcIVO-aQGgBc-lxzgjvF2QsLOaQKEGFWi9wqIpy4migEACizhjqPQbRhCEXRPWyy59qPSD2IgVv3_Ajeao/s1600-h/CIMG5167.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8pnK5VsB-bc0DO15_r6tcZSFwqff6UwdeurN_HonXZox1PZtsxx2Np0QkQpcIVO-aQGgBc-lxzgjvF2QsLOaQKEGFWi9wqIpy4migEACizhjqPQbRhCEXRPWyy59qPSD2IgVv3_Ajeao/s320/CIMG5167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234100611557811138" border="0"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLs-zr8wGxiuk6bKtvcnl6PkwVAVyqkx8sxGekChHDazousNRMcIrl4xqt5w1CaWtcm8vibElSPJ_C6kXXRyDpUaefnmheQzOaB5HOfBOpswWbWv8Rh1oCOlj7Pm_HzN_OV23p44IuDE/s1600-h/CIMG5153.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" 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/><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyqXpNhUXbfxpVL2zYZdktEwoD6ZVBAWO8eCok4iDN22GEsXMhVNjMFhTU3OD1o3EQ3fJu1nrV_59bIxij8vQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-81456426128590728202008-08-12T15:37:00.000-07:002008-08-12T15:51:07.284-07:00hands in the ayyyer....i guess the title is hands in the ayyyer cause that was the song that i heard 12 times when we were boating...but its whatever cause basically now anytime i hear that song i think of hard core water sporting...the kind of hard core that means cutting wakes, s.i.c.k. flipping, and dominating the river.<br /><br />basically pictures say it all...so lets recap.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFsC71_FSzBk_XOr7qKgv8OY-RkxmUQCFfjxK5FzlVvZlScyM541OY3FICami4NTVk57Xisr1k01Hj6aTPu0tIaj9ymh_H7wJwaBOO32pyE3XyZBbtK8Aa6H-eHyv5VHk_4miDlWYNO4/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093560_9192.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFsC71_FSzBk_XOr7qKgv8OY-RkxmUQCFfjxK5FzlVvZlScyM541OY3FICami4NTVk57Xisr1k01Hj6aTPu0tIaj9ymh_H7wJwaBOO32pyE3XyZBbtK8Aa6H-eHyv5VHk_4miDlWYNO4/s320/n1120110987_30093560_9192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233764694178785986" /></a><br />this is danielle and i..<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR859mdHq_jTgmvys3UUzVyG1a2YB2-HDwbGbkFo2UP7zFJXjpY9H1NjV__XVkJH0t7qfnO02YU9jNSnPEssullErxAItj5qPBxJuXO5in1ayG7wFWpX5f9pR5_BJ38VwLCyqe98RY6pU/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093580_7643.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR859mdHq_jTgmvys3UUzVyG1a2YB2-HDwbGbkFo2UP7zFJXjpY9H1NjV__XVkJH0t7qfnO02YU9jNSnPEssullErxAItj5qPBxJuXO5in1ayG7wFWpX5f9pR5_BJ38VwLCyqe98RY6pU/s320/n1120110987_30093580_7643.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233764826176880546" /></a><br />this is me with my hands in the ayer looking hard core i guess?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVW9zdXY2g8igXQpAaUh6qU_9LjReonwVuHam4LzQzHfDMID6ElI7X165zeGV3hkqaDzctP_DtlxUbQIk6zGcPyL0fgDcYR0awlKpU3zjdbCRmf_1ERBpyY0dFXJVHKP-1TE4uoGEuIk/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093556_7815.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaVW9zdXY2g8igXQpAaUh6qU_9LjReonwVuHam4LzQzHfDMID6ElI7X165zeGV3hkqaDzctP_DtlxUbQIk6zGcPyL0fgDcYR0awlKpU3zjdbCRmf_1ERBpyY0dFXJVHKP-1TE4uoGEuIk/s320/n1120110987_30093556_7815.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233765005983536546" /></a><br />cause learn about these skills. i totally dominate...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTWcf9iqG47fbI5pB8NMrWE_qpqLucTmxDRb-u-eIWorWITTslt8CadCA5a2yv5EPxJ8T4bwR9Q3K5nxa9KkJUBljeXjeZLjWXHSU0QIdeNFF9mt_jpFHHa37MMc1U9nuCs6TE8Ubzq0/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093557_8186.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYTWcf9iqG47fbI5pB8NMrWE_qpqLucTmxDRb-u-eIWorWITTslt8CadCA5a2yv5EPxJ8T4bwR9Q3K5nxa9KkJUBljeXjeZLjWXHSU0QIdeNFF9mt_jpFHHa37MMc1U9nuCs6TE8Ubzq0/s320/n1120110987_30093557_8186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233765164584138594" /></a><br />i am totally cutting the wake even though it may look like it was about to cut me and i was about to eat shit...<br /><br />ok..so lets be real here...<br />only michael (brother) could jump the wake, and flip...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj895yJQps9JMo4VWWj7rXFKVzf5Exwb_beUoBjQ2aY9rApFwIBCMvt8WESLnxgBbtSuLJNahHCpaTvGwtu8Q-04ue4ExiFda_oJKLkN5UTMHViQusymqQcAE2GDd5LGrEBoEMeCReAtww/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093555_7771.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj895yJQps9JMo4VWWj7rXFKVzf5Exwb_beUoBjQ2aY9rApFwIBCMvt8WESLnxgBbtSuLJNahHCpaTvGwtu8Q-04ue4ExiFda_oJKLkN5UTMHViQusymqQcAE2GDd5LGrEBoEMeCReAtww/s320/n1120110987_30093555_7771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233765424499596738" /></a><br />i looked retarded. and i was bad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqy2UGI7WgHVe6de-YVUPgHjjlrmzVXlTQ37OHmrgPj1crBtQe-wmU-GW6mrsAhKSomlJrmfS7f9KZyKZEgj0bfekXAkqiVUiDndLXw1lIP8bLkNZewNk5Kcra2A9DwiOOdbtx6_UyLTY/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093568_5101.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqy2UGI7WgHVe6de-YVUPgHjjlrmzVXlTQ37OHmrgPj1crBtQe-wmU-GW6mrsAhKSomlJrmfS7f9KZyKZEgj0bfekXAkqiVUiDndLXw1lIP8bLkNZewNk5Kcra2A9DwiOOdbtx6_UyLTY/s320/n1120110987_30093568_5101.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233765514304802498" /></a><br />i'm also pretty sure she just rode around holding this up cause it was less effort to hold it up the whole time i was out there rather than putting it up and down for every time that i fell...<br /><br />but just to be fair...it was my first time wake boarding! also i got up every single time (including the first) without falling...and the only time i did fall was when i was trying to get out of the wake and cut across to the other side...so really i wasn't too horrible...and next time...i am going to just cut that shit so hard and jump as high as i can just to see how much air i get...it will make for a good picture :) just wait for it.<br /><br />one thing i was good at was eating these fish<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcQt1BO9fhHQWL0GBM_nX5Zfzltv_t7wADx4I9KCrogCPUw5p7si-Mdgwnf9qx6GQAEIWJN0FrDoXaBqb1O3ikNM0lNmbfeqxsrKPylsUAoOwghtpV1nvauPrazwCJx9oJmxQ9szVQ7Q/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093566_4438.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcQt1BO9fhHQWL0GBM_nX5Zfzltv_t7wADx4I9KCrogCPUw5p7si-Mdgwnf9qx6GQAEIWJN0FrDoXaBqb1O3ikNM0lNmbfeqxsrKPylsUAoOwghtpV1nvauPrazwCJx9oJmxQ9szVQ7Q/s320/n1120110987_30093566_4438.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233766090335708242" /></a><br />and also d and i were good at tubing. we had it down to an art..."your side...my side"..."YOUR SIDE PLEASE!" pretty sure the only times we went flying off was when our bottoms were around our knees...cause flying around with the chach hanging out ...kind of inappropriate...<br /><br />this is danielle, she is really good at skiing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGl3ADeupv2YELyUJ8Wg1Bj9Pf_pie0hjxpoE2H_A3P03QD1uaB1wqY6wFTjJlZnJlw5rAiFGsHDg27uB3w2wQPlTvyLGLaiiNArhMYkB3obEWbM-jfXXK4XqGBjImiulePVwGwfXvDo/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093553_7109.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGl3ADeupv2YELyUJ8Wg1Bj9Pf_pie0hjxpoE2H_A3P03QD1uaB1wqY6wFTjJlZnJlw5rAiFGsHDg27uB3w2wQPlTvyLGLaiiNArhMYkB3obEWbM-jfXXK4XqGBjImiulePVwGwfXvDo/s320/n1120110987_30093553_7109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233766542095168338" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaFBqRfX8qt1CYOa-QRc26hDAXVpSO78b5Y9KyWbq4HDkfXdpehAecFNs-dohOsrq03BV0Ppzcoogi0JZFq_ehwooLoi9f5aovYea6pdcui3J52vHFpsVI-JQxdjhAWo23rwy3-XWkUI/s1600-h/n1120110987_30093570_5816.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaFBqRfX8qt1CYOa-QRc26hDAXVpSO78b5Y9KyWbq4HDkfXdpehAecFNs-dohOsrq03BV0Ppzcoogi0JZFq_ehwooLoi9f5aovYea6pdcui3J52vHFpsVI-JQxdjhAWo23rwy3-XWkUI/s320/n1120110987_30093570_5816.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233766682526160946" /></a>Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-30362572094470155592008-08-12T15:07:00.000-07:002008-08-12T15:24:06.913-07:00catch up or somethingwell apparently my little game didn't go so well...that probably means no one reads my blog. sweet ha.<br /><br />but whatever. i don't blame people cause something about me lately is i have been so freaking busy ...my blog has been paying the price.<br /><br />so in lue of my new resolution to stay on top of blogging i am going to work on also catching up...probably not on everything cause i am pretty sure even if i tired i wouldn't remember most of the stuff i have been doing there has been so much...i mean i remember the general stuff, but that's boring to write about...the good stuff is the random ass shit that happens in between all the fancy big events...<br /><br />so the first catch up will be dedicated to the wild east.<br /><br />i know the term is wild wild west...but we didn't go west, we went east...to hood river...that is where my first ever camping trip took place.<br /><br />but really, just to be honest...i probably shouldn't count it as my first real camping trip. i mean i slept in a tent. and there was dirt, and i didn't shower...for a day...but the tent was in a field...we peed in a house...we cooked in a kitchen...we ate on a deck...at a table...we rode ATVs from the house to the field where the tents were...which also meant that instead of trekking all our crap to the camp site we drove it there...but whatever...mostly all i know about is how i had to drink vodka sprite out of an empty beer bottle cause we didn't have cups...so basically that means camping to me...plus i peed in the grass once.<br /><br />here are some pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39lfp0kmajBKfGD2aUDbrqrV69-bZbCE40tw_UZhtXxZSyJftepLkF4TjuyzGlLfidGG64WMsA4A9tO6IdpNhCjr-uZUVC_OvJvQnJkFPlRfsOtN400fy8tz4AlePLRBFGAN6YbaZjx4/s1600-h/CIMG5051.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj39lfp0kmajBKfGD2aUDbrqrV69-bZbCE40tw_UZhtXxZSyJftepLkF4TjuyzGlLfidGG64WMsA4A9tO6IdpNhCjr-uZUVC_OvJvQnJkFPlRfsOtN400fy8tz4AlePLRBFGAN6YbaZjx4/s320/CIMG5051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233759123181177138" /></a><br />this was my view when i woke up :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBZbMQqHUoQZ04WOsZlsN5SwsCUqqMGhfKYXT-z90v5ujhC7VKjHPf-K0bfOdbvIQ7hZaj8nZ3vnfHAbzBxnD3FNzmShylw4AAvtjJSkTojxqzl8KKRjvTQcWip0uZbW1g7U50FPdyQA/s1600-h/CIMG5049.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBZbMQqHUoQZ04WOsZlsN5SwsCUqqMGhfKYXT-z90v5ujhC7VKjHPf-K0bfOdbvIQ7hZaj8nZ3vnfHAbzBxnD3FNzmShylw4AAvtjJSkTojxqzl8KKRjvTQcWip0uZbW1g7U50FPdyQA/s320/CIMG5049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233759318113125186" /></a><br />this is us driving on the ATV<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8FqDQppFBqO7EMxl8g0HA2ewNLOZnNR1qvi7zstNBVwMhi1hjfbYLkfWWMshefzNwogyOK9bKsjNpKjWrcjo1nj9JADaZH18f4p9JHW1eMbNl2a74CaQtXD49Z3kGcTA2GF-X_1eByc/s1600-h/CIMG5056.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV8FqDQppFBqO7EMxl8g0HA2ewNLOZnNR1qvi7zstNBVwMhi1hjfbYLkfWWMshefzNwogyOK9bKsjNpKjWrcjo1nj9JADaZH18f4p9JHW1eMbNl2a74CaQtXD49Z3kGcTA2GF-X_1eByc/s320/CIMG5056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233759468175042066" /></a><br />more views...<br /><br />there are also lots of other pictures...like ones about the 17 wild turkeys we saw on the trail...what my hair looked like after sleeping a whole night in the wind storm of a tent...ones about setting up the tents...and others where i used the tent as a super man cape. but tara has those kinds...so i working on getting them and when i do ...there will be a part two to this...<br /><br />one thing i decided about camping in hood river though is that in my lifetime i will try kite boarding...because i learned about wake boarding this summer...(post still to come) and i learned about surfing this summer...<a href="http://ktowndncr.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-in-paradise.html">learn about it in this post from when i went to hawaii</a>. i basically loved doing both of those things...so pretty sure i would like to learn about kite boarding...also i loved hood river...the town. and i bought the book twilight. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeBe5V43DP6WVPrev1Stnoj5qvY7hSWrMlnjEgXAmYQDhy0xP7xzg8oeGCrv-oqdOsVlJSK84LT8KGYX33oB-8hqUmnUroI3PTxbgt_TgiUFc-92vTax-pE8d7HB7khxELjBOzjj9EFM/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOeBe5V43DP6WVPrev1Stnoj5qvY7hSWrMlnjEgXAmYQDhy0xP7xzg8oeGCrv-oqdOsVlJSK84LT8KGYX33oB-8hqUmnUroI3PTxbgt_TgiUFc-92vTax-pE8d7HB7khxELjBOzjj9EFM/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233760432220496930" /></a> <br />which i currently am not very far into...but i hear it is fabulous fantastic...and i will be taking it with me this weekend to the beach...so im sure i will be writing about that soon too.Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-17012222531792583052008-08-10T11:27:00.000-07:002008-08-10T11:52:38.219-07:00random saturdays...so in response to joels comment on my "favorite memory" post...here is a long over due outline of what was random saturday night...<br /><br />the theme - to be hella random...to do random things, take shots at random bars, go ro random places, and basically walk around the entire downtown portland area.<br /><br />we started at what used to be newport bay on the water front...well technically brett and i started at the jolly roger...a fancy little bar that you would probably expect to see in old vegas...hella bling. we made friends with a local/regular...whatev. it was kind of awesome...<br /><br />anyway then we went to what used to be newport bay...long islands and fish tacos...totally delicious ha.<br /><br />then we walked to pattys but on the walk we had to take some pictures.<br />one because brett had to pee<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bWiF_Ulclydt4Dpi73G3AloeMQwjq4mWUMyHu6_B98aMFPqmGzmKp43h3mnNjXiSbrj-jCMgNAygdN54NfrBSH-wZ4BgObWnnw4oAfM5LCth0auzA3pQIfjJlRUdoq0bifoHRezrY58/s1600-h/CIMG4627.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4bWiF_Ulclydt4Dpi73G3AloeMQwjq4mWUMyHu6_B98aMFPqmGzmKp43h3mnNjXiSbrj-jCMgNAygdN54NfrBSH-wZ4BgObWnnw4oAfM5LCth0auzA3pQIfjJlRUdoq0bifoHRezrY58/s320/CIMG4627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232958439776791058" /></a><br />and going potty under the hawthorn bridge in a public bathroom is usually always a good idea...(skank ass nasty! eew i didnt even know there were public bathrooms under the hawthorn bridge!)<br /><br />emily and i also saw lots of people swimming in that sick fountain on the water front...you know, the one that looks cool but smells like ass..? pretty sure if you want stds, ecoli, hepetius, tb....that's the place you should go...i'm mean really...who says "ooh hey, its a sunny saturday evening lets go lay in the middle of the waterfront, play in that skank fountain and show everyone our love handles and fat rolls..." cute.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WXlbjyYk_c9QSzX8IneCrpOKNWkv8WwT9kr0N_KoyFRcq2J8i8VCTbIVU6yHhWPdtNaILBI74m-_AYF1CY52UY1_SLHMfVs0-yTn8sJJQdiSZ2DihFOCsyYo0AhMVjIuv96inEloaqU/s1600-h/CIMG4628.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WXlbjyYk_c9QSzX8IneCrpOKNWkv8WwT9kr0N_KoyFRcq2J8i8VCTbIVU6yHhWPdtNaILBI74m-_AYF1CY52UY1_SLHMfVs0-yTn8sJJQdiSZ2DihFOCsyYo0AhMVjIuv96inEloaqU/s320/CIMG4628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232959769485707522" /></a><br />the picture isn't really about us...its really about those girls behind us...<br /><br />anyway we saw fancy stuff...and it wasn't really the good kind of fancy stuff...<br />other fancy stuff that wasn't good?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAUFIicwTM2-pksvgKX5sgiZH2JCtzgpqPtE3kH2ZMqvhmWs-jaUE1EOGMdfbhRkVj08Gcp7U-8O3RHsJKA6JlkUM_JOtIjp7f7LMyq9PT4jIUQzeKTq0lLoP7tzVC8BjNNfsIMG6Grc/s1600-h/CIMG4633.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOAUFIicwTM2-pksvgKX5sgiZH2JCtzgpqPtE3kH2ZMqvhmWs-jaUE1EOGMdfbhRkVj08Gcp7U-8O3RHsJKA6JlkUM_JOtIjp7f7LMyq9PT4jIUQzeKTq0lLoP7tzVC8BjNNfsIMG6Grc/s320/CIMG4633.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232960165831369874" /></a><br />naked bike parades.<br />"and after we are done playing in the disease infested fountains...lets go bike naked through the city...and have our wangs flapping around....for everyone, their dogs, their kids, their parents, their friends..to see..that's appropriate and not barf at all"<br /><br />seriously.<br />that required us to turn the evening into a pub crawl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aTVjblrb7Ko1cqSTn97rFZyfKbrUVSJGB7NSymuopnkSg3S0hquVT6ALJgrcAvubYPouFXpgX92h8-0l20SC5jw50myD2ek0eSVkaCDXjtJ-gS_upL4DYJ4Es2OIpqfYjc0PGXMJ13I/s1600-h/CIMG4634.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aTVjblrb7Ko1cqSTn97rFZyfKbrUVSJGB7NSymuopnkSg3S0hquVT6ALJgrcAvubYPouFXpgX92h8-0l20SC5jw50myD2ek0eSVkaCDXjtJ-gS_upL4DYJ4Es2OIpqfYjc0PGXMJ13I/s320/CIMG4634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232962325111668626" /></a><br /><br />and mostly required us to take pictures on rainbow benches and do other awesome stuff<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk7siM77ui_zjlp6SL0ugRg7xSoBePiSbIfvR2XUxQjue1vreut4pUe6lI8LJLIHPtJf_VbLUHVfOvcu1IVv7ndImnmIVC_27CvA0oS-Rat3eVco7FgQcaXNdsrJrujTJXm3py_G96ek/s1600-h/CIMG4647.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixk7siM77ui_zjlp6SL0ugRg7xSoBePiSbIfvR2XUxQjue1vreut4pUe6lI8LJLIHPtJf_VbLUHVfOvcu1IVv7ndImnmIVC_27CvA0oS-Rat3eVco7FgQcaXNdsrJrujTJXm3py_G96ek/s320/CIMG4647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232962655386321010" /></a><br />pretty sure i could write all day about random saturday, the people we saw, the drinks we drank, the places we went...but somethings are just better left unwritten about!<br /><br />or left up to imaginations - stuff like hummus and skin swords and comacauzies and dixies and construction manzanas and duck farts and pleather skirts and taras dad.<br /><br />thanks joel... definitely one of the favorite memorable events. :)<br /><br />on a side note...this just reminds me...that i really need to stay on top of my blogging, its kind of sad really...cause i do so much random shit...its a shame not to write it all down...so pledging to trying to catch up/stay on top...of this ridiculous world of mine. that i totally love.! cause it is fancy and fabulous and the word machete and cut and bitch is used alot in it...and those words are awesome, people should learn about them if they haven't yet...they make living lots more fun!Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6731532204455125064.post-36102941194819648092008-08-06T17:27:00.000-07:002008-08-06T17:31:42.137-07:00memoryso i am trying a game. i learned about it from a blog i sometimes read...plus, i was wondering how many people actually even read my blog...if any, ha and probably not many now cause my blog is probably pretty boring considering i hardly write on it! I am hoping that next week will mark a special week...a week were i am back into the world of blogging on a regular basis! but anyway...if you are a loyal reader and are checking this...in hopes that i have posted SOMETHING? anything...? here it is...and here are the rules.<br /><br />1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!<br />2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you, promise. and you will probably love it too. cause i'll remember the good kinds of memories...the kinds when once when we were little and i was with you and sister at the playground and you pooped your pants and i made you go down the slide cause that's what older sisters are suppose to do when you are little. <br /><br />alright...now play the game cause probably it's fun :)Kendallhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16829898831393789868noreply@blogger.com1