<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111</id><updated>2011-06-06T17:46:17.994-06:00</updated><category term='happy hour'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Pendleton'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='personal'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='party'/><category term='myspace'/><category term='work'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Our Laughs...</title><subtitle type='html'>My kids and I love to laugh. We love to joke. We love to explore. We love to use sarcasm. We love to make others laugh. And we love eachother...a lot!
The address for this blog was used because almost daily my Bella will ask "Mom, why'd you do that?". And I always ask "Did it make you laugh?". And when she says "yes" I say "That's why I did it...". 
Most of the time it's true but sometimes I am covering up something dorky I've just done!
~A small window into our world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-9176895245968420258</id><published>2009-05-20T19:09:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:32:36.640-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>In Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A couple weekends ago we actually had a clear calendar and took full advantage of it. After finishing some chores at home we went to the park. It was such a beautiful day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best of all...I grabbed my camera and left my phone in the car! We spent over 4 hours at the park exploring, finding a baby bird nest (more on that later), swinging, playing catch and just hanging out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When I downloaded the pictures later I was cracking up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here are four photos that pretty much sum up my kids' relationship. For the most part they get along fantastically but at times I just want to strangle them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's Kaleb at the top seeing Bella struggling a bit and offering to help her up. But wait...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338079767098644562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/ShSrRAydWFI/AAAAAAAABFM/YHzrs_5GxdU/s320/2009_0509dayatthepark+122.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's only so he can torture her!! Check out his face...so funny! I can't tell you how many times I've had to say "that's just what big brothers do" or "it's in the little sister hand book".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338082130430170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/ShStak4ml3I/AAAAAAAABFs/fTXsYs6IPIo/s320/2009_0509dayatthepark+124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But here he is once again helping her out. They're a great team. When they put their mind to something they work great together getting it done.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080404020895538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/ShSr2FgjnzI/AAAAAAAABFc/l1-YiW2j9bY/s320/2009_0509dayatthepark+175.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And at the end of the day they're best buds and share a ton of laughs...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhhh&lt;/span&gt; don't tell them I told you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338080592705024626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/ShSsBEaW8nI/AAAAAAAABFk/Cl5l2QWVy0Q/s320/2009_0509dayatthepark+222.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-9176895245968420258?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9176895245968420258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=9176895245968420258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/9176895245968420258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/9176895245968420258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-four.html' title='In Four'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/ShSrRAydWFI/AAAAAAAABFM/YHzrs_5GxdU/s72-c/2009_0509dayatthepark+122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-3731029983533804717</id><published>2009-04-16T21:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:04:11.561-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>You Know How That Happens, Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My second best surprise was my baby girl Bella. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once again I was surprised to learn that I was pregnant. I tell ya-God certainly knows what He wants!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fact that I was pregnant wasn't so much the biggest or best part of it. Although that time around I was in a lot better place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best part came when I found out she was a girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You see, I didn't think I wanted a daughter for various reasons. But now I see that the biggest reasons for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; wanting one are the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; reasons &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; have one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella is my sweet sweet girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is loving and giving. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is compassionate and has more creativity in her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt; than I do throughout my whole body.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is the free spirit I always wanted to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her laugh is one that will make anyone smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her eyes sparkle when she smiles and I swear you can see her heart spill out with every tear she sheds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She is &lt;strong&gt;stubborn&lt;/strong&gt;-but that serves its purpose when needed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her imagination amazes me every day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She loves Jesus and it shines through her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her fingers are magic on my bare back. They make me forget all the day's troubles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All her stuffed animals are named and have their own stories. Don't dare tell her they aren't real!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She has a personality that draws you in...it's mesmerizing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's the kindest soul I have ever known.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She makes me want to be a better example of what a mom should be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325512796744930018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegFrEDHUuI/AAAAAAAABDk/9_QCF60mYqk/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Bella, Joey and Fred&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514654696051010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegHXNdLkUI/AAAAAAAABEc/U7gpNObVuek/s320/P1010004b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one cracks me up!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514947455781698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegHoQEii0I/AAAAAAAABEk/XXFArWQ9PfE/s320/P1010015f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She loves to read...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325514361951732418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegHGK5fwsI/AAAAAAAABEU/AqL9yS-RPRE/s320/bella+reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jared and Bella being silly&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513380158504754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegGNBbv_zI/AAAAAAAABD8/Ng4Vvry5LHM/s320/jared.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At The Cottage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513024433919074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegF4UQZlGI/AAAAAAAABDs/TFIuaOq3mvc/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With Harry Potter in Michigan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513546831013522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegGWuVkppI/AAAAAAAABEE/FJo9-dKXATU/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325513130823461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegF-glpKwI/AAAAAAAABD0/RgXlw6WdfuY/s320/2008_0120snowphotoshoot0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Bella and Blake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325515338016594450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegH-_BfmhI/AAAAAAAABEs/qKTPcxAs7y8/s320/2007_0903weddingandwallowa0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In Florida...another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325515555905096034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegILquKSWI/AAAAAAAABE0/HwWBfb7QmJY/s320/2007_1124florida0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lucy and Bella&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325515796285746978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegIZqNX7yI/AAAAAAAABE8/caW7oKOjsUs/s320/2008_0220miscandDDDN0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My beautiful Bella&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325516013159108786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegImSIA0LI/AAAAAAAABFE/Jb2FnuQvNr8/s320/2009_0214pendletonanddddn0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-3731029983533804717?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3731029983533804717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=3731029983533804717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3731029983533804717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3731029983533804717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-how-that-happens-right.html' title='You Know How That Happens, Right?'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SegFrEDHUuI/AAAAAAAABDk/9_QCF60mYqk/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-5435700534656729562</id><published>2009-04-16T14:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:00:44.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Life...Really</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here and sometimes I know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing, where I'm supposed to be going, what I'm supposed to be wearing and how long it's going to take to get there. Anyone else feel like that?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, though, I'm just here for the bumpy ride.&lt;br /&gt;My patience has been tried lately. My tolerance has been tried. My acceptance of grace has been tried. My heart, my soul, my body and my mind have all been tried.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I get frustrated with where I am, where I'm not and if I have the drive to get to where I need to be. Then I read something like this that my sister sent me:&lt;br /&gt;'To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.'   When God takes something from your grasp, He's not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;'The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.' &lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden I have the will, drive, ambition and incredible love I need to do something I never did.&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what...my hands, heart and mind are wide open to receive something better.&lt;br /&gt;So whenever your ready God...but can you make it soon please 'cause I haven't quite mastered the patience thing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-5435700534656729562?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5435700534656729562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=5435700534656729562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/5435700534656729562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/5435700534656729562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/lifereally.html' title='Life...Really'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-3105918006400157068</id><published>2009-02-08T15:30:00.030-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:46:11.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pendleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just about everyone who knows me knows that I love surprises. I create little ways to surprise myself each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't know when exactly I became aware of this fact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know that I didn't, unlike my sister, sneak into wrapped gifts. I know that when people told me they had a surprise for me I wouldn't beg to know what it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The best I can pinpoint it is to 1998. That's the year I got one of my best surprises~my sweet boy Kaleb. Kaleb Dylan. He is the answer to so many of my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;When I found out I was pregnant I with him I was certainly not in an ideal situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I wasn't married. I didn't have a career. I had no goals and I certainly didn't know how to be a mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the years I have accomplished most of those things. I'm still working on what I want to be when I grow up but at least now I have a career in mind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kaleb is a special boy.&lt;br /&gt;He is amazingly smart-sometimes too smart for his own good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is becoming a master at sarcasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has the sweetest heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is an awesome cook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He still holds my hand when we walk places and isn't embarrassed about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He adores his grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves animals almost as much as I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At ten years old he still thinks I'm pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;He has always been incredibly observant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is kind and courteous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love when he sneaks into my bed at night and searches for my hand first thing. Then he doesn't let go all night no matter how much we shift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He has a gift on the football field. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He makes me laugh constantly-It's saved his little behind numerous times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He is learning to be a gentleman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He loves hanging out with his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;His hands are magic on my neck after a stressful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He's more than I would have ever dreamt I deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few of my favorite Kaleb moments over the last few years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaleb and Bella at the Boise Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300574671883137986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9slJcG88I/AAAAAAAAA_4/NT_LKWXBdyQ/s320/P1010001d.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First year of Babe Ruth baseball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576149604128578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9t7KYP10I/AAAAAAAABAY/ME7W4cWpNFM/s320/P1010012a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576491550132770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9uPEOhyiI/AAAAAAAABAo/mELOhkWpRUw/s320/kaleb+1204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300574817978465938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9stpr8vpI/AAAAAAAABAA/Tf45ahpx6fo/s320/P1010001m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;First year of flag football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300575137213020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9tAO7ZeYI/AAAAAAAABAI/QmTQ3-aCMP4/s320/P1010006m.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300575989732490082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9tx2z4O2I/AAAAAAAABAQ/k2wOaUYDQEQ/s320/P1010008k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577192340115010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9u3234TkI/AAAAAAAABBA/uXlok85UAoA/s320/P1010008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577346490327490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9vA1IJ4cI/AAAAAAAABBI/ec0o1Cn5SNM/s320/P1010021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577516824115426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9vKvq5OOI/AAAAAAAABBQ/HTWPPyKGSs8/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;One of my all time favorite photos of Kaleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576340043615010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9uGP0jyyI/AAAAAAAABAg/glwJ7ufLwPA/s400/trojans+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elvis Halloween 2007...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; Elvis fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300576723277791970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9ucjetQuI/AAAAAAAABAw/fn8TNb8Gd_8/s320/Elvis,+jared,+dorothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Florida November 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577894408855538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9vguSHH_I/AAAAAAAABBY/coynEfGMxpk/s320/2007_1124florida0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaleb and Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300577026186111666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9uuL5rarI/AAAAAAAABA4/JBrrnlakodg/s320/DSCF2062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Strikin&lt;/span&gt;' a pose!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300578322785644098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9v5qHGLkI/AAAAAAAABBg/JnwbU3vq_f8/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300578672858905794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9wOCPEPMI/AAAAAAAABBo/TJUti8cSvFc/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9xbmeMFzI/AAAAAAAABB4/ClopHI97blo/s1600-h/2008_0508baseballjoshlibrary0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300580005435938610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9xbmeMFzI/AAAAAAAABB4/ClopHI97blo/s200/2008_0508baseballjoshlibrary0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9xj0vM5FI/AAAAAAAABCA/LQE8MnZcSe0/s1600-h/2008_0508baseballjoshlibrary0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300580146704344146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9xj0vM5FI/AAAAAAAABCA/LQE8MnZcSe0/s200/2008_0508baseballjoshlibrary0259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oregon Coast March 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300580390741473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9xyB2L9wI/AAAAAAAABCI/pNU3M8xuwBE/s320/2008_0609oregon0178.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300579122091971378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9woLwk0zI/AAAAAAAABBw/18jbj7_dYPk/s320/2008_0417greenbelt0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300583419681366338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY90iVhu4UI/AAAAAAAABCY/x0lQxbXy9yw/s320/2008_0719ducksswimlessons0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaleb and cousin Blake in Alaska July 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300583078850618898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY90Of1WZhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/N8hs08xpb18/s320/2008_0704alaska0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaleb and Christian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY92rbOyWxI/AAAAAAAABC4/VfMvD2B16PY/s1600-h/2008_0823boltz0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300585774854593298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY92rbOyWxI/AAAAAAAABC4/VfMvD2B16PY/s200/2008_0823boltz0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY921AEI3BI/AAAAAAAABDA/v_bf75VgXA0/s1600-h/2008_0823boltz0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300585939360865298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY921AEI3BI/AAAAAAAABDA/v_bf75VgXA0/s200/2008_0823boltz0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300585571615511922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY92fmG0FXI/AAAAAAAABCw/t5lhubj7Yuo/s320/2008_0823boltz0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300585287267933234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY92PC1EXDI/AAAAAAAABCo/qQtdzmgyrO0/s320/2008_0806moreboltzfootball0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300584893740009826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY914I0syWI/AAAAAAAABCg/4ldkvZShg3w/s320/2008_0719ducksswimlessons0301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-3105918006400157068?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3105918006400157068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=3105918006400157068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3105918006400157068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3105918006400157068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SY9slJcG88I/AAAAAAAAA_4/NT_LKWXBdyQ/s72-c/P1010001d.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-4640305739973418106</id><published>2009-01-25T17:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:22:39.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Heroin Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following post is very long. It's from the black corners of my heart. It's not pretty. It's not funny. So please...when you're done reading go do something that makes you laugh. That's what I did after I wrote it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0N7zFaISI/AAAAAAAAA_A/McCL0RUjHsA/s1600-h/awsome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404057833906466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0N7zFaISI/AAAAAAAAA_A/McCL0RUjHsA/s200/awsome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OX08UawI/AAAAAAAAA_g/cW_1PYD7Vts/s1600-h/broken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404539368991490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OX08UawI/AAAAAAAAA_g/cW_1PYD7Vts/s200/broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295405405737673314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0PKQatYmI/AAAAAAAAA_w/poCyEriaGdM/s320/it%27s+not+until+you%27re+broken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OlC5I3VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/8N_zvFocKvo/s1600-h/Hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404766452047186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OlC5I3VI/AAAAAAAAA_o/8N_zvFocKvo/s200/Hurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OJeGukDI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2j1OaAEFSo0/s1600-h/broken_dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295404292720463922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0OJeGukDI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/2j1OaAEFSo0/s200/broken_dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never understood addiction. I never knew why people couldn't just stop doing what they know is harmful to them. You know it's not good for you so stop, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an addict. I didn't know it until this last week but I have been for probably at least 15 years...could be more. It started out innocent, a little bit here and there. What's it gonna hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like some addicts I gave it up now and then depending on my life's current path. But one way or another it would always find it's way back in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At one point in my life it had completely consumed me. I was at risk of losing everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew that I had to beat it for good so I did-&lt;em&gt;I thought&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever read the book 'Beautiful Boy'? It's about a man's struggle with his son's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meth&lt;/span&gt; addiction. At one point the boy is clean for 3+ years and starts using again. I was flabbergasted! How could he throw out all his hard work?! He knew it could kill him. How could he be so &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weak&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to use again?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been "clean" for quite a while now. Over the years I had so many emotions about my "drug". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first it was &lt;strong&gt;Denial&lt;/strong&gt;- "It's not as bad as what other people do." Then &lt;strong&gt;Anger&lt;/strong&gt;-"I hate it! Why did it have to destroy me?!" Next was &lt;strong&gt;Shame&lt;/strong&gt;-"How did I let that happen to me?" &lt;strong&gt;Guilt&lt;/strong&gt;-"I'll do whatever it takes to fix the messes I made." &lt;strong&gt;Righteousness&lt;/strong&gt;-"I'm past that. It will never affect me again." And finally where I am now...&lt;strong&gt;Longing&lt;/strong&gt;-I think about it in one way or another everyday. I have started dreaming about it. I use the memories to comfort me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead of fixing the problem I fixed the symptoms. I had forced every thought, emotion, memory and feeling so far out of my consciousness that I thought I had it beat. I removed every physical thing that reminded me of it. I'm still pissed about some really good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cd's&lt;/span&gt; I threw out! And in &lt;strong&gt;one day&lt;/strong&gt; it came screaming back into my life so hard and fast that I had no idea how to handle myself. I did the only thing I could think of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still praying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to figure out why all my raw, ugly thoughts and emotions have been thrown back in my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through prayer I think I have found part of the reason. I'm working on the rest of it but for today this is what I've got...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding addiction. I have never &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; had compassion for addicts. I thought they were stupid, reckless and selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.' Yikes...I think I might be going through a lesson here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God that my addiction is not chemical or physical...so for those of you planning my intervention PUT THE PHONE DOWN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a massive struggle it is just to have an emotional addiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you struggling with your own; whether it be chemical, physical, emotional or otherwise please keep fighting. It &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be worth it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for those who have beat it Congratulations!! But remember the fight will never end. When you are the most comfortable it will rear it's ugly head-be ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be praying for all of you. Can you please do the same for me? I'm still fighting this episode and could use the help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-4640305739973418106?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4640305739973418106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=4640305739973418106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/4640305739973418106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/4640305739973418106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/heroin-anyone.html' title='Heroin Anyone?'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SX0N7zFaISI/AAAAAAAAA_A/McCL0RUjHsA/s72-c/awsome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-4306379068666127892</id><published>2009-01-22T21:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:39:41.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pendleton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I'm Saying This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...but I think I'm homesick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pendleton&lt;/span&gt; almost 5 years ago and haven't looked back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I left behind judgement, questions, familiarity, family, criticism and friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After a bit of settling in Idaho I found....Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you grow up in a small town unintentional labels are put on you. Some deserved and fitting. Some not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was always the sister of so-and-so, the friend of so-and-so, the girl who did such-and-such and didn't do this-and-that. I never had a chance to show who or what I really was. This isn't so much the fault of a small town. I accept my role in the labeling. But when people make assumptions it's hard to break that barrier. Even as recently as a month ago I was spoken about as the girl I used to be. The girl I really really wanted to be forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not sure why I'm home sick now. Maybe because I am finally happy with me. Maybe because my nephew and nieces are growing faster than I can keep up with. Maybe because a few special people have chosen to forget that other girl. Maybe because I think somebody there may need &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; for once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whatever the reason, it's here. I'm officially homesick and I can't wait to make a visit next month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are a few possible reasons for my new illness:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bella, Kaleb and Gaga at the Green Bridge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294354042553748098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlS83WRyoI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/si5vmuo0fS0/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0778.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My nephew Blake and Kaleb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294352844327776162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlR3Hm8b6I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/W4tPRV9npyg/s320/2008_0802ptown0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acres and acres of hills to explore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294358672339321634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlXKWpLQyI/AAAAAAAAA-w/f6kYLdoK0Vs/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At my brother's place with the beautiful Blue Mountains in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353412838349010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSYNebWNI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Ex5cACQu89s/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My brother Daryl and sister in law Nicole&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353528927093762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSe98JBAI/AAAAAAAAA94/YBtdpS4QdSc/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;View from Cabbage Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294354446240551826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlTUXMtk5I/AAAAAAAAA-g/p4H5KKjyaCk/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0994.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bella and I taking a break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294358399833425298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlW6fetRZI/AAAAAAAAA-o/qnsUrudZ0-0/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bella, Kaleb and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bapa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294354171672709810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlTEYWoyrI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/wCDEP1nSRJ0/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bella, my niece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; and Kaleb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353217980883122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSM3kyYLI/AAAAAAAAA9o/mMfAGGuULDc/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353865591690018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSykHPEyI/AAAAAAAAA-I/9tN1IVYpp0U/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kaleb and his Uncle Daryl having guy time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353742578470130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSrZ2mTPI/AAAAAAAAA-A/loFpZQaMYTU/s320/2008_0403pendlehoof0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My niece Charlie Mae and sister Donna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294353046335913186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlSC4Jb_OI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xpoZHHWBCeE/s320/2008_0802ptown0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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This...'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SXlS83WRyoI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/si5vmuo0fS0/s72-c/2008_0403pendlehoof0778.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-7493292333437350646</id><published>2009-01-21T12:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:45:34.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Small Tokens and Big Blessings</title><content type='html'>I think every once in a while we all should take a moment to list what we are thankful for from the huge obvious blessings to the token items that sometimes go without mention.&lt;br /&gt;I started this list as a small journal entry and found the more I thought about it the more and more I have to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;So here is what I'm thankful for...in no particular order :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My physical health (mental is still questionable at times:)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The ability to pay my bills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A body with curves &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amazing, lovable and loving kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An electric blanket-hey, it gets cold in Idaho!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faithful friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A soul that works every day to be pure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A brain that still wants to learn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A heart that still wants to love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A body that still wants to grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The trials in my life that have let me appreciate every second&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chance to understand the "other side of the fence"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An appreciation of my country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People who believe in me when no one else does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music, rhythm and dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time when I was crazy so I can savor being sane&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New friends who feel like old&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Old friends who feel like new&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dismissed cases&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys and Girls Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends who never gave up on me even when they had every reason to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A year of hell to plan for a lifetime of cohesiveness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fair mind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ham and grits, pizza and diet coke&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends who don't believe in "prior claims"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When my friends faces light up when they see me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pencils and erasers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wine&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Football&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fat Babies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Digital cameras&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving."  W.T. Purkiser&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"However many blessings we expect from God, His infinite liberality will always exceed all our wishes and our thoughts."  John Calvin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The grass is not, in fact, always greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. When crossing over fences, carry water with you and tend the grass wherever you may be."  Robert Fulghum&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-7493292333437350646?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7493292333437350646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=7493292333437350646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/7493292333437350646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/7493292333437350646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/small-tokens-and-big-blessings.html' title='Small Tokens and Big Blessings'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-732491938923086853</id><published>2009-01-03T22:51:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T23:07:37.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Recreating A Masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stumbled on these photos tonight as I was cussing at my computer because for the umpeenth time it &lt;em&gt;WON'T RECOGNIZE MY FRICKIN' CAMERA&lt;/em&gt; so I haven't been able to download photos from Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to stop me from ripping out and stomping on the guts of my computer I've decided to lighten my mood by posting and remembering the waaay funny trip to Sun Valley Donna, Daryl and I had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute...here I go again. This is where I would typically insert a link to something I've previously posted about but since I acci-frickin-dentally deleted my old blog I won't be able to do that. No worries. Composing myself now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to catch you up the three of us (siblings) escaped to Sun Valley without any kids or spouses. Never before have we done this. We are all ones who use humor any way we can in any situation possible, appropriate or not, to express ourselves. So the entire weekend was spent "outlaughing" eachother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God my kids seem to have picked up on this gene. It definitely makes our days much more enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with out futher delay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Recreation-ish:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQR5ZTWCI/AAAAAAAAA84/T7uZsrEJ3y4/s1600-h/2008_1220midgetsandkeith0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314230927906850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQR5ZTWCI/AAAAAAAAA84/T7uZsrEJ3y4/s200/2008_1220midgetsandkeith0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314393089136754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQbVfjWHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/0Sz7I1WPZGI/s200/2008_1220midgetsandkeith0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Masterpiece :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314733158999250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQvIWhpNI/AAAAAAAAA9I/CDuUJEDFe_4/s320/2008_0420sunvalley0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Donna after seeing the photo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287314891955458690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQ4X6jUoI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/aJz3b9OgCGA/s320/2008_0420sunvalley0073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-732491938923086853?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/732491938923086853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=732491938923086853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/732491938923086853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/732491938923086853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/recreating-masterpiece.html' title='Recreating A Masterpiece'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SWBQR5ZTWCI/AAAAAAAAA84/T7uZsrEJ3y4/s72-c/2008_1220midgetsandkeith0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-3680846242090008162</id><published>2009-01-02T19:21:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:22:37.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;...I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;This last year has been so chaotic I pray to God that 2009 is different and hopefully better!&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had something deep and meaningful to write here...but I don't.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The people you need in life are the ones who need you in theirs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it get more simple than that?&lt;br /&gt;I need people who love me for me.&lt;br /&gt;Who may not understand my quirkiness but smile with me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Who love to banter in my native language~sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;Who I may not hear from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; or week but are at my doorstep when I need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Who know to be at my doorstep when I try not to need them.&lt;br /&gt;Who know that sharing with me their imperfections makes me love them even more.&lt;br /&gt;Who laugh more than they complain.&lt;br /&gt;Who search for beauty in things most consider ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Who bring me back down to earth when I've lost control.&lt;br /&gt;Who hold me tight when I get knocked around but let me loose when I need to dance.&lt;br /&gt;Who look at situations through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;another's&lt;/span&gt; eyes before passing judgement.&lt;br /&gt;Who know that everyday is filled with choices and that if it's a crappy day...well, it was your choice after all.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the people in my life are many of these things wrapped up into one beautiful person. But some are equally beautiful containing just one of these traits.&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun "ringing in" the New Year with &lt;a href="http://rikkilyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/charee-preview.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Charee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I can't believe what started out as mocking a girl in crazy jeans with crazier hair close to 20 years ago has turned into such a deep trust and respect. We have been through a whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lotta&lt;/span&gt; crap together and (I'm pretty sure she'll agree) hope that '09 is better to us.&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rikki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pkt0bojI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qgSrw7AGxrA/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53679%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A88vq0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891242261291570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pkt0bojI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qgSrw7AGxrA/s320/232323232%257Ffp53679%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A88vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7PocLd0eI/AAAAAAAAA7o/FOleebh9y8I/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53687%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A89vq0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891306245542370" style="FLOAT: right; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pdlm1txI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/VHh2EJfoIRM/s320/232323232%257Ffp53632%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A8%253Avq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pg0XFHsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/n7JHncWvHug/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53679%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A95vq0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286891175297752770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pg0XFHsI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/n7JHncWvHug/s320/232323232%257Ffp53679%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A95vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890088580249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7OhkBb9bI/AAAAAAAAA6o/JwmKSgL2XQw/s320/n1555497816_104466_8171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890149388793490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7OlGjUtpI/AAAAAAAAA6w/nzfamj_H1qc/s320/n1555497816_104467_8399.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890198813362818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7On-rDyoI/AAAAAAAAA64/Es-Ua0KH8kw/s320/n1555497816_104468_8621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286890239220872018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7OqVM9c1I/AAAAAAAAA7A/OyeRsKLszU4/s320/n1555497816_104470_9096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-3680846242090008162?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3680846242090008162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=3680846242090008162&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3680846242090008162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/3680846242090008162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-me.html' title='New Year, New Me?'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SV7Pkt0bojI/AAAAAAAAA7g/qgSrw7AGxrA/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp53679%253Evq%253D32%253A5%253E5%253B8%253E93%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3239%253C54534%253A88vq0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-1326109748069555953</id><published>2008-12-23T13:12:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T13:45:51.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Stepping Aside</title><content type='html'>I was reading a blog today (Yeah, things are a little slow at work!) and was really hit by these words that I want to share.&lt;br /&gt;Granted I was also hit by the fact that they were written by John Mayer...YUMMY! But apart from that I think he has said very well something I've been trying to teach my kids and practice myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning my daughter was complaining about something and I said something trying to make her laugh. She was trying so hard not to smile. I told her to just let it out. If you feel like smiling SMILE! If you feel like laughing LAUGH! Which she did start doing but it quickly became crying because she has a cold. You know how you get that pain that's not in your throat but not in your lungs...it's right in between and you sound like a cross between an Ooompa-Loompa and a seal when you talk or cough? Yeah, she has that. So what started out as a great life lesson quickly turned into child abuse...oopsie.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blog. John Mayer. Yummy. Great read. Hope you get as much out of it as I did.&lt;br /&gt;"...What I'm about to write isn't about fame or success or celebrity or the media. That's my business.&lt;br /&gt;This is about us all.&lt;br /&gt;This is about a level of self consciousness so high in my generation, that it's actually toxic.&lt;br /&gt;This is about the girl in her bedroom who poses in front of the camera she's awkwardly holding in her outstretched hand. She'll take a hundred photos until coming up with one she's happy with, which inevitably looks nothing like her, and after she's done pouring over images of herself, will post one on her MySpace page and then write something like 'I don't give a f*ck what you think about me.'&lt;br /&gt;This is about the person trying out for American Idol, who while going off about how confident they are that they were born ready to sing in front of the world, are trembling so badly they can hardly breathe.&lt;br /&gt;This is about me, the guy who walks through a throng of photographers into a restaurant like he's Paul Newman, but who leaves a "reject" pile of clothes in his closet so high that his cleaning lady can't figure out how one man can step into so many pairs of pants in a week.&lt;br /&gt;This is about a young guy who maintains a celebrity blog that subsists on tearing other people down but who has wrestled with a lifelong battle for acceptance as a gay man.&lt;br /&gt;This is about us all. Every one of us. Who all seem to know deep down that it's incredibly hard to be alive and interact with the world around us but will try and cover it up at any cost. For as bad ass and unaffected as we try to come off, &lt;em&gt;we're all just one sentence away from being brought to the edge of tears, if only it was worded right&lt;/em&gt;. And I don't want to act immune to that anymore. I took the biggest detour from myself over the past year, since I decided that I wasn't going to care about what people thought about me. I got to the point where I had so much padding on that, sure, I couldn't feel the negativity, but that's because I couldn't feel much of anything. And I think I'm done with that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first person to admit we're all self conscious, Kanye was. But what I want to do is to shed a little light on why we're all in the same boat, no matter the shape of the life we lead: because every one of us were told since birth that we were special. We were spoken to by name through a television. We were promised we could be anything that we wanted to be, if only we believed it and then, faster than we saw coming, we were set loose into the world to shake hands with the millions of other people who were told the exact same thing.&lt;br /&gt;And really? Really? It turns out we're just not all that special, when you break it down. &lt;em&gt;Beautifully unspectacular, actually&lt;/em&gt;. And that truth is going to catch up with us whether we want to run from it or not...It's just a matter of how old you are once you embrace that fact. And for me, 30 sounds about right.&lt;br /&gt;What now, then? I can only really say for myself: Enjoy who I am, the talents and the liabilities. Stop acting careless. In fact, care more. Be vulnerable but stay away from where it hurts. Read. See more shows. Of any kind. Rock shows, art shows, boat shows. Create more art. Wear hoodies to dinner. &lt;em&gt;Carry a notebook and hand it to people when they passionately recommend something and ask them to write it down for me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Root for others.&lt;br /&gt;Give more and expect the same in return, but over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Act nervous when I'm nervous, puzzled when I don't know what the hell to do, and smile when it all goes my way&lt;/em&gt;. And never in any other order than that."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-1326109748069555953?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1326109748069555953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=1326109748069555953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/1326109748069555953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/1326109748069555953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/stepping-aside.html' title='Stepping Aside'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-8189729621157236639</id><published>2008-12-18T14:29:00.035-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:45:29.820-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Smith Family Goes to Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've written before about our family vacations (still trying to recover that deleted blog!) that we have been blessed to receive from my Grandparents but I thought I'd talk about one of my favorites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My family is from Michigan so, being on the West Coast since I was not even a year old, we didn't get back to see them very often .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last time I was in Michigan I was in high school...many, many years ago! So this trip in July of 2007 was so meaningful for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Most of our time was spent at the awesome Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt; Resort but we did visit other parts of the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't share a lot of the memories with my cousins about Gamy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gampy&lt;/span&gt; growing up but I distinctly remember The Cottage. What I remember most is the lilies and lily pads, the beautiful lake and the quaintness of The Cottage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While The Cottage was not the main part of the trip it was definitely the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt; for me. I've told my kids about it not knowing when or if they would be able to enjoy it. I was so excited that they were able to be there not only with me but with the rest of my family as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(click on photos to enlarge...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bella and Charlie chilling out waiting for the plane...or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We got "bumped" and ended up driving from Chicago to Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1oZ1eMiPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cLLrxGBtmOk/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281992731035207922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1oZ1eMiPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cLLrxGBtmOk/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1oxT9F4RI/AAAAAAAAA2I/apx2klg5czE/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281993134354850066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1oxT9F4RI/AAAAAAAAA2I/apx2klg5czE/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kaleb, Donna and Charlie hanging out at the pool at the Double &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;JJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1qVnC9vrI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tWXJ-AWmbGE/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281994857466674866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1qVnC9vrI/AAAAAAAAA2o/tWXJ-AWmbGE/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1p1LfftsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f6Fzx-z1b0Y/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281994300314334914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1p1LfftsI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f6Fzx-z1b0Y/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bella got to celebrate her 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday with the whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smith family...at a ranch...a dream come true for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281998425177478642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1tlRzgVfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/Wa3c5R4iqKE/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Three of the cutest kids Michigan has ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1rvINOpDI/AAAAAAAAA24/00m885vFsZw/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281996395376452658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1rvINOpDI/AAAAAAAAA24/00m885vFsZw/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1q7G0TKFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/prqCB6WT8vQ/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281995501650258002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1q7G0TKFI/AAAAAAAAA2w/prqCB6WT8vQ/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My favorite boy bring me flowers :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282096502475206082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU3GyINeLcI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/_EO4jqUcjWA/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bella, Alexa and Kaleb saddled up waiting for ice cream.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282002445582751666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1xPS-0V7I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/9-AGmyMNq9Q/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right where we belong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1v7OlnJzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/VZNd1E22HQQ/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282001001294276402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1v7OlnJzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/VZNd1E22HQQ/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alexa, Bella, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tanna&lt;/span&gt; and Charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1voqjI3QI/AAAAAAAAA34/9ueFz3ZAObs/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282000682382580994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1voqjI3QI/AAAAAAAAA34/9ueFz3ZAObs/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282003481980462514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1yLn3SZbI/AAAAAAAAA4o/UzOt9LjNgMo/s320/2007_0707JuneJuly0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bella catching turtles, Kaleb catching...lily pads :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1yjB2WtGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/gxLO5HTJgDM/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282003884092863586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1yjB2WtGI/AAAAAAAAA4w/gxLO5HTJgDM/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1x8RsYY4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/PdNYr4ikWXI/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282003218331100034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1x8RsYY4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/PdNYr4ikWXI/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlie Mae and Daryl on the dock at The Cottage along with my favorite part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the lilies and pads. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1y9ikpIpI/AAAAAAAAA44/WBRdTGm8UAg/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282004339553542802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1y9ikpIpI/AAAAAAAAA44/WBRdTGm8UAg/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1zONbNZFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Lb7IW52ErO4/s1600-h/2007_0707JuneJuly0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282004625934607442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1zONbNZFI/AAAAAAAAA5A/Lb7IW52ErO4/s200/2007_0707JuneJuly0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-8189729621157236639?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8189729621157236639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=8189729621157236639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/8189729621157236639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/8189729621157236639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2008/12/smith-family-goes-to-michigan.html' title='The Smith Family Goes to Michigan'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SU1oZ1eMiPI/AAAAAAAAA2A/cLLrxGBtmOk/s72-c/2007_0707JuneJuly0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-1661903813176460763</id><published>2008-11-29T17:33:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:20:58.729-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Strike Three</title><content type='html'>Oh...we look so innocent (she says with an evil laugh)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274249239219160834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHlvSiIRwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/agPf5A3wChA/s320/2007_1007parties0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Since I've already hit my high school peers and my coworkers it's only fair that I post about those that have stuck with me through thick and thin, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't worry ladies (you know who you are!)...I'm not posting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pictures! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The date: October 5th, 2007. The location: My home. The occasion: My 31st birthday. The occurences: Well, depends on who you talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were two groups of people at my party that night-those who left "in time" and those who didn't. The first group remembers the party as a fun night sharing drinks and laughs with friends and loved ones. The second group doesn't talk about the rest of the party...I'm going to tell the story from the first group point of view. It was my party I can choose to remember it how I want, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually the party was a blast. It was a fantastic combination of all my favorite people. My closest friends, my sister's family, Margaret and Bruce. I was drunk on love and happiness...I said it's my story I can tell it how I want! If I want to rename Russian vodka and triple spiked drinks (thanks &lt;a href="http://http//rikkilyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/inside-her-soul-preview.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!) love and happiness I can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now back to the story....drunk on love and happiness. I have the best friends in the world. They have proven that to me over and over again. They always come through for me when I need it most. And sometimes when I don't even realize I need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait a minute...I just remembered that I told you in the &lt;a href="http://http//diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-were-herepreview.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;last post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I don't drink often. I don't! I swear! But I forgot to tell you that when I do I really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do. And remember that whole part about three drinks and dancing? Well that night was no exception...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one was in any condition for driving so we busted out the ipod and old cd's and moved the furniture. What happened next was a cluster of the dancers (full of love and happiness) persuading the non dancers to shake their thang. Most everyone danc...er moved in one fashion or another. Then...came...the...microphone. Never ever &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; bring a microphone to an already loving and happy party. I've seen the video...it ain't pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it took a few days for some to make eye contact but in the end when I look at these pictures...wow! We sure know how to have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather and Katy riding Peg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274248765643399138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHlTuU3n-I/AAAAAAAAAyI/6XEBdPF21Zc/s320/2007_1007parties0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dana, Donna and I "before"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274248981784390322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHlgTg5arI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/VMFDFGt51hs/s320/2007_1007parties0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charee and I "during"...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274249514396095730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHl_TpbFPI/AAAAAAAAAyg/bcDmWvgTA-0/s320/2007_1007parties0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where it starts to take a turn...damn Russians!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274249785250350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHmPEqHBcI/AAAAAAAAAyo/KjasolZVrKg/s320/2007_1007parties0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yep...we're that funny! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHnLGK1SnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RMQWkyHqvPg/s1600-h/2007_1007parties0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274250816448186994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHnLGK1SnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/RMQWkyHqvPg/s200/2007_1007parties0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHm8Qe0SFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/JNZC9QqdcrA/s1600-h/2007_1007parties0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274250561518323794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHm8Qe0SFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/JNZC9QqdcrA/s200/2007_1007parties0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHm8Qe0SFI/AAAAAAAAAy4/JNZC9QqdcrA/s1600-h/2007_1007parties0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cannot even begin to explain this...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274251184275211602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHnggboRVI/AAAAAAAAAzI/WQyQ63gEZDI/s320/2007_1007parties0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-1661903813176460763?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1661903813176460763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=1661903813176460763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/1661903813176460763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/1661903813176460763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/strike-three.html' title='Strike Three'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/STHlvSiIRwI/AAAAAAAAAyY/agPf5A3wChA/s72-c/2007_1007parties0167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-6840767850906310319</id><published>2008-11-25T21:02:00.026-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:48:33.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy hour'/><title type='text'>Since We're Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzPGlELDfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/DRNSR3TPdCQ/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272816975679786482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzPGlELDfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/DRNSR3TPdCQ/s200/2008_0425ducklings0077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272816648435241314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzOzh-_kWI/AAAAAAAAAug/0MBc7X2p5z0/s200/2008_0425ducklings0098.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272817227321437042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzPVOgN63I/AAAAAAAAAuw/vVvbymkw6Rw/s200/2008_0425ducklings0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like fun doesn't it? IT WAS!&lt;br /&gt;So I figured since I publicly humiliated some of my high school peers that I would now move on to my work friends :) But I think that since I include very unflattering pictures of myself it kind of balances out, right? Well...maybe not but here goes anyway!&lt;br /&gt;I work for the Nampa School District in the Administration offices. Now think with me for a minute...do you remember the administrators from when you were in school? Yeah, I know! Certainly they didn't ever have any fun...they were...OLD!&lt;br /&gt;After working there for a while I have to completely rethink what I thought principals and teachers were like outside of school. All they did was think of ways to torture us, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The April night in question was an absolute alignment of stars, moons, planets, wheat fields, boots, beer and martinis. It had to have been 'cause it was a blast that can never be recreated.&lt;br /&gt;I had gone back to work for the District permanently in January after mostly staying home with my kids for about 9 years. I had done some subbing in the classroom (big mistake!) and worked in HR here and there for about 3 years but now I am official. Now I get invited to..."Happy Hour".&lt;br /&gt;So the "alignment" comes in because I was going through a really really crappy time in my life. I was a girl that needed a drink and a dance partner. They had no idea what they were doing when they extended the invitation and then offered me a third drink.&lt;br /&gt;To clarify~I rarely drink. I got that all out of my system when I was...ohhh...a sophomore in high school. Doesn't do much for me these days. Anyway, knowing myself as I do I knew that if I had a third drink I would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to dance and they would have to go with me. ANOTHER MARTINI PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;We had a couple more drinks and decided to walk down the Boulevard to Cowgirls. Gwen and I were sure it was just a block or two. No problem! Ummm more like a mile or two...RIDE PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;We eventually make it to Cowgirls. Heather and I get tangled up and fall on our faces right out of the shoot...Ma'am I swear I am NOT DRUNK just very clumsy. Now can I have another drink please? Sucker...&lt;br /&gt;We made a friend right away. She came over and asked if she could dance with us because she just got new boots.&lt;br /&gt;Now before I go further with the "boots" story let me clarify...I like boys. A lot. I have always liked boys. A lot. I always will like boys. A lot. I can just hear it now..."Ohhh, rikki likes girls. That explains a lot...". Well, you're going to have to find other ways to explain this lot...I LIKE BOYS. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my sister had recently told me that if I get ever a chance I need to feel fake boobs. Do you see where this is going??&lt;br /&gt;So when she said she had new boots I thought she said new &lt;em&gt;boobs&lt;/em&gt;. At the same time I was reaching out I was asking "oh, can I feel them?", she said while reaching out "only if I get to feel yours". I replied "well, you can feel them but they're not new" to which she said "neither are mine. I said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;boots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Mass hysteria as I'm sure you can imagine. Luckily she had a good sense of humor...&lt;br /&gt;The night continued...Gwen showing her fine dancing skills (we still love you Gwen!), dancing on the bar, creepy girl that liked me (I told you I like BOYS!), table toppled over, unexpected Jitterbug flip (that's a fun one when your...well, you know), and free drinks baby!&lt;br /&gt;So to wrap up...thanks girls! I can't tell you enough how much I loved that night and the stories that go with it. Unfortunately some of you will never be allowed out again (he said I looked like a librarian-I had to show him what I was made of :) but now we have an accurate-ish account of the nights activities to reflect on.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a wonderful day with friends and family tomorrow as we all remember what we are thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;Safe travels and Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;rikki &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4ZisTHvkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xcPol9ycaSQ/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273180297495035458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4ZisTHvkI/AAAAAAAAAvw/xcPol9ycaSQ/s200/2008_0425ducklings0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4bFV2RtbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dzX3E4Wr9wg/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273181992275522994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4bFV2RtbI/AAAAAAAAAwA/dzX3E4Wr9wg/s200/2008_0425ducklings0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzKviy3JAI/AAAAAAAAAuA/BgDYP9W73PY/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gwen and Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273182682463203266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4btg_178I/AAAAAAAAAwI/btqksTvDtug/s320/2008_0425ducklings0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Heather and Gwen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273182896091453650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4b580yWNI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/a3WEIRu_hEU/s320/2008_0425ducklings0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Only in Idaho...Beer in a martini glass with a straw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273183758763087026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4csKhu1LI/AAAAAAAAAwg/pW_HQvXFK4U/s320/2008_0425ducklings0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The "Walk"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273184247012292066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4dIlZadeI/AAAAAAAAAwo/PFyQWBG8VIU/s320/2008_0425ducklings0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Jitterbug Flip Dude&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4hL0ESnzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/HLYxdnx_1Jo/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273188700536348466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4hL0ESnzI/AAAAAAAAAxA/HLYxdnx_1Jo/s200/2008_0425ducklings0147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4h6tjK8GI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cp1cE5zkBwU/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273189506240671842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4h6tjK8GI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cp1cE5zkBwU/s200/2008_0425ducklings0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4fa9C6oCI/AAAAAAAAAww/PgUb2p0b5f8/s1600-h/2008_0425ducklings0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The "Boots" Girl and her date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273190620250239922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4i7jjv87I/AAAAAAAAAxg/zr3c8GLUU_4/s320/2008_0425ducklings0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Um...yeah...I have no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273190890096979922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4jLQ0Ob9I/AAAAAAAAAxo/sHSaDdE7aY8/s320/2008_0425ducklings0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again...no idea but it sure was funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273191099249486146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SS4jXb-EaUI/AAAAAAAAAxw/7MtOBSadL2Y/s320/2008_0425ducklings0180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7115513156558719111-6840767850906310319?l=diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6840767850906310319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7115513156558719111&amp;postID=6840767850906310319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/6840767850906310319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7115513156558719111/posts/default/6840767850906310319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diditmakeyoulaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/since-were-herepreview.html' title='Since We&apos;re Here...'/><author><name>rikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01086014402352962617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SLAUE7RAXrI/AAAAAAAAAdI/LGL1Yjt4RJU/S220/Rikki+2+08-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSzPGlELDfI/AAAAAAAAAuo/DRNSR3TPdCQ/s72-c/2008_0425ducklings0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7115513156558719111.post-2471989279128643578</id><published>2008-11-24T22:48:00.014-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:42:40.031-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myspace'/><title type='text'>Goin' Way Back...</title><content type='html'>So, are you familiar with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rikkilyn76"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? I wasn't either until about 6 months ago or so.&lt;br /&gt;I had heard all the horrible things about it and wanted no part of it. One of the most horrifying things I "knew" about it before I joined was about the girls who recorded the beating of another girl and posted it on their&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; MySpace &lt;/span&gt;pages. They somehow lured her into a house, locked her in and beat her while others, including two boys, recorded it. If I remember right it was about a boy-big suprise!&lt;br /&gt;How vicious! When I was in high school girls were mean, unrelenting, vindictive and just plain ridiculous but I don't remember them being that vicious. Believe me I would know. I was one of the mean, vindictive and ridiculous girls but we weren't vicious. So from what I knew &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MySpace &lt;/span&gt;was BAD.&lt;br /&gt;And then my sister lured me into her Space and my cousins into theirs. Before &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rikkilyn76"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would talk to my cousins about once a year during our family trips. Now I can "talk" to them every day. I can see how their day has been, what their weekend plans are and their latest pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I have also been able to reconnect with friends I didn't think I'd ever see again or didn't know I wanted to see again.&lt;br /&gt;So a few of my girlfriends that I tried to lure into my Space would have nothing to do with it and then BAM all three of them hit me up to join&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; within days of eachother. I protested. I complained. I drug my feet. I didn't want to cheat on my&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; MySpace&lt;/span&gt; friends. I looked. I found more friends. I...fell...in...love...with&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't left MySpace. I'll always have a spot in my heart for&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; MySpace&lt;/span&gt;. It still has it's purposes but it doesn't make me feel the way Facebook does. I don't have to dress up my page for&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Facebook.&lt;/span&gt; I don't have to fill out surveys all day. Facebook just wants my story. And it includes me in everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;At first when I was reading my friends stories on Facebook I couldn't believe who was "friends" with who. I was thinking "I know what you said about that person 15 years ago and now you want to be friends with them?!" But then the more mature (a-hem!) part of me thought "wow, this is awesome! I'm glad you can finally talk to them or they can joke with you. I'm one of them. I know I said some things about people I am not proud of and am so thankful that they now want me as their "friend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in honor of that...here are some photos I have posted on &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/rikkilyn76"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I feel like such a teenager again reading what everyone is saying about the other! And, for the record, friends, the photos of me are not very flattering either so please be gentle on your revenge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to regularly scheduled posting from...oh...about January...soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for stopping by and hanging on through the end of this...you made it all this way so why don't you show me some love and let me know you were here :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSuYW5SVHNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Jlvqtu_oaCE/s1600-h/2008_1123Highschool0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272475307869543634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSuYW5SVHNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/Jlvqtu_oaCE/s200/2008_1123Highschool0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_B7PgD6qau1Q/SSuYlNE6qrI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aSDeZ6-xC4Y/s1600-h/2008_1123Highschool0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272475553700162226" style="FLOAT: right; 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