<?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-9222100242235730495</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:18:29.201-07:00</updated><category term='new years eve drama'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='DWI'/><category term='presents'/><category term='Snow day'/><category term='Christmas eve'/><category term='irratated'/><category term='Life intro'/><category term='mom'/><category term='happy easter'/><category term='update'/><category term='christmas day'/><category term='truck'/><title type='text'>Life and times of a KDH</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my world. I have created this page as a way for me to vent, share of whatever I feel the need to do. Hopefully it isnt a snoozefest but its my world and I love it!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-4485946291087752557</id><published>2009-06-25T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:59:37.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Im a bad blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its been brought to my attention that I have not blogged since april. That is seriously pathetic.::hanging head:: Well I at least have good reason it has been a crazy few months. My friends bridal shower and weddingin march and april, My mother having her surgeryin march then starting chemo in april, My brothers issues finally resolved a couple weeks ago. SO obviously my mind has been in a million other places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So in that spare time to keep me sane I became obsessed with the twilight series which has become my escape from the crazyness of my world. It has kept me from loosing my mind these last few months.... I am sadly on my third time reading/listening to them and impatiently waiting for new moon to come out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So lets see another good thing that happened in the last few months has been I finally god a new truck after 13 years of having our pathfinder. I loveeeeee my new truck. I got a nissan Xtrra that I have been drooling over for the past 3 years. Finally hubby gave into me and got me it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SkO2bY8rBiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dsv9aSS87jY/s1600-h/Mynewtruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351321363915933218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SkO2bY8rBiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dsv9aSS87jY/s320/Mynewtruck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets see other then that at this moment I cant remember the blur that has been these three months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lets see other then that at this moment I cant remember the blur that has been these three months.&lt;br /&gt;So lets see in my near future I have a no doubt concert on friday (I love gwen)  Then on sunday I am going to meet some of my fabulous nestie friends in Philly!! Cant wait gonna have so much fun!!  Then next saturday is my birthday. No major plans but I know it will involve cake and fireworks (its my one bday rule)  Then after that starts my crazy summer with kiddies off from school.  Hopefully Mr sun will cooperate and come out more often so there can be more trips to the beach club...&lt;br /&gt;So I think thats says it all for now. I have brought you all up to date on the life of KDH and will now promise to be a better blogger. :: clearing throat for my "girls next door":: &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-4485946291087752557?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/4485946291087752557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4485946291087752557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4485946291087752557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-bad-blogger.html' title='Im a bad blogger'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SkO2bY8rBiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dsv9aSS87jY/s72-c/Mynewtruck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-7008607666436632882</id><published>2009-04-12T06:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T06:10:16.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy easter'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!!</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone have a wonderful easter. I am off this morning to go visit my mother and my brother. Its gonna be rough over there mom is got a little depression going on.  My mother has always loved easter and she even decorates for it and everything. Still to this day she got us easter baskets. So this year she has not been able to do any decorating and go shopping so that has even lowered her spirits this year. I feel really bad for her. SHe is alone all day and still cannot go out. She is just in a rut that she wishes she would feel better already. Anywho hopefully she will snap out of it soon or I am going to need the zanax prescription...&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon we are off to the in-laws house. It is just going to be the 4 of us her kids are off somewhere else. Also its there anniversary so it will be even more weird. So thats my day.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great easter and dont forget to count your blessings when spending the day with your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-7008607666436632882?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/7008607666436632882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7008607666436632882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7008607666436632882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-4518962021511472430</id><published>2009-03-25T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:42:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>Well her surgery went well on Monday. She was in there for about 4 and a half hour. They had to take out more lymph nodes then they thought they would. They do feel that they got everything, which is good.  Next morning Doctor saw her and everything seemed well said she could go home if she passed some tests, which she did . So I couldnt get her till later on the afternoon and when I got there she was complaining  that she was very lightheaded and shaky. I informed the nurses who got in touch with the DR who revoked her discharge. Man was she pissed. All the poor thing wanted to do was get home and rest in her bed. Instead she was admitted again and was given and EKG which entailed shifting her bandages. She got over it finally and gave into it and let them do their testing.  Then the covering doctor came in to check on her cause she was concerned about her high BP. She then proceeded to inspect her incisions and found that she had a hematoma forming inder her incisions. Ugh. So she felt her numbers were fine and didnt need to rush her into surgery at that moment to fix it. So all was well and they gave her Zanax to have her chill which was good for her.&lt;br /&gt;Fastfoward to the middle of the night last night. She gets up to go to the bathroom with one of the nurses and she gets extremely lighthead, sweaty, and feels like shes gonna pass out. So nurses panic she is having a heartattack and call the rapid response team into her room.  Her BP is through the roof and her heart rate was very elevated.  They give her all kinds of meds to bring her levels down. Then she is transfered to the telemitry ward where she is monitored all the time.  So I get there this morning after  a 7 oclock wake up from the Doc.  She informs me of what happened and that she has become very anemic from all the blood that has been draining. Also that the hematoma that was brewing need to bee taken care of but not until she is able to get all of her levels back to normal. I get to the hopital and she looks horrible, she is pail as a ghost sweaty and so nausous. I felt bad for her cause she still is unable to get comfortable in those horrible beds and she can only lay on her back. Plus sick on top of it and the meds for the nauseous isnt helping.  So now we are waiting for a blood transfusion to replace all the blood she lost.  Then hopefully that will help her and then we can move onto the surgery. Thats it for now I will post if anything new happens tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-4518962021511472430?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/4518962021511472430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-mom_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4518962021511472430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4518962021511472430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-mom_25.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-4523560609150925150</id><published>2009-03-18T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:08:50.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limbo</title><content type='html'>Every get that feeling in your life that your stuck in limbo and you dont know how to get out of it or fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK done with my random feeling for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-4523560609150925150?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/4523560609150925150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/limbo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4523560609150925150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4523560609150925150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/limbo.html' title='Limbo'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-7345009519312681795</id><published>2009-03-17T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:07:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to our family wedding</title><content type='html'>Ok so this was the weekend for our wedding in Virginia beach on Ft. Story. It was so very different from anything I have been to and it so reinforced going away is the only way to do it. So some highlights from the day are: Will add more photos of the base later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bride showed up 15 min late not dressed and finally walked down the aisle an hour later.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Minister who was the brides sister in law, was late as well since her daugter (brides niece) was sleeping and didnt want to wake her up (WTF)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No photographer whatsoever, just anyone who had a camera and the table cameras at the reception.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Food was horrible. Coctail reception consited of butterfly shaped crackes and baby cubes of cheese, veggie platter and overcooked crab stuffed mushrooms and someother misc. unknown fried ball thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dj played for 2 hrs out of the 5 and played 80's songs (like mc hammer) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner was mystery meat was supposed to be beef but it was like a overdone pot roast. and slathered in salty brown gravy and mushrooms. The chicken dinner was like a wind and breast with the bone in, again dry and over cooked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bar was good :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bridemaids had beer hiding in there ugg boots before wedding.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brides brother didnt show up because he didnt want to pay for ticket. But sent his wife and kid (who were the minister and the niece)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My SMIL look like she was gonna pop out of her dress at any second. (youll see below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it sounds like all im doing is complaing and being picky im not like that. It was jsut so different and so unorganized it was an eye opening people watching experience.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGYCYreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qY4X08QR298/s1600-h/PICT1154+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261963480018402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGYCYreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qY4X08QR298/s320/PICT1154+A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGrSZbnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O3-OKEnXzX8/s1600-h/PICT1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261968647450226" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGrSZbnI/AAAAAAAAAEU/O3-OKEnXzX8/s320/PICT1158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGzhzLTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWoF8nEeUDc/s1600-h/PICT1159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261970859535666" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGzhzLTI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OWoF8nEeUDc/s320/PICT1159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANH_nf5mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Drq8JvFCDfI/s1600-h/PICT1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261991284532834" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANH_nf5mI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Drq8JvFCDfI/s320/PICT1268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANHYLdYZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4uVnGTSUSrc/s1600-h/PICT1270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314261980697944466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANHYLdYZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4uVnGTSUSrc/s320/PICT1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bridal party:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATC6DaMbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZKEDyEcXc2E/s1600-h/PICT1174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268500961407410" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATC6DaMbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/ZKEDyEcXc2E/s320/PICT1174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATBy4SqlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/06l6LzGk0AA/s1600-h/PICT1190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268481855859282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATBy4SqlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/06l6LzGk0AA/s320/PICT1190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATBR3zNHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GPRrk2pLsbw/s1600-h/PICT1189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268472995427442" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATBR3zNHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GPRrk2pLsbw/s320/PICT1189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reception pics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUTuMg4KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MxEsuUEyBkM/s1600-h/PICT1209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269889347772578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUTuMg4KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MxEsuUEyBkM/s320/PICT1209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our crazy Clan. Mike and I, SMIL and FIL, Step brothers and GF's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUTN2TLZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EsJj9tto2lY/s1600-h/PICT1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269880664665490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUTN2TLZI/AAAAAAAAAFU/EsJj9tto2lY/s320/PICT1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step brothers and SMIL and my handsome mike in purple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUUUEj5TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ts_CJ2IBDBQ/s1600-h/PICT1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269899514963250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUUUEj5TI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Ts_CJ2IBDBQ/s320/PICT1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The garter removal. THe DJ made him crawl on his hands and knees to get there and get it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Putting it back on was more disturbing. Instead of the guy putting the garter on whoever caught the boquet, they blindfolded the guy and then had him head toward the girl which they swopped out for another guy. They had the girl next to him and made it like was her but a hairy leg. Yeah it was as disturbing as it sounds. Funny but so different!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUUGe4LqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gewPND2amyg/s1600-h/PICT1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314269895867248290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScAUUGe4LqI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gewPND2amyg/s320/PICT1247.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the father daughter dance. It was to "when you wish upon a star" They are very big disney fans. Im not sure if it was the merlot getting to me or what. It was really hard to watch this since I never got a father daugther dance so it was hard to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATC_6G4RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JKg_1vG8bmM/s1600-h/PICT1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314268502533005586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScATC_6G4RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/JKg_1vG8bmM/s320/PICT1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There cake that actually showed up to the church first. I didnt have a whole piece, I was afraid to mix sugar and wine. &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/9222100242235730495-7345009519312681795?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/7345009519312681795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-to-our-family-wedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7345009519312681795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7345009519312681795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-to-our-family-wedding.html' title='Update to our family wedding'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/ScANGYCYreI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qY4X08QR298/s72-c/PICT1154+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-3022823782180752714</id><published>2009-03-10T14:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:55:19.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new Do....</title><content type='html'>SO what do you think ladies??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SbbgamndRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/2AWnW6b96dw/s1600-h/kdh+long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311679558177343074" style="WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SbbgamndRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/2AWnW6b96dw/s320/kdh+long.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/Sbbg2xHEJ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ddwPKTThfAQ/s1600-h/kdh+short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311680042030606322" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/Sbbg2xHEJ_I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ddwPKTThfAQ/s320/kdh+short.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-3022823782180752714?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/3022823782180752714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/3022823782180752714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/3022823782180752714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-new-do.html' title='My new Do....'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SbbgamndRmI/AAAAAAAAACs/2AWnW6b96dw/s72-c/kdh+long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-1826720289575681656</id><published>2009-03-10T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:05:53.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a change</title><content type='html'>Well the time has come to finally get my wifey hair cut/chopped. It feels a little weird since I havent been able to cut it for a year and a half. So it feels weird to be able to cut it now. I am still a little unsure but I know my hairdresser will talk me into it.  I hope to post some before and afters cause I love them.  Well ill post pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-1826720289575681656?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/1826720289575681656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-for-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/1826720289575681656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/1826720289575681656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-for-change.html' title='Time for a change'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-6802044534351372972</id><published>2009-03-03T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T10:23:40.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>know it all vent</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever had one of those friends that think they know everything about everything even if they have never gone through it before. I have a  friend who is getting married and buying a house and any advice I try to give her since I have been there and done that she shoots down and tell me im wrong. Then when I try to tell her the truth she says subject change.  Buying a house is a big deal and there is always tons of hidden fees and things you need to know when buying a house. She completely disregards anything I say as nonsense and basically makes me feel like I have know idea what im talking about. Anywho thanks for letting me vent and get out my irritations. Shes just be so under my skin for the last few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-6802044534351372972?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/6802044534351372972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-it-all-vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/6802044534351372972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/6802044534351372972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/know-it-all-vent.html' title='know it all vent'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-1787219747263997615</id><published>2009-03-03T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:00:13.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Mom</title><content type='html'>Well she got all her test back and both the Bone scan and cat scan of her body is clear and  The cancer has not spread. Finally a little bit of good news in all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-1787219747263997615?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/1787219747263997615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-mom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/1787219747263997615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/1787219747263997615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-on-mom.html' title='Update on Mom'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-2039024915074585950</id><published>2009-03-02T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:08:40.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow day'/><title type='text'>Snow Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDxLQc9GI/AAAAAAAAACk/OB1PwtnKE6c/s1600-h/snow009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308622204133241954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDxLQc9GI/AAAAAAAAACk/OB1PwtnKE6c/s320/snow009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amount about 2 hrs ago been snowing strong since them so Im sure were up to 12" now. Wohoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDwn4mX_I/AAAAAAAAACc/4pIqDVZREqg/s1600-h/snow008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308622194637955058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDwn4mX_I/AAAAAAAAACc/4pIqDVZREqg/s320/snow008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDwME2NlI/AAAAAAAAACU/p85RiPTtuSQ/s1600-h/snow007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308622187173131858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDwME2NlI/AAAAAAAAACU/p85RiPTtuSQ/s320/snow007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDvvs7LTI/AAAAAAAAACM/bwHzgj7bce0/s1600-h/snow006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308622179556601138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDvvs7LTI/AAAAAAAAACM/bwHzgj7bce0/s320/snow006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snow Drifts&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDvCiM5DI/AAAAAAAAACE/k4_i8xJhLy4/s1600-h/snow005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308622167432029234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDvCiM5DI/AAAAAAAAACE/k4_i8xJhLy4/s320/snow005.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;/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/9222100242235730495-2039024915074585950?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/2039024915074585950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/2039024915074585950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/2039024915074585950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day.html' title='Snow Day!!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SawDxLQc9GI/AAAAAAAAACk/OB1PwtnKE6c/s72-c/snow009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-8072982513369119604</id><published>2009-01-29T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:19:10.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You ladies!</title><content type='html'>I really want to thank everyone for there paryers and thoughts during this really difficult time that my family is going through. It does mean alot to me to have such caring friends around me. Thank you again I do appreciate as many prayers and thoughts as you have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-8072982513369119604?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/8072982513369119604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-ladies.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8072982513369119604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8072982513369119604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-ladies.html' title='Thank You ladies!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-8384894055450611520</id><published>2009-01-28T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:52:54.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could I start this year over?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday may quite frankly be the second worst day of my life. First being the day my father died.  Yesterday We (my brother and I) were told that my mother has breast cancer in both breasts.  Wow that was the first time saying that out loud.  Im still a little stunned and shocked but I needed to get it out of my system.  Were not sure what is going to happen and what stage and all that, its still new and we havent heard from her doctors yet.&lt;br /&gt;She had had a lump under her arm since around september and kept it quiet cause she did not want to upset or disturb my wedding. Then it was the holidays and didnt want to ruin them (christmas is her favorite) Then came the first of the year and we had to deal with my brothers issues. So finally she faced it and we took her for a mamogram and a sonogram yesterday afternoon.  It seemed to take forever we were there for over 3 and a half hours. After they tortured her with the mamogram. They found that she had a massive lump in one breast and it had spread to the other. The radioligist was super concerned about it and wanted to get her in ASAP for Biopsy. So now is a waiting game to see what game plan we are up against.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was the most difficult ride home from anywhere.  All my mother could do is sob and ask why her, how is she going to pay the rent, how is she going to work, They are going to kick her out if she cant pay the bills, how she doesnt want to leave us and she will never see grandchildren. It was SO sad cause she doesnt deserve this. She has had nothing but sorrow and hard times since my father past away 10 years ago.  She has had to work 2 jobs just to get by with rent and bills. She is 66 years old and should not have to be going through this at this time in her life. I feel so hopeless not knowing what to say or what to do for her. Her best friend died of breast cancer at the age of 55 and she saw what pain and torture she went through and she is afraid that will happen to her.  Im just at a loss right now and hope things wil get better and I learn how to handle this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-8384894055450611520?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/8384894055450611520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/could-i-start-this-year-over.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8384894055450611520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8384894055450611520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/could-i-start-this-year-over.html' title='Could I start this year over?'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-6342526880904930570</id><published>2009-01-11T10:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:01:37.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New years resolution</title><content type='html'>So now that a new year is upon us and all the christmas clutter is finally away its time to focus on New Years resolutions. Ive done the weight thing last year so I refuse to do that this year. My focus this year as our first married year together is get my act together. My resolution is to get rid of my debt so we can hopefully TTC next year. Its absolutely killing me that I have to wait. I have wanted to be a mommy from when I was a little girl. I know that I cant at this time cause I wouldnt be able to afford being off the couple of months of recoup. I am lucky that I have a job that can incorperate my baby into the mix but its that initial couple months off the recoup  So my mission is to work all I can this year and get rid of alot of my debt so we can live off the one income for the couple months. It just seems so far away to wait. I have waited for 12 years now for marriage and now the dreaded clock is in my head 24/7 and I believe it begining to drive me bonkers, I sometimes feel like im loosing my mind cause I know its there and I cant do to much to fix it right now.  Plus all of my kids that I watch ask me "when am I gonna get a baby, now that your married" They dont understnad but I am constantly reminded about one.   I am    also surrounded by all these wonderful pregnant ladies and it makes me even more BOTB and kinda mad at myself that I have put myself in this position and now I have to wait even more.  So heres hoping that this years New years resolution will be one that I actually succeed in getting rid of debt and haopefull TTC beforfe im 35....  Ok im done with my venting and whining&lt;br /&gt;Anywho on a lighter note. Santa got me Wii for christmas and I just got Wii Fit to go with it and absolutely love it!! I am adicted to the hula hoop game and the super hoola hoop. That gets your heart rate up seriously. Got those extra holiday pounds im trying to hula hoop off.  Im a little sore today from bowling like a maniac last night and my hips are feeling nice from the hoola hooping. I know it sounds odd but its a kick ass game!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well time to go back to my world and work. Thanks for listening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-6342526880904930570?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/6342526880904930570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/6342526880904930570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/6342526880904930570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New years resolution'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-5342187163248525375</id><published>2008-12-31T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:42:46.687-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years eve drama'/><title type='text'>The original drama to new years eve!</title><content type='html'>So now that my morning drama with my brother has settled a little. I am now dealing with my original drama to new years eve. We are going to a close friends house that live down the street for new years like we do every year.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a little back story:&lt;br /&gt;They are our friends that went on our wedding cruise with us and they're son was one of our best men.  So our friend "K" the entire time before leaving on the cruise said that she would hang out with my mom and take her places with them and kind of take care of her during the cruise, so I wouldnt have to worry that she was by herself.  She made a big production how she would take her everywhere and not have worry about anything. That she better not bother us cause K would take care of her. Well the cruise comes along and long story short my mother spent the entire cruise in her room cause K never called or touched base with her to do anything for 2 whole days on the island after the wedding.  I did not find this out till we were getting back on the ship the last day when it was pulling out of port. I find out that she was in her room for the 2 days in tears that she felt like the odd man out that she didnt get to see the island or anything. She has difficulty walking and was unable to do this on her own.&lt;br /&gt;So after returning from bermuda I sent an email to "K" asking her what happened cause I was a little upset that my mother sat in her room for 2 days and if she didnt want to help out (her own idea I never asked her) then she should have said something to one of us and it would have been fine.  I recieved an email back a few days later that stated "I couldnt find her and knew this would come back to bite me in the ass."  Um hello Im confused if you knew if would "come back to bite you in the ass" then wouldnt you make a little bit of an effort to find her. For god sakes my mother was sitting one table away from her "K's" husband the first day. So needless to say I couldnt answer that email and was too upset to talk about it in person with her or on the phone.  So that brings us to tonight we usually go there every New Years eve and mike doesnt know this is still going on.  So we are still going there tonight and its the first time I am going to talk to her in person since the cruise.  So im am little worried how this is going to go. Do I deal with it tonight if she brings it up and have an argument? Do I just say not the time or place? Do I just let it go and pretend nothing happened??  I dont know...Im a little torn about this whole thing so that is my original stree to this day. Im sure I am being a big baby about this but I was devistated that the first time my mother has been on vacation and let alone out of the country in over 30 yrs and she saw nothing. It was probably also be her last vacation as well. So it broke my heart to know she never got to see any of the sites and enjoy her vacation too. I know its all about that she saw me get married and what not but it still hurt me that my friend did this to me and her. If it wasnt for the fact that she swore up and down and made a big production about taking care of her I would have let it go I get that its her vacation too. But to just leave her high and dry breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;So this is my drama that begins my new year. It better end tonight cause Im not having a bad 2009! Its gonna be another good year!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-5342187163248525375?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/5342187163248525375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/original-drama-to-new-years-eve.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/5342187163248525375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/5342187163248525375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/original-drama-to-new-years-eve.html' title='The original drama to new years eve!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-8549536232868760608</id><published>2008-12-31T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:41:42.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irratated'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DWI'/><title type='text'>Family Ughhhh!!!</title><content type='html'>So here I was yesterday thinking of all my plans to do today. Do some last min food shopping for when mike and I are home doing absolutely nothing on New years day. Had the whole day planned out. Then at the bright and early hour of 430 am my house phone starts ringing. By the time I got concious and realized it was ringing and get my ass up to see who it is. It stops ringing. Next thing I know my cell phone goes off and it comes up my brother. I answer it all groggy and I hear an odd voice on the other end. This is State trooper Johnson......My heart sunk into my feet knowing something was wrong with my brother. After getting over the initial shock I heard him say we picked you brother up for a DWI. I have never went from such a panic to anger so fast in my life.  I listened again as the trooper proceed to tell me that I needed to come get him all the way up in bloomfield, which from my house is 1hr 1/2. Ugh.  I was just so irratated and relieved in the same sentence it was nerve wracking. It was the longest ride ever up there. I didnt know wether to be glad that he was safe or beat him senseles cause mike just had this conversation with him last week. "dont do it its not worth it. If your going to drink dont be stupid, Just pull over and put the keys under the car" the whole 9.  So when I picked his drunkard ass out of the tank (thank god no bail)  Found out that we cannot get his car for a min of 12 hrs from the incident, which they round up to 5 oclock. I also have to drag his sorry self all the way back to blooomfield to go get a release form for the car and then back south 20 min to carteret to go pick up his car If there is someone still there. Yeah of all days it has to be news years eve and they go home at 3. Luckily I called the woman at the towing co. and she said call and see if someone is there maybe theyll release it. So if not it has to stay there till friday cause eventhough they are open on NY day they dont release impound cars.  So then he has to pay the storage charge of $50 which at this point in time is the cheapest of his penalties!   Lets just hope that this wakes him up. At age 30 he should have been smarter then that after everyone has told him he has been tempting fate.   I hope once he sleeps this off he will realize how much of a heap of doo doo he stepped in last night. &lt;br /&gt;SO this is how I have spent my New years eve morning and how the rest of the day goes. Lets hope that the snow and weather hold off till we get his car. So im off to make more phone calls to see if I can pick up his car any earlier but dont think so. Will let you know how my new soap opera turns out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-8549536232868760608?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/8549536232868760608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-ughhhh.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8549536232868760608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/8549536232868760608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-ughhhh.html' title='Family Ughhhh!!!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-3636907251482350774</id><published>2008-12-27T13:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:50:50.933-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas day'/><title type='text'>Christmas blur</title><content type='html'>So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; has come and gone and holy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mackerel&lt;/span&gt; it went fast.  I guess since I waited to the last minute to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of my shopping, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have anytime to just sit back and enjoy any of it. We did have a very good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Mike is such a good gift giver (thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;goodness&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)I am not allowed to give him a list otherwise I do not get it!! So I got the  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wii I&lt;/span&gt; wanted!!! I also got 2 pairs of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;croc&lt;/span&gt; boots (I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;croc&lt;/span&gt; addict) Then I also got a new wireless printer for my laptop so I can finally print off here!!!! It really was worth the 4 weeks wait of having them out in front of me torturing me! &lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I should back &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;track&lt;/span&gt; a little. I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve at my mothers house. (yes you read correctly I, mike is not a fan of my mothers so he chooses not to go there. Whatever, it is what it is) So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;any who&lt;/span&gt; I went over there for some food and my presents. I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;digital&lt;/span&gt; photo frame I had been asking for for our wedding photos and a cool lap desk for my laptop in bed.  Then we hit midnight church service at our church, in which my mother sings in the choir. We have been doing this since we were little so my brother and I suck it up and do it for my mother.  Then after that we headed back tp her house to have some desert and to give my mother her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; gifts, which was our photo book I had made for our Wedding and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;portrait&lt;/span&gt; of my brother, my mother and me at my wedding and also a portrait of mike and I.  Of course she had to pull some drama and make a production that why did I have to enlarge the one with her cause in her words" why would you put the fat cow in the photo!" So it turned into a mini battle cause I was a little sensitive cause I was so excited about giving her them and thought she was be super touched and love them and instead I got flack. So that was the end of that night. I crawled into bed around 2 am and then was  awakened by the sound of the town fire signal at 7:30am. ( I think it had to be some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; person in the fire dept setting it off to wake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; children in the town up early) Sure woke me up like a little kid. Then mike and I had our nice quiet morning opening presents together and then he make our traditional big breakfast full of hash browns, eggs, bacon, toast, you name it we had it. Then since we were full with breakfast and presents we took our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; nap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;in laws&lt;/span&gt; up the street for dinner with them and presents. Did pretty good got a GPS, some tools for the house, a bottle of wine and some sheets and blankets( I think she was trying to give a hint to get making with the grandbabies).  Then we gave them there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;photo book&lt;/span&gt; and they absolutely loved it of course tears were flowing. The reaction I was looking for.  We even got some emotion out of his father who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; no-emotion. He even called mike the next day and was all sentimental about it and how much he loved it and how nice it was.  So score one for the good daughter in law, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So its been two days of playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; and cleaning up my disaster of a house.At least trying :) Well I must goo look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; being productive before mike comes home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-3636907251482350774?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/3636907251482350774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-blur.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/3636907251482350774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/3636907251482350774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-blur.html' title='Christmas blur'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-4682782924473172722</id><published>2008-12-24T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:20:20.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas eve'/><title type='text'>Finally Christmas eve</title><content type='html'>Well it finally here. Christmas eve.  I am so excited that it is is finally here, but my mind is swirling with the list I stil have to do before tommarrow. I am so thankful that I just found out I do not have to work today and am able to finish up my to do less with a lower level of stress!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to finish my list a mile long. Hopefully will be back later with a completed list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-4682782924473172722?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/4682782924473172722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-christmas-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4682782924473172722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/4682782924473172722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/finally-christmas-eve.html' title='Finally Christmas eve'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-7110638614560276692</id><published>2008-12-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:49:56.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frazeled eve of the eve!</title><content type='html'>OK so here it is the eve of the eve, not finished with shopping and cant wait to be done with work for the week. Im feeling a little frazled that I dont have enough for my darling husband and have yet to frame the 22x30 antique map I got for him. So how does one frame something that big in front of him without him knowing....Guess santa KDH will be up all night tommarrow night doing it.&lt;br /&gt;So I feel like a kid this year and cannot wait to open my gifts that have been sitting out for the last three weeks from my husband. I really feel like he likes to torture me more than the giving of the gifts, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Well im off to try and make this day go by a little faster and hopefully all of my errands will be done before its christmas morning!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-7110638614560276692?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/7110638614560276692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/frazeled-eve-of-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7110638614560276692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7110638614560276692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/frazeled-eve-of-eve.html' title='Frazeled eve of the eve!'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9222100242235730495.post-7072727546720542513</id><published>2008-12-20T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:28:51.023-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life intro'/><title type='text'>First entry</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my world. My name is Kristen. I am 32 yr old nanny and I am brand new newlywed. My DH and I were married on October 15, 2008 on the beach in the most beautiful country of Bermuda. It was the most amazing day of our lives and will cherish those memories forever!!&lt;br /&gt;Little background. DH and I have been together dating  for 13 years in January. It was a long road not knowing if I would get married but I'm not a nagging person so I never pushed it. I was quite happy living in our world.  Finally in July of 2007 he decided it was time to make me an honest woman (no idea what it means but it sounds funny) He proposed to me during our annual Cape cod trip for my birthday. I was completely floored and was so impressed that he picked out the perfect ring for me and I never told him what I wanted.  So long story short, bringing it around to the first paragraph. We planned a destination wedding in Bermuda. It was a first vacation we took together as a couple and have fallen in love with the country in the many times we have been there.&lt;br /&gt;So what have we been doing for 13 years. We bought our first home in '99 and we have been restoring it ever since. We are doing all the work ourselves. Luckily DH is very handy. We pretty much have completely gutted the entire house and our starting from scratch. We still have not finished the kitchen , since that is the most expensive part to do.  We have a mini temp. kitchen set up upstairs and works pretty well.  So hoping this year will begin the massive finishing of the house. I ain't getting any younger and would love to have babies ASAP but construction look is not what I was going for in a nursery so I think Ill wait a little bit. Like I said I am a nanny and watch 11 diff children during a week (not all together) but I do it full time and Love it. My kids range from 3 yrs old to 11 yrs old. I have been with these families starting 10 years ago and they are all related. Mostly cousins. So that keeps me busy full time and keeps my mind off having babies for a little bit too.&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much is my (our)  life in a tiny nut shell. I hope you didn't fade off anywhere in there and are still here. Cookies to all!! My plan for this blog is to tell my stories of my days. Funny, sad, happy, mad, whatever I need to share. I'm gonna vent it here!! enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9222100242235730495-7072727546720542513?l=kristendh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/feeds/7072727546720542513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-entry.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7072727546720542513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9222100242235730495/posts/default/7072727546720542513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristendh.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-entry.html' title='First entry'/><author><name>Kristen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02174040393734464056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acLA3RPX7CE/SXvhVG-B0HI/AAAAAAAAABk/QNH_t4tkoKo/S220/0303Whiting101508.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
