<?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-15436737</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:52:40.927-07:00</updated><category term='Kase'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='family time'/><title type='text'>Larsen Family News</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>350</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3235644189311296656</id><published>2007-07-26T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T15:09:43.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I am closing this blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I got everyone emailed that wanted the link to my new blog...if not you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:kellielarsen@yahoo.com"&gt;kellielarsen@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;.  thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3235644189311296656?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3235644189311296656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3235644189311296656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3235644189311296656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3235644189311296656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-i-am-closing-this-blog.html' title='Well I am closing this blog'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4808405657395612279</id><published>2007-07-13T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:23.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B-Day Party Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ninjas&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphhzbQ72wI/AAAAAAAAA0g/4XJh8nzr7tc/s1600-h/a+8-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086923315234986754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphhzbQ72wI/AAAAAAAAA0g/4XJh8nzr7tc/s320/a+8-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Japanese Princesses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphhzrQ72xI/AAAAAAAAA0o/d--pqKlrWS0/s1600-h/a+9-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086923319529954066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphhzrQ72xI/AAAAAAAAA0o/d--pqKlrWS0/s320/a+9-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating with chop sticks!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNvLQ72rI/AAAAAAAAAz4/RqhjC-mp9Mk/s1600-h/a+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086901251987987122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNvLQ72rI/AAAAAAAAAz4/RqhjC-mp9Mk/s320/a+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt; food....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNvrQ72sI/AAAAAAAAA0A/i9WhSnmVExA/s1600-h/a+2-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086901260577921730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNvrQ72sI/AAAAAAAAA0A/i9WhSnmVExA/s320/a+2-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;authentic&lt;/span&gt; decoration....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNv7Q72tI/AAAAAAAAA0I/k2ngCaKZnB8/s1600-h/a+4-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086901264872889042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNv7Q72tI/AAAAAAAAA0I/k2ngCaKZnB8/s320/a+4-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNwLQ72uI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JMQVA7-sKDI/s1600-h/a+5-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086901269167856354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNwLQ72uI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/JMQVA7-sKDI/s320/a+5-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Table decorations....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNwbQ72vI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TVOfHSRs9Uo/s1600-h/a+6-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086901273462823666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphNwbQ72vI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/TVOfHSRs9Uo/s320/a+6-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/15436737-4808405657395612279?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4808405657395612279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4808405657395612279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4808405657395612279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4808405657395612279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/b-day-party-pictures.html' title='B-Day Party Pictures'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphhzbQ72wI/AAAAAAAAA0g/4XJh8nzr7tc/s72-c/a+8-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2513014059186823330</id><published>2007-07-13T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:23.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-K Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I about peed my pants when I saw these little graduation outfits Mrs. Becky had for the kids!  Doesn't she look all grown up?  What a cute little girl she is becoming!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086895221853903506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIQLQ72pI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-F3OtYbWZ_Y/s320/a+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIP7Q72oI/AAAAAAAAAzg/wFQ6wakDbIo/s1600-h/a+3-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086895217558936194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIP7Q72oI/AAAAAAAAAzg/wFQ6wakDbIo/s320/a+3-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIQbQ72qI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Y9f8WXHReTs/s1600-h/a+4-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086895226148870818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIQbQ72qI/AAAAAAAAAzw/Y9f8WXHReTs/s320/a+4-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/15436737-2513014059186823330?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2513014059186823330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2513014059186823330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2513014059186823330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2513014059186823330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/pre-k-graduation.html' title='Pre-K Graduation'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RphIQLQ72pI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-F3OtYbWZ_Y/s72-c/a+1-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-373303924339528558</id><published>2007-07-13T19:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:24.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarden Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rpg62LQ72nI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7yiu7AanGxA/s1600-h/a+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086880481526143602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rpg62LQ72nI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7yiu7AanGxA/s400/a+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpgrIrQ72mI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/fTMfWIgF-d4/s1600-h/a+6-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086863207167679074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpgrIrQ72mI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/fTMfWIgF-d4/s400/a+6-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes I know it is several months late BUT....I finally had a break from work to work on my own things :)  All the kids in Kases class had a part to say and they all got to dress up for the part...Kase was the ROCK STAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/15436737-373303924339528558?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/373303924339528558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=373303924339528558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/373303924339528558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/373303924339528558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/kindergarden-graduation.html' title='Kindergarden Graduation'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rpg62LQ72nI/AAAAAAAAAzY/7yiu7AanGxA/s72-c/a+1-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8472521049115605414</id><published>2007-07-08T12:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:24.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little sis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpEx6D_J5bI/AAAAAAAAAzA/uA9aRzL6qEg/s1600-h/i+1-2+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084900327850370482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpEx6D_J5bI/AAAAAAAAAzA/uA9aRzL6qEg/s320/i+1-2+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpExej_J5aI/AAAAAAAAAy4/N8Z8dE8DfB8/s1600-h/f+1-2+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084899855403967906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpExej_J5aI/AAAAAAAAAy4/N8Z8dE8DfB8/s320/f+1-2+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpExLD_J5ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/W9ENDtNxCbs/s1600-h/NEW+ONE+BLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084899520396518802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpExLD_J5ZI/AAAAAAAAAyw/W9ENDtNxCbs/s320/NEW+ONE+BLOG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpEwqz_J5YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ES1H5tRmlEM/s1600-h/z+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084898966345737602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpEwqz_J5YI/AAAAAAAAAyo/ES1H5tRmlEM/s320/z+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this girl to death! She is has more personality then all of our family combined! She is staying with me this month, helping me with my kids and just keeping me company. She makes me laugh so hard, she doesn't even have to say anything that funny. I just laugh at her! and beside she is freakin gorgeous...can you believe she is only 15?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more of her on my photo blog but i just got done with these and I wanted to post some her too! enjoy! &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/15436737-8472521049115605414?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8472521049115605414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8472521049115605414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8472521049115605414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8472521049115605414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-little-sis.html' title='My little sis!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RpEx6D_J5bI/AAAAAAAAAzA/uA9aRzL6qEg/s72-c/i+1-2+BLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6336645332771096650</id><published>2007-07-05T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:05:12.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is up with little boys and their wieners?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously!  Today we went out to eat and in the middle of dinner Kase announces to the restaurant that his wiener is sticking up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"well quit playing with it" I said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I didn't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kase it doesn't stand up on it's own for no reason"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes it does"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Kase trust me I KNOW, it doesn't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well why not?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Because when you touch it, then it stands up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"And if you touch it too much it will fall off."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No it won't"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am serious it will shrivel up and fall off"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh I guess I won't play with it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHYYYYYY does he rub it like a wishing stone all freakin day long?  Boys are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6336645332771096650?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6336645332771096650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6336645332771096650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6336645332771096650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6336645332771096650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-is-up-with-little-boys-and-their.html' title='What is up with little boys and their wieners?'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7243549470823348727</id><published>2007-07-03T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:54:45.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 things</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by meegs ... &lt;a href="http://meeganlittlefield.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://meeganlittlefield.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; to list 8 things I love...&lt;br /&gt;1. Compliments...oh love to hear anything nice. I beat myself up so much it is just nice hear anything positive. It makes me feel like a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Affection from my kids. I love hugs and kisses from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Oreo Cookies...yummy! I can eat a whole bag of them in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Traveling. I am a huge traveler, I am not content staying in this town and not seeing whats out there. I love to go and do things, see new towns, visit friends, eat new foods! I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Yoga...every time I go it kicks my butt and I still love it. It is the best kind of workout! I took a class last week with my good friend Lisa and I am still sore! I was totally drained after we went but it is my favorite kind of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Peach anything, peach lotion, peach candles, air freashener...I love that smell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My two passions....photography and scrapbooking. Photography has taken over my life lately so I haven't had time to do a lot of scrapbooking. But I love both and I am glad I have creative outlooks in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My friends. I have a huge group of people who care about me. That is one of the things I am soo grateful for in my life. No matter where I have been I always walk away with at least one really good friend that I stay in contact with. It feels really good to have so many people care about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7243549470823348727?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7243549470823348727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7243549470823348727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7243549470823348727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7243549470823348727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-things.html' title='8 things'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7349174976484956929</id><published>2007-06-27T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:25.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally found sometime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIEej_J5PI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sBNjvvuluBo/s1600-h/pg+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080628252730057970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIEej_J5PI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sBNjvvuluBo/s320/pg+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIDdT_J5NI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P8EEV1JvOXw/s1600-h/pg+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080627131743593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIDdT_J5NI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/P8EEV1JvOXw/s320/pg+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIDdj_J5OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ZthUVnrz5Ac/s1600-h/pg+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080627136038560994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIDdj_J5OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ZthUVnrz5Ac/s320/pg+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBvT_J5JI/AAAAAAAAAww/DEba1-p5-cA/s1600-h/pg+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080625241957983378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBvT_J5JI/AAAAAAAAAww/DEba1-p5-cA/s320/pg+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBvz_J5KI/AAAAAAAAAw4/j6S6EA_6SdE/s1600-h/pg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080625250547917986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBvz_J5KI/AAAAAAAAAw4/j6S6EA_6SdE/s320/pg+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBwD_J5LI/AAAAAAAAAxA/i-MRzhCp28I/s1600-h/pg+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080625254842885298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIBwD_J5LI/AAAAAAAAAxA/i-MRzhCp28I/s320/pg+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; behind with work I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desperately&lt;/span&gt; trying to pull &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; out of this low point in my life so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scrap booked&lt;/span&gt; all day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I left my room I just scrapped and scrapped. Man it felt good to get something done you have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;noooo&lt;/span&gt; idea! I didn't help really with my current situation but at least I was able to get my mind of the sadness I have been feeling. I hate that I am missing something that wasn't mine to begin with.&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/15436737-7349174976484956929?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7349174976484956929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7349174976484956929&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7349174976484956929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7349174976484956929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-finally-found-sometime.html' title='I finally found sometime...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoIEej_J5PI/AAAAAAAAAxg/sBNjvvuluBo/s72-c/pg+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2431906509119911273</id><published>2007-06-26T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:25.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This month bubba turned 6 and Sissy turned 4.  Wow, I have a 6 year old!  Crazy!  We had a Oriental party that raaawked!  We had Chinese food that was eaten with real chopsticks, I ordered each girl a parasol and each boy a sword and Chinese fighting stars.  Plus I had custom made fortune cookies for each of the kids to take home!  It was a great party!  I didn't think I would have the energy to pull off a party this year, I even said I wasn't going to do one.  Ha, I know myself MUCH better then that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoHgNz_J5GI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fpRxsDBi-3Q/s1600-h/birthday+kase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080588382548649058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoHgNz_J5GI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fpRxsDBi-3Q/s400/birthday+kase.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoHgOD_J5HI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uWo__4oTvTw/s1600-h/birthday+macie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080588386843616370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoHgOD_J5HI/AAAAAAAAAwg/uWo__4oTvTw/s400/birthday+macie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2431906509119911273?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2431906509119911273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2431906509119911273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2431906509119911273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2431906509119911273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-getting-old.html' title='I&apos;m getting old!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RoHgNz_J5GI/AAAAAAAAAwY/fpRxsDBi-3Q/s72-c/birthday+kase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7850824351865257215</id><published>2007-06-21T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:26.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bwahahahhah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntQfipKGGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KQMhh13CJf8/s1600-h/macies+card+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078741507595966562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntQfipKGGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KQMhh13CJf8/s320/macies+card+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntQfypKGHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bMLrsnZH49s/s1600-h/macies+card+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078741511890933874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntQfypKGHI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/bMLrsnZH49s/s320/macies+card+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes a year of preschool and what did she learn?  NOTHING!  oh wait she thinks an O is a zero and an I is a one...and her name starts with "rainbow, rainbow"  He he!  I wonder what next year will bring!&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/15436737-7850824351865257215?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7850824351865257215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7850824351865257215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7850824351865257215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7850824351865257215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/bwahahahhah.html' title='bwahahahhah!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntQfipKGGI/AAAAAAAAAwI/KQMhh13CJf8/s72-c/macies+card+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2037161509255946322</id><published>2007-06-21T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:27.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had to post this here too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZipKGCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/J_i-04IAUQE/s1600-h/a+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078733707935356962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZipKGCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/J_i-04IAUQE/s200/a+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZipKGDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/zceclkQ0leI/s1600-h/rock+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078733707935356978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZipKGDI/AAAAAAAAAvw/zceclkQ0leI/s200/rock+pic+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZypKGEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PvzDKVK7CE8/s1600-h/rock+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078733712230324290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZypKGEI/AAAAAAAAAv4/PvzDKVK7CE8/s200/rock+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJaCpKGFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gQtY3qDfsRU/s1600-h/rock+pic+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078733716525291602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJaCpKGFI/AAAAAAAAAwA/gQtY3qDfsRU/s200/rock+pic+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have these on my photo blog also ( &lt;a href="http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ) BUT I had to share them here too! I have wanted to get shots like these forever! I am so glad that I did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2037161509255946322?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2037161509255946322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2037161509255946322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2037161509255946322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2037161509255946322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-had-to-post-this-here-too.html' title='I had to post this here too!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RntJZipKGCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/J_i-04IAUQE/s72-c/a+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6204848695770766660</id><published>2007-06-09T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the baby bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmsHRypKF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/sibJLET0PFg/s1600-h/bird+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074157407396566914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmsHRypKF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/sibJLET0PFg/s320/bird+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Macie woke me up real early the other day telling me that she had caught a bird, when I opened my eyes I realized that she was holding a baby bird! I guess the little thing had flown into the window, Kase and Macie had heard the noise and the went outside and saw a baby bird that could fly...How cool is that! So I wrapped the poor liitle thing up in a towel and set it outside. Macie was so worried about the little bird so we had to bring it inside. Later that day, I had totally forgotten about it, when I came home it was not where I had left it. We looked all over for the dumb thing but we finally found it flying around in our house! We chased the thing forever trying to get it down. It was soo hillaious we were just running around the house chasing it down. Finally Macie got a hold of the thing, I figured that it was feeling better and we could let it go, I grab my camera and we headed outside, I was messing with my settings, Macie started to cry, the bird squeezed out of her hand and flew away. Get this, she was bawling because I didn't get a picture of the bird before it left. She makes me laugh so hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6204848695770766660?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6204848695770766660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6204848695770766660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6204848695770766660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6204848695770766660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/baby-bird.html' title='the baby bird'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmsHRypKF4I/AAAAAAAAAuY/sibJLET0PFg/s72-c/bird+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3945524547322023446</id><published>2007-06-05T16:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:27.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures taken by the ever so talented...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjNipKF0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/bHVB7uMum9c/s1600-h/g+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072710377079969602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjNipKF0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/bHVB7uMum9c/s320/g+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjNypKF1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pLyg8hp0kMk/s1600-h/e+1-4+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072710381374936914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjNypKF1I/AAAAAAAAAuA/pLyg8hp0kMk/s320/e+1-4+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjOCpKF2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/NJsqoi6MGRE/s1600-h/e+1-3+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072710385669904226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjOCpKF2I/AAAAAAAAAuI/NJsqoi6MGRE/s320/e+1-3+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meegan, from Meegan Littlefeild Photography. She is amazing. Love the girl to pieces, I love her photographic vision and I love her personality. Apparently I do this face that says something quite sexual and she picked up on it...all throughout the shoot she was saying show me the "....face" yeah that doesn't work when a girl is taking your pictures...all I kept doing was cracking up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3945524547322023446?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3945524547322023446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3945524547322023446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3945524547322023446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3945524547322023446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-pictures-taken-by-ever-so-talented.html' title='New pictures taken by the ever so talented...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RmXjNipKF0I/AAAAAAAAAt4/bHVB7uMum9c/s72-c/g+1-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1178799736092189773</id><published>2007-06-01T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T00:41:56.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The benefit of being depressed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't eat and I spend money, in fact I have spent tons of money this round.  I guess I try to find something to fill the void, it works momentarily but it never is enough.  And even though I recognize what I am doing, I still do it searching for some kind of satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got a whole bunch of new clothes, I have lost a lot of weight and nothing fits me anymore, so I thought why not!  Got some clothes, bought Shayla a birthday outfit and hooked my self up with some cute new shirts and necklaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But the most exciting part in this is that I got was a new lens...oh yes and this one just might make me happy for a couple days, at least it will keep me distracted.  My lens is a 24-70mm 2.8L  Yeah baby, it cost more then my camera and I am so excited to finally have it.  It is freakin huge, I am going to have to start lifting or something to be able to shoot with it on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1178799736092189773?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1178799736092189773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1178799736092189773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1178799736092189773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1178799736092189773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/06/benefit-of-being-depressed.html' title='The benefit of being depressed'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3446343228675091508</id><published>2007-05-28T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:28.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>We had a great weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;With the kids in town I thought it would be fun if we headed over to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ut&lt;/span&gt; and to Arches Nation Park. We were hoping we could leave by 5 or so, get there around midnight, set up camp in the dark and then wake up cook breakfast and be off to enjoy the beautiful park. Yeah didn't really go that way. We left late (surprise, surprise) got there at 1:00 am, drove around to find a camping spot and there weren't any so Justin suggest we just go into town and see if we could find a hotel....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me:WHAT they have hotels here? Why didn't you tell me that in the first place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;J: Well I thought you wanted to camp...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me: No I just thought that was our only option!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously if I would have known that, I could have saved $400 in camping equipment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHybykgEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CswtyeZkj-o/s1600-h/a+6-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865474802876482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHybykgEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CswtyeZkj-o/s320/a+6-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So a hundred dollars later we found a hotel to "camp" at. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Moab&lt;/span&gt; is actually a much bigger town then I thought. I was totally surprised. Hum I have lived in Utah more then 15 years and I had no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHyLykgCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/7UYiWh5MW10/s1600-h/a+4-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865470507909154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHyLykgCI/AAAAAAAAAs4/7UYiWh5MW10/s320/a+4-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So hiking was a lot of fun. We hit four different hikes, spent a lot of time together with the kids. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; proudly announced that we were going to a &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; national park. Never new it got to the "super" status but cool! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Macie&lt;/span&gt; decided that she need to fill her shoes with sand because her feet were hurting and we watch a bunny try to commit suicide (not really we just scared it and he tried to jump off a cliff) The park was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; beautiful! We will have to go back and do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHxrykgAI/AAAAAAAAAso/LJDm3B-teBI/s1600-h/a+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865461917974530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHxrykgAI/AAAAAAAAAso/LJDm3B-teBI/s320/a+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHyLykgDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4-aDNjn_R9c/s1600-h/a+5-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865470507909170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHyLykgDI/AAAAAAAAAtA/4-aDNjn_R9c/s320/a+5-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHx7ykgBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0a4dWrEUW4s/s1600-h/a+3-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069865466212941842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHx7ykgBI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0a4dWrEUW4s/s320/a+3-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea where the captin morgan pose came from but everytime one of us would reach the top of the trail we would hit the pose....so we had to get pictures of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3446343228675091508?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3446343228675091508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3446343228675091508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3446343228675091508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3446343228675091508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-had-great-weekend.html' title='We had a great weekend!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RlvHybykgEI/AAAAAAAAAtI/CswtyeZkj-o/s72-c/a+6-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4878732293176555176</id><published>2007-05-24T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:05:16.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I look like I fit in to Mormonville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shay, Jayce, and Ty are here visiting for the weekend, I have been running around getting things ready for our trip to Zion and Arches this weekend.  Picture me....huge SUV, 5 kids, running around town.  I feel like I finally fit in.  Typical Mormon mommy, with her kids 2 years apart...yeah that is sooooo not going to be me....evah!  Sorry mormonville I am refusing to join.   Have a great weekend!  I promise I will try to be back to my regualr posting next week!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4878732293176555176?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4878732293176555176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4878732293176555176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4878732293176555176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4878732293176555176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-look-like-i-fit-in-to-mormonville.html' title='I look like I fit in to Mormonville'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5210140225685139983</id><published>2007-05-15T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:53:51.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is surprizing to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you have made a horrible choice who stands by you and who walks away. I think I will always be surprised by the support I have had these last couple days. I have made a lot of bad choices. I am so grateful for the support I have received, grateful for the prayers, thoughts, advice and love that everyone has shown me. I guess throughout my life I have learned the hard way, always have and maybe always will. There is so much going on in my life, so many struggles that I have to overcome. I am so glad that I have such an amazing support system to fall back on, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that I have friends who understand me enough that they will support me through anything. I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like I deserve the love I have felt this last little while and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-5210140225685139983?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5210140225685139983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5210140225685139983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5210140225685139983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5210140225685139983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/it-is-surprizing-to-me.html' title='It is surprizing to me...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2355383851230480309</id><published>2007-05-11T20:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:51:25.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm putting a privacy blocker on my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;please email me so I can add you to the list of approved people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:kellielarsen@yahoo.com"&gt;kellielarsen@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW! I have gotten 40 emails in 3 days from all of you guys who read my blog! Crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going to keep this up for a couple weeks for everyone to see it. Thanks for stopping by!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2355383851230480309?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2355383851230480309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2355383851230480309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2355383851230480309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2355383851230480309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-putting-privacy-blocker-on-my-blog.html' title='I&apos;m putting a privacy blocker on my blog'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3295385914516685339</id><published>2007-05-10T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:29.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since when does he not need me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW3zYcmrI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4AKiMTjmPBk/s1600-h/b+6-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062985922780109490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW3zYcmrI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4AKiMTjmPBk/s320/b+6-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW3zYcmsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JzSup4gCo6g/s1600-h/b+5-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062985922780109506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW3zYcmsI/AAAAAAAAAnM/JzSup4gCo6g/s320/b+5-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW4DYcmtI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0p8v7kMQzpU/s1600-h/b+4-1blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062985927075076818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW4DYcmtI/AAAAAAAAAnU/0p8v7kMQzpU/s320/b+4-1blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW4DYcmuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dhpkRsyy_nU/s1600-h/b+1-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062985927075076834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW4DYcmuI/AAAAAAAAAnc/dhpkRsyy_nU/s320/b+1-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He just decieded that he that he wanted to ride his bike without training wheels so Justin took them off. I figured that I would sit out there with him, run along the side of him and encourage him, catch him when he tipped over....that is so not how it happened. He got on it and took off and that was it! No help from me he just did it! What a punk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3295385914516685339?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3295385914516685339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3295385914516685339&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3295385914516685339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3295385914516685339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/since-when-does-he-not-need-me.html' title='Since when does he not need me?'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNW3zYcmrI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4AKiMTjmPBk/s72-c/b+6-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7707889432176627816</id><published>2007-05-09T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:29.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kase'/><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNHYzYcmqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2Nv4Q88FKH4/s1600-h/tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062968897529748130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNHYzYcmqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2Nv4Q88FKH4/s320/tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and another ones gone, another ones gone, another one bites the dust!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kase has lost his 2nd tooth! This time wasnt as exciting as the last time, he even fell asleep &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; holding his tooth fairy box. Now he has two missing teeth on the bottom and he is so cute! I can't wait for the top ones to start coming out cause pictures of that will be priceless! I totally wonder if he will get my big front teeth, I sure hope not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7707889432176627816?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7707889432176627816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7707889432176627816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7707889432176627816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7707889432176627816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/another-one-bites-dust.html' title='Another one bites the dust'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RkNHYzYcmqI/AAAAAAAAAm8/2Nv4Q88FKH4/s72-c/tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6043049678325532109</id><published>2007-05-07T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:04:21.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days I feel like I have nothing to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today I have sooo much to type about! It is funny how much I want to write! I had an interesting weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a shoot Saturday night, the couple didn't show up and i forgot my client book so I had no way of contacting them so I went to drive home. I was sitting at the light and some kid ran into the back of me. Yep my cars not even 2 months old and I get hit. Luckily it was just a tiny little car and I was the big one cause his entire hood was pushed up against his windshield. So we pull over and the first thing he says to me is how sorry he is and please don't call the cops because his licence is suspended. Thinking that was the nice thing to do I agree and I try to get his insurance information.  He insist that he write it all down and every time I try to look at the card he turns it away from me.  I finally grab it and double check it and what do you know he totally messed up the numbers...and yes it was on purpose.  He starts to get antsy so I ask him for his phone number name and I write down his licence plate number.  After he left I started to feel like I got screwed over so I started calling the numbers he gave me and none of them are right.  So I call the cops...they catch him on his way to Hurricane (which is like 15 mins away) and they bring him back to where I am.  He gets on the phone to his mom and he just starts bawling.  She says she is going to sell his motorcycle, he says that his girlfriend doesn't want to marry him anymore.  He is seriously upset and I feel totally bad for him.  It seems like he is having a bad time in his life.  I kinda wish I hadn't called the cops on him but I thought that would at least get me the right insurance information...well turns out he did have any insurance at all!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So lesson learned when you are nice to people you get screwed over...I'm so kidding! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6043049678325532109?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6043049678325532109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6043049678325532109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6043049678325532109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6043049678325532109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-days-i-feel-like-i-have-nothing-to.html' title='Some days I feel like I have nothing to post'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5494952979169421109</id><published>2007-05-01T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:40:30.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am happy with who I am....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seems like all of my life I have been searching for acceptance from other people.  I have always need approval from everyone that I meet.  It drives me crazy when people don't like me and I tend to over compinsate to win over the person that doesn't like me.  I have done alot to change and mold into this person that I think everyone else wants me to be.  You think that I'd grow out of it but it is something that I have been working on all my life.  What is cool is that I am now finding people who like the weird corky things about me.  People who actually embrace the side of me I have kept hidden for so long.  It is weird how that happens, weird how I can find people who like the actually me.   It is becoming easier to let my walls down, easier to love me, and to let people in.  That is a really cool feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-5494952979169421109?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5494952979169421109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5494952979169421109&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5494952979169421109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5494952979169421109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-happy-with-who-i-am.html' title='I am happy with who I am....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4170899355118876413</id><published>2007-04-26T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:30.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RjF3rTYcmmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ooW3XYWIPx4/s1600-h/c+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057955442334669410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RjF3rTYcmmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ooW3XYWIPx4/s320/c+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RjF1tjYcmlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QwNVltLDB4c/s1600-h/c+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057953281966119506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RjF1tjYcmlI/AAAAAAAAAmU/QwNVltLDB4c/s320/c+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out her apartment....it is above her head....it is downtown slc right by the gateway.  it totally fits her !  I am sooo glad that things are looking good for her...she is such a nut!&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/15436737-4170899355118876413?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4170899355118876413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4170899355118876413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4170899355118876413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4170899355118876413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-crazy-sister.html' title='My Crazy Sister'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RjF3rTYcmmI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ooW3XYWIPx4/s72-c/c+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6539926431190592086</id><published>2007-04-23T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:30.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor, poor Zoi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2UhOPy1sI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6kIy0Fg2iC8/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056861255087871682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2UhOPy1sI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6kIy0Fg2iC8/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is not feeling very good, she is sooo weak I am really scared she is going to die! It is the sadest thing watching her just sleep and sit there. She barely has enough energy to breath...poor thing I hope she doesnt die :(!&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;UPDATE: she died last night, it was so sad.  poor little thing i guess the guy at the pet store was right i couldnt handle a camelion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6539926431190592086?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6539926431190592086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6539926431190592086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6539926431190592086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6539926431190592086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/04/poor-poor-zoi.html' title='Poor, poor Zoi!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2UhOPy1sI/AAAAAAAAAmM/6kIy0Fg2iC8/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5817703181618083502</id><published>2007-04-23T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:31.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who came to our house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2Sd-Py1oI/AAAAAAAAAls/jbTnD5hGRBk/s1600-h/blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056859000230041218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2Sd-Py1oI/AAAAAAAAAls/jbTnD5hGRBk/s320/blog+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2Sd-Py1pI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YubfXqNJkWE/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056859000230041234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2Sd-Py1pI/AAAAAAAAAl0/YubfXqNJkWE/s320/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2SeOPy1qI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iNeP_gAxcrw/s1600-h/blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056859004525008546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2SeOPy1qI/AAAAAAAAAl8/iNeP_gAxcrw/s320/blog+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2SeOPy1rI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ok4sYcDXm3Q/s1600-h/blog+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056859004525008562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2SeOPy1rI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Ok4sYcDXm3Q/s320/blog+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tooth fairy!!! Kase has been sooo excited, he has 5 loose teeth and one finally fell out Saturday Night ...get this we were out on a date when it fell out...and it was 10:00 when I picked the kids up so the tooth fairy had to wait and come Sunday. (I told kase she was in bed so that I could take a pictures of his cute little tooth! Man this makes me feel old! I hate this milestones, I remember when I was sooo excited to see Kase roll or walk and now with each one I realize I cant have time back with them. I want to keep them little, I want to sing lullabies to them forever, kiss them till the run away...If only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-5817703181618083502?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5817703181618083502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5817703181618083502&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5817703181618083502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5817703181618083502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/04/guess-who-came-to-our-house.html' title='Guess who came to our house...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ri2Sd-Py1oI/AAAAAAAAAls/jbTnD5hGRBk/s72-c/blog+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6373387322081900431</id><published>2007-04-12T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:36:03.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>24 hours later I am on my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gezzzz I am in desperate need of a vacation...I am heading up north for a couple days to go to the scrapbooking expo with some girlfriends...I cant wait to be off and to have some time alone!  I was suppose to leave yesterday afternoon but work is so backed up I couldnt get out of here...awwww 3 days away from all the stuff will be soo nice!  Have a great weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6373387322081900431?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6373387322081900431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6373387322081900431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6373387322081900431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6373387322081900431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/04/24-hours-later-i-am-on-my-way.html' title='24 hours later I am on my way'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7104594560403132295</id><published>2007-03-31T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T11:17:19.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to most embarrassing moment-this tops them all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I debated as to whether or not I would post this but it tops my list of humiliating things that happen to me or that I do to myself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Justin and I's anniversary is next week and for a year and a half I have wanted to take some sexy pictures for him but after having kids my body is nothing like sexy.  I have avoided it over and over until finally I decided that if i didn't get them done that I would prolly never do them so I woke up weds morning and thought today will be a great day for pictures.  I got all ready...now I am not a real prissy girl, I like make up but I don't wear it everyday.  BUT for pictures I go totally go all out.  Fake eyelashes, hair extensions, tons of ratting of the hair...it is a big process.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I get all ready, set up my backdrop and my tripod and I get naked.  Ok I have to say here that I do think my body is totally sexy, i don't my girly parts are sexy and i don't think showing them is sexy....besides you can take a totally sexy pictures without the showing anything...kwim?  SO that was the kind of pictures that I was going for...NOTHING CRUDE or VULGAR...that's just not sexy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I am taking picture which with a tripod is totally an ordeal, I am sweating I am naked and then Macie comes in my room.  Being naked in our house has never been a big deal but she quickly wants to know why i am taking pictures and she begins to give me posing advice.  " i like it when you do this, mom you need to cover your boobies, i think you should smile."  Then she in forms me that she sees my "pee pee." Ok Macie get out of my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just then there is a knock on my door...crap it is my cleaning lady...I am completely naked except for my 5 inch hooker shoes, which btw i cant hardly walk in.  I yell down the hall that I will be right out...I go get dressed and as I am walking out of my bedroom I hear Macie say "hey, hey Steph, my Mom was taking pictures of her PEE PEE!"  right then I walk around the corner with the hair extensions and fake eyelashes.  OH MY GOSH!  I was totally humiliated, she gave me the weirdest look and I tried to explain what I was doing but how to recover from that?  Seriously does stuff like this only happen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7104594560403132295?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7104594560403132295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7104594560403132295&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7104594560403132295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7104594560403132295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-to-most-embarrassing-moment-this.html' title='I have to most embarrassing moment-this tops them all!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1553634234500223481</id><published>2007-03-31T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T10:48:48.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my recent favs...</title><content type='html'>1-OK I am loving my new external hard drive....so worth my money to finally get one, you wouldn't believe how many pictures I had on my computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-My Dark hair....yep I am no longer a blond.  I guess I will have to post some pictures...It actually was waaaay darker then I expected but it was a great mistake.  Justin of course hates it and the first thing he said to me was "you look like your mother."   I think my mommy is hot so I could take that as a complement even though it wasn't.  I love it...it looks good on me I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-My Justin Timberlake CD... ok song #5 i love!  I rarely buy CDS but for Justin I will make the exception!  I kinda have a school girl crush on him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-I am still loving my new car and yes one of these days I will post pictures of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Nighttime with my Kaser Boy.  He has been asking for lullabies lately, so at night time I lay in bed with him and sing to him.  We then sit and talk and he asks me to tell him stories about when I was little.  I hope he remembers these little moments and cherishes them just as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1553634234500223481?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1553634234500223481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1553634234500223481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1553634234500223481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1553634234500223481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/some-of-my-recent-favs.html' title='Some of my recent favs...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3308833906125226195</id><published>2007-03-27T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:46:51.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck = Hard Work = US</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Got a call from Justin today he wanted to go to a movie with the family..."u have been working too hard we need to go and do something together.  What a great feeling to have him care about us, it is hard for him to express his feelings, he rarely tells me personal things but to know he cares about me makes me happy!  What I also love is that no matter what movie we go see Justin knows when I am going to cry.  He waits for it and then watches me as tears stream down my face.  It is nice to have someone know me and understand me.  Someone who loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3308833906125226195?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3308833906125226195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3308833906125226195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3308833906125226195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3308833906125226195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/luck-hard-work-us.html' title='Luck = Hard Work = US'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1346528005084506513</id><published>2007-03-22T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:54:53.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont be destracted by my enormous head...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like it is just huge! I went to a church thing last night...mostly because they asked me to come and share my "talents"  So I brought a couple pictures of my sweet family, some of my favorites from clients and set them out on a small table.  I had people coming up to me all night, telling me how good they were...I do but I don't like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;compliments&lt;/span&gt; it is kind of a weird thing.  I like to get them, I actually crave them but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how to respond.  So by the end of the night i was on cloud nine!  I was totally happy and felt great about myself!  I guess it is always good to have a little bit of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;compliments&lt;/span&gt; every once in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1346528005084506513?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1346528005084506513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1346528005084506513&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1346528005084506513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1346528005084506513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/dont-be-destracted-by-my-enormous-head.html' title='Dont be destracted by my enormous head...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3796507840642071755</id><published>2007-03-11T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T10:37:13.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brown &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Secret Embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Victoria's Secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Size 34 C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Very cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brand new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Missing for 2 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If anyone has seen my bra please contact me. Thanks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;UPDATE: I found it!  wooo hoooo!  I almost went online and bought another one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3796507840642071755?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3796507840642071755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3796507840642071755&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3796507840642071755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3796507840642071755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7873540338153643037</id><published>2007-03-11T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T13:13:50.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Rude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was rudely awakened this morning at 2:00 AM to some inappropriate touchy touchy from Justin.  Why he was awake and ready to go at 2 am I don't know, AND why he didn't make his move while I was awake and laying next to him is sexy underwear I don't know either.  But 2:00 AM seemed more convenient for him.  Lets just say our marriage has never lacked in the intimacy department, it is one thing that has always been good...but why why why at 2:00 AM?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7873540338153643037?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7873540338153643037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7873540338153643037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7873540338153643037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7873540338153643037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/how-rude.html' title='How Rude'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3410695172351177129</id><published>2007-03-08T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T01:22:20.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New header... New links &amp; New Pictures!</title><content type='html'>Yep is almost 1:00 am I am still up...I am waiting for some pictures to post to my site so I can post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;....i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; tired of editing so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;played&lt;/span&gt; around with some pictures that we took around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;....I just start giggling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; snorting when I look at them! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bwhahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also added more blog to my stalker list BUT I know that I didn't get them all,, I seriously look at over 50 blogs a day so my list is really small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;compared&lt;/span&gt; to what I really stalk...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; be offended if your not up there....tell me and I will add you to my stalker list. :) later skater!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh...by the way my spell check is working agian..thanks Ang! maybe now I wont have to go back and edit my post 3 times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3410695172351177129?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3410695172351177129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3410695172351177129&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3410695172351177129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3410695172351177129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-header-new-links.html' title='New header... New links &amp; New Pictures!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-586594549229686732</id><published>2007-03-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:27:44.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pursuit of Perfection</title><content type='html'>Perfection is something I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;strived&lt;/span&gt; for all of my life.  I think that being the first kid in a fairly large family had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; to do with it.  I was expected to be a lot of things.... perfect was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; one of them.  I have carried around those expectations all of my life and of course OTHER PEOPLE have added to my list of expectations.  I continued allowing other people tell me what was perfect.  The perfect weight, the perfect height, the perfect attitude, the perfect friend, the perfect girlfriend, the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect artist, the perfect person, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;etc&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Until&lt;/span&gt; I started yo break down, I started to understand that really there is no such PERFECT.  I could work my tail off and still never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;achieve&lt;/span&gt; that kind of perfection.  I would never ever reach the level I had set for myself.  I am perfect for me, I do the best I can and that is it.  I am perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-586594549229686732?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/586594549229686732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=586594549229686732&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/586594549229686732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/586594549229686732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/pursuit-of-perfection.html' title='Pursuit of Perfection'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7617858391750566385</id><published>2007-03-02T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new pet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi4Z1bd-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/I0nfrPjbRbg/s1600-h/1+c+4-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037384904361080802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi4Z1bd-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/I0nfrPjbRbg/s200/1+c+4-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi451bd_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/0Yry8aNbPf8/s1600-h/2+a+7-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037384912951015410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi451bd_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/0Yry8aNbPf8/s200/2+a+7-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi451beAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tI-_XhqX5Q0/s1600-h/2+d+3-1+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037384912951015426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi451beAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/tI-_XhqX5Q0/s200/2+d+3-1+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep we finally bought the lizard we have been eyebawling for months! She is just a baby and she is very sensitive, I hope she lives. We have spent hours  watching her climb, move her eyes in opposite directions, and eat crickets. She is sooo much fun even Justin comes in to check on her! She is seriously the coolest pet, she is very corky and odd and it is so fun to watch her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7617858391750566385?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7617858391750566385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7617858391750566385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7617858391750566385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7617858391750566385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-new-pet.html' title='Our new pet....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rehi4Z1bd-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/I0nfrPjbRbg/s72-c/1+c+4-1+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-879711992204018480</id><published>2007-03-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:32.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotlight On Kaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RecgMdjAh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/yy3mxyhqACE/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037030106699171794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RecgMdjAh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/yy3mxyhqACE/s320/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kase had a great week last week being the "sunshine enginer" in school.  He got to be the line leader and the king of the day every day for a week.  All the kids in his class drew a picture of him and didn't have to do anything!  He thought it was all pretty darn cool!  Of course I had to do a poster...after I was done I showed Justin and he said..."because you don't do simple."  I guess that is about right.  I wanted it to be cute and it had to have order...exspecially with the  butt load of pictures I had to put on there :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-879711992204018480?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/879711992204018480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=879711992204018480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/879711992204018480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/879711992204018480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/03/spotlight-on-kaser.html' title='Spotlight On Kaser'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RecgMdjAh9I/AAAAAAAAAfU/yy3mxyhqACE/s72-c/poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2080125634700469779</id><published>2007-02-27T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:49:09.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats up with 100 calorie packs?</title><content type='html'>there is nothing in them.  it is like eating 2 little oreos and what is the point in that?  Seriously.  I want more then four peices.  I am a big girl I need more sugar!  Cant they figure out how to give you a big snack with 100 calories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2080125634700469779?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2080125634700469779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2080125634700469779&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2080125634700469779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2080125634700469779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/whats-up-with-100-calorie-packs.html' title='whats up with 100 calorie packs?'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8721652966308845303</id><published>2007-02-23T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:33.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The business cards!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are my children cards. yeah these are already ordered and I realized that the number and website are backwards...awesome, just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034934520674429106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-uRTQmqLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yr8MZnNNuQs/s200/kid+side1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034934520674429122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-uRTQmqMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1tiT6haOs3c/s200/kid+side2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Business Cards...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034934005278353570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-tzTQmqKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/a2gNm-krlJM/s200/side+1+idea.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;same design just with a new picture on the back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034934005278353554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-tzTQmqJI/AAAAAAAAAco/dynZCZuByEw/s200/idea+back+2+.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034932197097121922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-sKDQmqII/AAAAAAAAAcg/LoH0QZQGVeA/s200/idea+1+back+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Blog cards...i will include these in my packet..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034934975940962514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-urzQmqNI/AAAAAAAAAdI/xnEAFy09bfo/s200/the+blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a wedding card...i didnt want to use a picture for this one i wanted it to be clean but attractive &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034935435502463202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-vGjQmqOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NCL0b7qPEgI/s200/weddings+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-8721652966308845303?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8721652966308845303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8721652966308845303&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8721652966308845303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8721652966308845303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/business-cards.html' title='The business cards!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rd-uRTQmqLI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yr8MZnNNuQs/s72-c/kid+side1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6907901097212603849</id><published>2007-02-19T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:34:39.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No time no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have had a couple of overwhelming weeks. I haven't found the time to blog alot. I have been really stressed out and I have taken sometime to change something that weren't working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My kids are going threw a huge whinning stage and I think I am going to lost it one day and just leave. I dont know how it got so bad but we have been trying so hard to quickly change this behavior. I think what I am going to do is give a warning and then send them straight to their rooms. Hopefully that helps because seriously I can't handle it much more! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To my surprize work has just kept coming. I have had more session then I have ever had and I finally made the desision to hire on someone to do my editing for me. I just can't keep up and really I dont want to keep up I want to be with my family more but i still have to work so this is the best solution for me. I think it will still be several months before I can get someone trained good enough to do a great job but it is a start. She will also do alot of my paperwork for me which is all very tedious and time consuming. That bad news in this all is that I will be raising my price just a bit to compinsate for the addition to my company. I try to keep my rates reasonable and I know alot of my friends think i totally over charge but I need to make it worth my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I FINALLY got my brouchers into Dr. Lunts office...yep after almost 6 months they are there. It was actually so easy I dont know why I was so scared to do it. I have alread had calls from them and I think it will be a great thing for my business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also have been working on a new blog, which is the reason for the lack of pictures lately! I wanted to seperate my business post with my regular crazy life post so go check out my new photo blog...&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;a href="http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&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;ohhh and....I have had so many request for my birth announcement templates I thought I would give selling them a try they are at ...&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;a href="http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/2007/02/birth-annoucment-templates-for.html"&gt;http://elementsphotography.blogspot.com/2007/02/birth-annoucment-templates-for.html&lt;/a&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;Just and I had a little brake threw, or we have come to an agreement. He has been obsessed with a stupid video game thingy called warcraft. You play it on the computer...it is lame and childish and I have been really mad about it mainly because he plays it from the moment he gets home untill he goes to bed and he has stopped helping me with all of the house stuff. We have an agreement that both of us work and when we are both home we share the reasponcibilites so this new obsession is huge problem for me. I can barely keep up as it is, I need his help. So we talked and he felt really bad about how stressed I have been and for not helping out as much. He is not playing as much and when he palys he sits in the office with me so that we can still talk and spend some time together. compromise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hired a housekeeper. Yep I am spoiled. I have always felt like that was my reasponcibility and that it would be so wrong for me to pay so one to do my job....well I am so over that those thoughts. WHO CARES? My house is clean, I dont have to scrub the tolets, I am happier about it all and I only have to pay her $100 a month. Yep life is good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the best news of all...we bought a new car...well its a SUV. I am so glad to be rid of our car. It has done it time and now I am ready to move on. We decieded to go with a Toyota Sequoia...04'...tan...custom leather...dvd play....ahhhh. I dont want to brag but I am just so excited. My other car had been threw the ringer. It had paint and crayon on the seats, a hole in the muffler underneith the front part of the car that made me sound like a had a hot rod. It also had an oil leak that was going to cost over a grand to fix so whenever I can to visit anyone I had to park on the road so I wouldn't drip all over their driveway. It was just in sad shape and yes a 8 passanger vehicle is &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; exsessive for us right now BUT we are going to have other babies and I like to keep my cars for a long time...get good use out of them ya know so we made the leap and upgraded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will post pictures this week, I have lots to post and I have posted a couple on my new blog so go check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~kell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6907901097212603849?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6907901097212603849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6907901097212603849&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6907901097212603849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6907901097212603849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-time-no-blog.html' title='No time no blog'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4789918930692960874</id><published>2007-02-12T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T17:04:00.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 weird things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know why I this is so weird...maybe because the last time I did this I revealed the weirdest thing about me and I cant top it. What is weirder then the fingernail thingy? Well farts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I like the smell of my own farts. You know the kind of person that farts in bed and then lifts up the covers to smell it...yep that's me. It is gross I know but I do it anyway. Thank goodness I have married a hubby who likes to smell his own farts too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I only shave once a week. I dont like shaving and I get the worst razor burn in the world, I have tried everything but nothing has worked sooo I stay hairy...except for the one day that I shave! Yep its real sexy I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I am deathly afraid of aliens. I don't go outside at night alone, I am a very light sleeper because I am afriad I might be abducted. I cant watch movies with aliens in them and when I was in high school I sware there was an alien in my room and stayed up all night, laid still and bawled. I then went to school and told some people about it they all laughed and made me feel totally retarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- I dont like licorice, at all. I think it is sooo yucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-I get very reclusive and shy when I talk to the "barbies" in this town. You know that ones with fake boobs, blond hair, size zero's. I feel like I cant even talk to them, I stutter over my words. I feel completely incompitant around them. I hate that about me, that something so stupid as looks can effect me so much and I hate that I can look at these beautiful women and want to be them. No one is perfect !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-I talk to my dead grandma.  She has been dead for three years but whenever I am having a hard day I will look up and say things like "please help me threw this day"  I like to think that she watches over my family. I like to believe that she is with the rest of my family in heaven preparing them to come down to us.  I miss her so much, we were so close, having her gone is like having a mother die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4789918930692960874?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4789918930692960874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4789918930692960874&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4789918930692960874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4789918930692960874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/6-weird-things.html' title='6 weird things'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7428839070633260538</id><published>2007-02-12T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:33.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 things that make me happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1-Being told I am the best mom ever by Kase. Lately he will come up and cuddle with me and tell me that I am the best Mom ever! That is a great feeling.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCjuSxNkuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tqimu4zUZ3E/s1600-h/blog+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030700799480402658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCjuSxNkuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tqimu4zUZ3E/s200/blog+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCi7CxNktI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HZyuXFZLf2k/s1600-h/blog+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030699919012106962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCi7CxNktI/AAAAAAAAAWg/HZyuXFZLf2k/s200/blog+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCjuixNkvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aSTTI5D7EOw/s1600-h/blog+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030700803775369970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCjuixNkvI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aSTTI5D7EOw/s200/blog+1.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;/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&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&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&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-Having parent of african american baby call and schedual a session. Babies like that a rare in our town but I love the photograph them. They are always the most beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3-Getting my hair done. Ahhhhh 3 hours of alone time, time to be pampered, time to not work, time to take care of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-Scrapnight. That is the highlight of the week for me. I love all the girls that go. We are all such good friends and I am so glad that I have found friends who get me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5-My relationship with Justin. It is not perfect, I know and I am sure people wonder how we are going to make it but we love each other. We yell, we fight hard and we love hard. I dont think that a relationship should go without the trials and the hardships. It makes you respect the relationship even more. I am grateful to have him in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7428839070633260538?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7428839070633260538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7428839070633260538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7428839070633260538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7428839070633260538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-5-things-that-make-me-happy.html' title='My 5 things that make me happy'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RdCjuSxNkuI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Tqimu4zUZ3E/s72-c/blog+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4789735687992404579</id><published>2007-02-03T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:34.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working on focus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZi1x9DfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZJIYuhNQjW0/s1600-h/d+3-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027523014116052466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZi1x9DfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZJIYuhNQjW0/s320/d+3-2+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZi1x9DgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zZ_ACEMvgOc/s1600-h/a+3-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027523014116052482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZi1x9DgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/zZ_ACEMvgOc/s320/a+3-1+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZjFx9DhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pqb-VDo6w-E/s1600-h/a+3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027523018411019794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZjFx9DhI/AAAAAAAAAVM/pqb-VDo6w-E/s320/a+3-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and trying to get a better picture of our beautiful pet.  I know, I know you might not like lizards but we love ours...we are actually looking to get another one.  He is the best pet!  His eyes look like a dinosaurs eyes dont you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4789735687992404579?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4789735687992404579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4789735687992404579&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4789735687992404579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4789735687992404579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-on-focus.html' title='Working on focus...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcVZi1x9DfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZJIYuhNQjW0/s72-c/d+3-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3716321094594589971</id><published>2007-02-01T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:35.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Tiny...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIzhFx9DdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jBpLFw5D0Is/s1600-h/4_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026636777679293906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIzhFx9DdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jBpLFw5D0Is/s320/4_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIzkFx9DeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DASaAx_CYrQ/s1600-h/m+4-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026636829218901474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIzkFx9DeI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DASaAx_CYrQ/s320/m+4-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyrlx9DcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P1P0R5OlGuo/s1600-h/g+1-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635858556292546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyrlx9DcI/AAAAAAAAAUI/P1P0R5OlGuo/s320/g+1-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZlx9DYI/AAAAAAAAATo/a4c_TGy-cLI/s1600-h/o+2-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635549318647170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZlx9DYI/AAAAAAAAATo/a4c_TGy-cLI/s320/o+2-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZ1x9DZI/AAAAAAAAATw/XCnpv86RbnE/s1600-h/a+6-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635553613614482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZ1x9DZI/AAAAAAAAATw/XCnpv86RbnE/s320/a+6-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZ1x9DaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GiGGzYMfIgA/s1600-h/m+7-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635553613614498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyZ1x9DaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GiGGzYMfIgA/s320/m+7-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyaFx9DbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/M09SxzOE7K4/s1600-h/l+5-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026635557908581810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIyaFx9DbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/M09SxzOE7K4/s320/l+5-1_tn.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;div&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;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&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is brookies baby. See I told you beautifully baby hun? Or am I bias? There is not one of her sleeping, in fact I had to digitally close her eyes in a couple. Yeah gotta love the newborn, it is on there time! I can't wait to see her again, she is sooo cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3716321094594589971?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3716321094594589971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3716321094594589971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3716321094594589971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3716321094594589971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/meet-tiny.html' title='Meet Tiny...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIzhFx9DdI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jBpLFw5D0Is/s72-c/4_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3397464043942939818</id><published>2007-02-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:36.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIitFx9DXI/AAAAAAAAATU/lOl7NFOqNdo/s1600-h/a+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026618292140051826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIitFx9DXI/AAAAAAAAATU/lOl7NFOqNdo/s200/a+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When my putter crashed I lost my first set of pictures &lt;div&gt;from her dance class...It totally sucked because they were much better.  Oh well these will work .  I love that she loves dance and I am glad I am not the pushy parent that makes her do something she doesn't want to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcId91x9DVI/AAAAAAAAATE/zrykUL_Qrtk/s1600-h/a+5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026613082344721746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcId91x9DVI/AAAAAAAAATE/zrykUL_Qrtk/s200/a+5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIf9Fx9DWI/AAAAAAAAATM/_nc_ALaT-_0/s1600-h/a+6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026615268483075426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIf9Fx9DWI/AAAAAAAAATM/_nc_ALaT-_0/s200/a+6-1.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3397464043942939818?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3397464043942939818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3397464043942939818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3397464043942939818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3397464043942939818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancing-queen.html' title='Dancing Queen'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcIitFx9DXI/AAAAAAAAATU/lOl7NFOqNdo/s72-c/a+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4001117835923080117</id><published>2007-01-31T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:36.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbas turn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026425036936584994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFy8KC8HyI/AAAAAAAAASo/CF29V-e9KZE/s200/n+2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFu96C8HxI/AAAAAAAAASg/JUTz4LRNJwQ/s1600-h/n+4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026420668954844946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFu96C8HxI/AAAAAAAAASg/JUTz4LRNJwQ/s200/n+4-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcF0x6C8HzI/AAAAAAAAASw/-fFCzsKhpYo/s1600-h/n+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026427059866181426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcF0x6C8HzI/AAAAAAAAASw/-fFCzsKhpYo/s200/n+1-2.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok his ears crack me up! poor kid got my ears, that is why I try to keep his hair a little longer that way they dont stand out as much! I guess a backwards hat makes them more noticable hun? lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4001117835923080117?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4001117835923080117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4001117835923080117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4001117835923080117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4001117835923080117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/bubbas-turn.html' title='Bubbas turn!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFy8KC8HyI/AAAAAAAAASo/CF29V-e9KZE/s72-c/n+2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-488481033585204729</id><published>2007-01-31T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:37.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>I didn't have any work today so I worked on my own pictures! Hopefully I will be able to post more I have a ton ready to start scrapbooking! I hope the color on these are ok, I always struggle with color that is why I would rather just do b&amp;w! I used Peta's color pop on these (you can find the link to her action on my side bar) ---------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGbaC8HtI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kgqhor5Av1A/s1600-h/i+1-1+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026376095784246994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGbaC8HtI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kgqhor5Av1A/s200/i+1-1+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGkKC8HvI/AAAAAAAAASA/4IhoUsnqQQk/s1600-h/i+3-1+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026376246108102386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGkKC8HvI/AAAAAAAAASA/4IhoUsnqQQk/s200/i+3-1+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGkaC8HwI/AAAAAAAAASI/DycAczQ2W4Q/s1600-h/i+4-1+p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026376250403069698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGkaC8HwI/AAAAAAAAASI/DycAczQ2W4Q/s200/i+4-1+p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-488481033585204729?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/488481033585204729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=488481033585204729&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/488481033585204729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/488481033585204729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RcFGbaC8HtI/AAAAAAAAARw/Kgqhor5Av1A/s72-c/i+1-1+p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-670054589314826494</id><published>2007-01-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:37.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little Alex!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65q6C8HnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UYWvp5vv8Rg/s1600-h/f+6-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025658380979281522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="313" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65q6C8HnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UYWvp5vv8Rg/s400/f+6-1_tn.jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb-ql6C8HrI/AAAAAAAAARY/LUhm7u-RKMM/s1600-h/b+3-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025923277382229682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb-ql6C8HrI/AAAAAAAAARY/LUhm7u-RKMM/s320/b+3-2_tn.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65rKC8HoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/N_yZqzJt0E8/s1600-h/i+3-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025658385274248834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="311" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65rKC8HoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/N_yZqzJt0E8/s400/i+3-1_tn.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65raC8HpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/w_t37jr8voU/s1600-h/c+7-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025658389569216146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65raC8HpI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/w_t37jr8voU/s400/c+7-2_tn.jpg" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65raC8HqI/AAAAAAAAARA/5Xtnp9PKoQg/s1600-h/b+7-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025658389569216162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65raC8HqI/AAAAAAAAARA/5Xtnp9PKoQg/s400/b+7-1_tn.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't she the cutest little thing you have even seen? I love her to peices! Her mom got a perfect pink cupcake, It was bright and pretty! I love the last picture even though her hand is blurry...the flying peice of cake kills me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! And I did not get a single shot of her without that tounge...she totally cracks me up! It was in every shot! It's how she smiles!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb-raqC8HsI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZwjOk5sybgA/s1600-h/j+2-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025924183620329154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb-raqC8HsI/AAAAAAAAARg/ZwjOk5sybgA/s320/j+2-1_tn.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-670054589314826494?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/670054589314826494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=670054589314826494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/670054589314826494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/670054589314826494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-birthday-little-alex.html' title='Happy Birthday Little Alex!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb65q6C8HnI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UYWvp5vv8Rg/s72-c/f+6-1_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3869058416440752816</id><published>2007-01-29T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:38.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manyoniase Sandwich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb6zJqC8HmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r30_oJuguOU/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025651212678864482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb6zJqC8HmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r30_oJuguOU/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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&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&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok they arent really "mayo" sandwhiches.  They are regular ham and cheese sandwhiches with mayo but for some reason Kase started calling them mayo sandwhiches.  You should see the weird looks we get when he orders it from subway.  It makes me laugh....goofy kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures are not that great he was behind the counter the faces a window so we got bright light on top and a shadow on bottom...I think I need to retake them :(&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/15436737-3869058416440752816?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3869058416440752816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3869058416440752816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3869058416440752816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3869058416440752816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/manyoniase-sandwich.html' title='Manyoniase Sandwich'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Rb6zJqC8HmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/r30_oJuguOU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7234511096545760943</id><published>2007-01-27T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:39.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Idaho session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh I loved this shoot! What a sweet family!  This little guys is a fighter!  He was 11 weeks early and spent most of his begining breaths in the NICU!  Hopefully the nursing shot doesnt offend anyone.  I loved it and I wanted to share!  enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxaA6C8HjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_421zekM9ys/s1600-h/i+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024990255866715698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxaA6C8HjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_421zekM9ys/s320/i+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxZ3KC8HiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FM_3nAABD9Y/s1600-h/o+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024990088362991138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxZ3KC8HiI/AAAAAAAAAPo/FM_3nAABD9Y/s320/o+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxaMKC8HkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ktrLTyppCms/s1600-h/l+3-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024990449140244034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxaMKC8HkI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ktrLTyppCms/s320/l+3-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxXiaC8HhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0tWRzsPHb54/s1600-h/n+1-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024987532857450002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxXiaC8HhI/AAAAAAAAAPg/0tWRzsPHb54/s320/n+1-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/15436737-7234511096545760943?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7234511096545760943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7234511096545760943&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7234511096545760943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7234511096545760943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/from-idaho-session.html' title='From the Idaho session'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbxaA6C8HjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/_421zekM9ys/s72-c/i+1-1_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3662339568057288692</id><published>2007-01-25T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T22:26:30.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from SLC!</title><content type='html'>ahhhh!  It is amazing how a couple days away totally recharges me!  I went up north to take pictures of sweet little Zoia, my friend brookies first baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Tuesday and stayed with my Sister in Provo.  I went to open mic night downtown and loved it!  It was not really something that I would normally have the desire to go to, but I totally loved it!  I wonder sometimes why I wasn't blessed with a good voice, I love music so much, it speaks to me in so many ways.  Ash loves music too, but alas was cursed with the same off tune, off pitched voice as mine.  Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday helped prove that I have the worst luck.  No matter how hard I try life causes me more stress then the normal person.  Not that anything really terrible happened, just nothing really went my way.  Ash and I woke up and we tried to take her car into the shop, but we couldn't get it to start.  I ended up pushing the car down a freaking freezing provo road to get it to start.  When we got back Ash realized that her school was closed and she couldn't do my hair.  So she just cut it in her kitchen... my hopes to dye it  dark will have to be done somewhere else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my new hair cut, we went shopping and I headed up to ogden to see Brookie and Zoia.  I got stuck in traffic (oh I hate the city) and when I called Brooke for directions one of her other friends answered the phone.  Grrrr!  It is not like I dont like this friend, I just wanted time alone with brookie, it is bad enought that she was there at the hospital and I wasn't...cant I just have my time with her?  By the time I got there and started pictures the sun was going down and with all the comotion and visitors little Zioa was wide awake.  I ending up shooting with my flash and shooting with a wide awake fussy baby.  I felt so bad, I know how hard it is for first time parents to hear their newborn baby cry!  I decided after awhile that it might be better to wait until the morning when I could get better shots so we called it good and spent the rest of the evening with no other drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited the rest of the time and I had a chance to get to know Brookies hubby much better.  He even farted really loud to remind me of home (gotta love hubbys for that!)  I can't wait to get pictures edited of little Z, she is a tiny little thing!  I could have stayed forever and kissed on her.  She was such a beautiful baby!  But I was missing my family and my little vacation of "me time" was coming to a close.  It is good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3662339568057288692?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3662339568057288692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3662339568057288692&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3662339568057288692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3662339568057288692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-from-slc.html' title='Back from SLC!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7045761453052040441</id><published>2007-01-20T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:40.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.01 secs old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLlGi1jdXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SRThYAZQzAw/s1600-h/a+5-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022328435064927602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLlGi1jdXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SRThYAZQzAw/s320/a+5-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLlAi1jdWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wAjreMNHNsk/s1600-h/a+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022328331985712482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLlAi1jdWI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wAjreMNHNsk/s320/a+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLkvC1jdVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n00IjxXvv3Y/s1600-h/o+1-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022328031338001746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLkvC1jdVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n00IjxXvv3Y/s320/o+1-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLkki1jdUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1TqpMdGnKWU/s1600-h/h+5-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022327850949375298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLkki1jdUI/AAAAAAAAAOg/1TqpMdGnKWU/s320/h+5-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLjri1jdTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y2Cg9i1NMrY/s1600-h/d+4-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022326871696831794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLjri1jdTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Y2Cg9i1NMrY/s320/d+4-1_tn.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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had the best time being the photographer at this delivery. I only had 1 hour of sleep before I go the call to come to the hospital. It was really neat, there is something about that feeling. I feel totally honored to have been apart of it. And of course I cried while I was there. It was so special.  Although it did not make me want a baby as weird as that is.  It was just so cool to be there and capture that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I even called my friend that is due this month and begged to be apart of hers but I could tell she was so weirded out by the thought of me in the room so I dropped it.  She did have her baby (it's a little girl) and I am planning on heading up tuesday to take pictures of them.  I dont plan on things going bad like they have the last two times I have gone up for friends, (with the help of Ang) I was a lot more clear on what I expected.  Still hoping that it will be ok!&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/15436737-7045761453052040441?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7045761453052040441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7045761453052040441&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7045761453052040441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7045761453052040441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/01-secs-old.html' title='.01 secs old'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbLlGi1jdXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/SRThYAZQzAw/s72-c/a+5-2_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2359150681934182919</id><published>2007-01-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:40.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about freakin time blogger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbHEyy1jdPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YDVidQt0iOc/s1600-h/all+of+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022011436413711602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbHEyy1jdPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YDVidQt0iOc/s400/all+of+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been tring for 3 days to put more pictures up....as Macie would say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"that's betarded"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway here we all are up on our trip up north...i am so glad that my brother got this picture of us together on the snowmobile.  I have somewhere in my mind that if I dont have a picture of it my kids will never remeber the experiences that we have, it is weird I know BUT it males me take tons of picture...that is waht I do I capture EVERYTHING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2359150681934182919?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2359150681934182919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2359150681934182919&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2359150681934182919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2359150681934182919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/about-freakin-time-blogger.html' title='about freakin time blogger!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RbHEyy1jdPI/AAAAAAAAANw/YDVidQt0iOc/s72-c/all+of+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5216490151401027491</id><published>2007-01-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T00:35:40.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my words to my anonymous commenter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had this anonymous comment on my previous post ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You know, a calm and honest (not degrading and offensive)conversation could solve problems like these."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhh I wish it work that way in our realationship.  Seriously you have no idea how many nights I have prayed for a simple fix.  Conversations like that don't happen.  Even after 3 years of marriage councling, prozac, and almost a divorce.... that aspect of our relationship has always been a struggled.  It is much better don't get me wrong but sitting down and talking is not how we work.  We fight, we yell, we get over it.  We love each other to death and respect when oneof us needs time to cool off and that is it.  I guess there is an occasional apology also but I have learned to not expect too much when it is something small like this was.  I guess it is more funny to us then it is serious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also would appriciate anonymous commenters to put there name down.  It drives me nuts to not know who is writing there opinion.  thanks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-5216490151401027491?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5216490151401027491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5216490151401027491&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5216490151401027491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5216490151401027491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-my-words-to-my-anonymous-commenter.html' title='Just my words to my anonymous commenter'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1288959565510804143</id><published>2007-01-16T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:02:35.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the dog house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well the hubster understands that he not on good terms with me.  He has come back like a dog with its tail between it's legs.  I know, he knows, he has done something wrong when he starts cleaning.  He has been doing dishes, folding clothes, wiping off counters, throwing away his garbage. Ohhhh, Yes I read you like a book dear.  You think that by doing a little house work I will just forget about it all.  I will forget about being called selfish and all the other "nice" things you have said lately?  Usually, yes I will totally forgive, especially when he makes such a huge effort to (in his own way) say he is sorry.  But NOPE not this time!  I have been milking it for all its worth.   It has been fabulous.   I might let it go on a couple more days untill I feel he has done enought! After all it is nice to be treated like royalty every once in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1288959565510804143?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1288959565510804143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1288959565510804143&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1288959565510804143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1288959565510804143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-dog-house.html' title='In the dog house'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-9198352766241458804</id><published>2007-01-16T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:41.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowmobile...Hot springs pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Hot Springs&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3EHC1jdMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/82oHi_XF470/s1600-h/DSCN0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884784887592130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3EHC1jdMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/82oHi_XF470/s200/DSCN0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the Fam, Yes I am sure you are all jealous of how absolutly beautiful I am without  make up!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3EIS1jdNI/AAAAAAAAANE/sGTVJmGRJno/s1600-h/DSCN0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884806362428626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3EIS1jdNI/AAAAAAAAANE/sGTVJmGRJno/s200/DSCN0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole fam...except Heather...she got to be the picture taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DtC1jdHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qwkAcysNIa4/s1600-h/DSCN0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884338210993266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DtC1jdHI/AAAAAAAAAMU/qwkAcysNIa4/s200/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little bro and sis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DuS1jdII/AAAAAAAAAMc/cr9byXFrvh0/s1600-h/DSCN0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884359685829762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DuS1jdII/AAAAAAAAAMc/cr9byXFrvh0/s200/DSCN0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kiddie pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3Dui1jdJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EupWQmj_cOA/s1600-h/DSCN0547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884363980797074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3Dui1jdJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/EupWQmj_cOA/s200/DSCN0547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Polar Bears -Moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3Duy1jdKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3OgXusjUbE8/s1600-h/DSCN0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884368275764386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3Duy1jdKI/AAAAAAAAAMs/3OgXusjUbE8/s200/DSCN0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Polar Bears-Bubba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DvC1jdLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MTcstKSWcPc/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020884372570731698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3DvC1jdLI/AAAAAAAAAM0/MTcstKSWcPc/s200/DSCN0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So cool hun?  I am so glad My Step sister had her camera.  (I really need to look into a cheap take along camera. I cant load my Rebel everywhere...)  Anyway thanks Heather!  You rock!&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/15436737-9198352766241458804?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9198352766241458804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=9198352766241458804&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9198352766241458804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9198352766241458804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/snowmobilehot-springs-pictures.html' title='Snowmobile...Hot springs pictures'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Ra3EHC1jdMI/AAAAAAAAAM8/82oHi_XF470/s72-c/DSCN0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3837899149036789312</id><published>2007-01-12T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:42:41.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye Hooker Shoes</title><content type='html'>Yes I had to change them...It made the picture a little too sexy and I definatley dont want to come acrossed wrong to my clients...but I cropped my profile picture so you can see it better...thanks for all you comments!  That totally made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3837899149036789312?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3837899149036789312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3837899149036789312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3837899149036789312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3837899149036789312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-bye-hooker-shoes.html' title='Good bye Hooker Shoes'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4377469251776158182</id><published>2007-01-12T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texans...they don't come better then this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9dy1jdDI/AAAAAAAAALk/AwkUlEk0rOo/s1600-h/c+6-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019258998032135218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9dy1jdDI/AAAAAAAAALk/AwkUlEk0rOo/s320/c+6-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9eC1jdEI/AAAAAAAAALs/lgWjKpYUvl4/s1600-h/d+7-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019259002327102530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9eC1jdEI/AAAAAAAAALs/lgWjKpYUvl4/s320/d+7-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9fC1jdFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bUB8Jl5lnPw/s1600-h/q+3-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019259019506971730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9fC1jdFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/bUB8Jl5lnPw/s320/q+3-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9fi1jdGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nRZ7Yt49-PY/s1600-h/o+4-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019259028096906338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9fi1jdGI/AAAAAAAAAL8/nRZ7Yt49-PY/s320/o+4-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seriously love these people.  I love the dad, he was the one that requested his wife was nude for her maternity shoot.  He had all the ideas for the pictures I just took them.  He didnt even care that he got pee in his fireman helmet, he even wore it with the pee in it.  They baby did awesome, he only fused once.  It was an ideal shoot, they just pick up there order today I was excited!  The prints came back awesome! Justin thinks I should offer some drs some free prints to hang in there offices...maybe if I have time I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4377469251776158182?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4377469251776158182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4377469251776158182&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4377469251776158182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4377469251776158182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/texansthey-dont-come-better-then-this.html' title='Texans...they don&apos;t come better then this!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/Raf9dy1jdDI/AAAAAAAAALk/AwkUlEk0rOo/s72-c/c+6-2_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4958978055155811443</id><published>2007-01-11T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T00:42:19.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>revamping the website!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;after all the sessions i have had lately I was needing to change out tons of picstures. I love that, I love adding more pics. Most of my galleries are full, I am running out of webspace to host pics. kinda sad...kinda cool! I still have several new shoots I am dieing to edit (one live delivary, one awesome family shoot)...i also have to sweep and mop my floor this week I can not handle the mess! I am almost nooked for January too. It has been a week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check it out ... just click on the link &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elementsphotographystudio.com"&gt;http://elementsphotographystudio.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OH!  I almost forgot....what do you think about the "hooker shoes"   I am wearing on the contact page?  Do you notice them?  I didn't want them in the picture...at least not that detailed but when i cropped them out they looked funny.  Maybe I should just find another picture of me.  Thy are strickly bedroom shoes but my friend insisted that I wear them for a couple shots...Who wants their picture taken from someome who wears hooker shoes?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4958978055155811443?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4958978055155811443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4958978055155811443&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4958978055155811443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4958978055155811443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/revamping-website.html' title='revamping the website!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8564581126758278577</id><published>2007-01-08T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:42.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RaHvHXkDBuI/AAAAAAAAALY/uG-0OMSk6gI/s1600-h/z+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017554369730774754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RaHvHXkDBuI/AAAAAAAAALY/uG-0OMSk6gI/s320/z+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am editing pic for my wesite and I wanted to include one from this session. this is from my first traveling session and it was totally cool. She was a photographer, she liked my style i guess and liked that i didnt charge a $500 session fee. It was an amazing session, they were so happy and the feeling in their home was wonderful! More to come I promise! Anyway enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-8564581126758278577?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8564581126758278577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8564581126758278577&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8564581126758278577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8564581126758278577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/sneak-peak.html' title='sneak peak'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RaHvHXkDBuI/AAAAAAAAALY/uG-0OMSk6gI/s72-c/z+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4294506416750326536</id><published>2007-01-04T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:56:42.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; We are finally back from our week long trip up north.  We actually had a great time...every year I dread the snowmobile trip.  I hate the cold, I hate being cold, I hate having to put a coat on just to go outside, everything about it makes me onry.  BUT for some reason this years trip went so good.  We were up in a cabin for 3 days, the only day I went riding we went on a full day trip.  Left in the morning snowmobiled up to a remote little po-dunk of a cabin and ate lunch.  Then on the way back down we stopped and went to a hot springs and then back home.  The kids were with us the whole time and really liked it.  They did polarbears in the snow, and fell asleep on the way back home. Kase even lost his glove, but was to tired to care!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent time with my mom and siblings and I had a shoot in Boise which was so much fun...more on that later.  I even saw my ex-boyfriend.  (He is good friends with my family so it is not so strange) It was nice to talk to him...I even had some "what if" thoughts while we were talking.  I came to the conclussion that Justin has made me stronger, and more spiritual (not that I am anywhere close to where I need to be).  I have grown so much from our relationship.  It has been a hard marriage and I have wished for an easier road but I think that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you dont have trails and struggles you don't cherish the good things in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas day was good.  The kids had fun...the tramp is almost up and that will be fun to play on.  I was disappointed agian.  Justin was shopping at walmart the night before and ended up getting 2 shelf organizers  for me and that was it.   Then he had the balls to start complaining about his gifts, they werent the right size, he didnt like this, didnt like that.  Seriously?  I should just learn to buy and wrap my own presents.  I dont know why I think Justin will do anything for me. Or maybe next year we will do a family gift and I will buy it so I actually get something. I did buy something for my stocking so the kids didn't think santa thought I was naughty! Anyway, I shouldnt care about things like that, he acted like he was actually doing something for me and that is why I got my hopes up.   Stupid me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel like life is slowing down quiet a bit and that is good.  I am still booking shoots and am almost full for January which is great.  I have 2 really good friends having babies this month, I cant wait for that!  I am hoping to save enought money to get an TV armore for my bedroom in the next month or so.  Merry Christmas to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4294506416750326536?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4294506416750326536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4294506416750326536&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4294506416750326536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4294506416750326536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7113639014613676436</id><published>2007-01-04T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:43.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>scrappy pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;always on the go...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy5rOCQ97I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Bm-Q1faZ2yA/s1600-h/pg+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016088237137000370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy5rOCQ97I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Bm-Q1faZ2yA/s320/pg+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i cherish you (scraplift from a heidi swapp)&lt;br /&gt;-for my book-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy4L-CQ96I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g71sjgDBZSc/s1600-h/pg+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016086600754460578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy4L-CQ96I/AAAAAAAAAKE/g71sjgDBZSc/s320/pg+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for macies book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy1yOCQ95I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JYwA2NNNo3A/s1600-h/pg+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016083959349573522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy1yOCQ95I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/JYwA2NNNo3A/s320/pg+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss moo moo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy0leCQ94I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CG_Sp3MryWo/s1600-h/pg+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016082640794613634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy0leCQ94I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/CG_Sp3MryWo/s320/pg+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; aunt ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyv5OCQ93I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9Sl8S1Idrzg/s1600-h/pg+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016077482538891122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyv5OCQ93I/AAAAAAAAAJs/9Sl8S1Idrzg/s320/pg+1.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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7113639014613676436?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7113639014613676436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7113639014613676436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7113639014613676436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7113639014613676436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2007/01/scrappy-pages.html' title='scrappy pages'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZy5rOCQ97I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Bm-Q1faZ2yA/s72-c/pg+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6110046004634080386</id><published>2006-12-23T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:44.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family card...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;front&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZ0-4OCQ98I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j8mtWzY62CA/s1600-h/card+side+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016234695521793986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZ0-4OCQ98I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j8mtWzY62CA/s320/card+side+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;there was a center peice but it was made as two seperate pages that had to be put together ...i didnt feel like psing them back together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZ0-5eCQ9_I/AAAAAAAAALA/3EF86TKevOs/s1600-h/card+side+2+.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016234716996630514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZ0-5eCQ9_I/AAAAAAAAALA/3EF86TKevOs/s320/card+side+2+.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;client card 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyGX-CQ91I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AYIWwzuPjEA/s1600-h/Client+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016031831331501906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyGX-CQ91I/AAAAAAAAAJU/AYIWwzuPjEA/s320/Client+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a fun shot of justin and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyGaOCQ92I/AAAAAAAAAJc/OAo9C-jOPTw/s1600-h/us+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016031869986207586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZyGaOCQ92I/AAAAAAAAAJc/OAo9C-jOPTw/s320/us+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;client and friend card #2 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I ran out of both cards so I had to make a new one the fit the envelpoes I still had left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RY3wojCj3yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CS4e7fa0oPE/s1600-h/cmas+card+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011926539724644130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RY3wojCj3yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CS4e7fa0oPE/s320/cmas+card+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes so I made 4 cards in total.  I little crazy considering the last 2 months have be totally nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually not a fan of selective coloring (b&amp;W leaving some color) but I am obsessed with that little pink car.  I want to buy it!  I had to have the pink in it some how...which ment i had to do pink cards and green envelopes....yep really Christmasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy that I didn't have to do photoshop lipo this year!  I can see I prolly should have touched up my tummy a bit but, I felt good considering i lost some weight, i think i gained it all back now that life has slowed down...but I did lose some!&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/15436737-6110046004634080386?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6110046004634080386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6110046004634080386&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6110046004634080386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6110046004634080386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RZ0-4OCQ98I/AAAAAAAAAKo/j8mtWzY62CA/s72-c/card+side+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8394676403321029885</id><published>2006-12-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:46.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally I think it is going to work!!!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok I saw a challenge on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maplethree.typepad.com/"&gt;http://www.maplethree.typepad.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Frederique's blog to post your top 10 pictures.  I got half of them up at two peas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://twopeasinabucket.kaboose.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but that was all I had time for then blogger was hating me so I couldnt get them up...so here they finally are!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWDCj3tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4d9p7u1x0I/s1600-h/i+3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204942269243090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWDCj3tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4d9p7u1x0I/s320/i+3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWTCj3uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HXq6Tv6SdGc/s1600-h/t+3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204946564210402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWTCj3uI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HXq6Tv6SdGc/s320/t+3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet n sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWTCj3vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SF7kFEdhfag/s1600-h/t+17-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204946564210418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWTCj3vI/AAAAAAAAAIE/SF7kFEdhfag/s320/t+17-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;expectations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWjCj3wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kKlTcTrfViU/s1600-h/x+3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204950859177730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWjCj3wI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kKlTcTrfViU/s320/x+3-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWjCj3xI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n6Kyhy80LCY/s1600-h/y+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011204950859177746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWjCj3xI/AAAAAAAAAIU/n6Kyhy80LCY/s320/y+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtdujCj3oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ey7c-13KHfQ/s1600-h/c+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011202064641154690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtdujCj3oI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ey7c-13KHfQ/s320/c+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtdujCj3pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VA_LEfivYuQ/s1600-h/c+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011202064641154706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtdujCj3pI/AAAAAAAAAHU/VA_LEfivYuQ/s320/c+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just tiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZhY7BG82Id0/s1600-h/c+3-2+mikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011202068936122018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3qI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ZhY7BG82Id0/s320/c+3-2+mikes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3rI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V9uVpTaW_xU/s1600-h/f+5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011202068936122034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3rI/AAAAAAAAAHk/V9uVpTaW_xU/s320/f+5-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3sI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cZ5vNDLbdCM/s1600-h/i+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011202068936122050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtduzCj3sI/AAAAAAAAAHs/cZ5vNDLbdCM/s320/i+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/15436737-8394676403321029885?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8394676403321029885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8394676403321029885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8394676403321029885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8394676403321029885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-i-think-it-is-going-to-work-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYtgWDCj3tI/AAAAAAAAAH0/b4d9p7u1x0I/s72-c/i+3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-9035600266902503182</id><published>2006-12-20T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:54:50.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grrrrr.</title><content type='html'>blogger hates me...it ont let me upload photos and i wanted to post my top 10 of 06.&lt;br /&gt;grrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-9035600266902503182?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9035600266902503182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=9035600266902503182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9035600266902503182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9035600266902503182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/grrrrr.html' title='grrrrr.'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5293323014292652447</id><published>2006-12-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo Moo's Christmas Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Arent those antlers so stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfGzCj3WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TNuQNFOWgk/s1600-h/m+1-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010359155834477922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfGzCj3WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TNuQNFOWgk/s320/m+1-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ooops she forgot what was next!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfGzCj3XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4AcXR8TatFM/s1600-h/m+2-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010359155834477938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfGzCj3XI/AAAAAAAAAEo/4AcXR8TatFM/s320/m+2-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Then one foggy Christmas eve" &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhi1TCj3cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yrsp3SzQX9E/s1600-h/m+4-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010363253233278402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhi1TCj3cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/yrsp3SzQX9E/s320/m+4-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfHTCj3ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DN7RYo9K6uM/s1600-h/1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All her friends in her class....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhiBTCj3bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c-HAY_PDiXU/s1600-h/m+9-3_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010362359880080818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhiBTCj3bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/c-HAY_PDiXU/s320/m+9-3_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfHTCj3ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DN7RYo9K6uM/s1600-h/1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010359164424412562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfHTCj3ZI/AAAAAAAAAE4/DN7RYo9K6uM/s320/1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Justin says that I have ruined our kids and that they will always pose and smile all cheesy...maybe so but at least they know how look at the camera!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-5293323014292652447?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5293323014292652447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5293323014292652447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5293323014292652447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5293323014292652447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/moo-moos-christmas-dance-recital.html' title='Moo Moo&apos;s Christmas Dance Recital'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhfGzCj3WI/AAAAAAAAAEg/5TNuQNFOWgk/s72-c/m+1-2_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8500242160775433383</id><published>2006-12-19T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:47.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally gave in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYaTCj3SI/AAAAAAAAADs/dshi8tO7IpI/s1600-h/bus+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010351794260532514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYaTCj3SI/AAAAAAAAADs/dshi8tO7IpI/s200/bus+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYajCj3TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/828ZQ34C648/s1600-h/bus+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010351798555499826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYajCj3TI/AAAAAAAAAD0/828ZQ34C648/s200/bus+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYajCj3UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DVZ810ihALc/s1600-h/bus+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010351798555499842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYajCj3UI/AAAAAAAAAD8/DVZ810ihALc/s200/bus+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYazCj3VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EzusuuCIxRQ/s1600-h/bus+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010351802850467154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYazCj3VI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EzusuuCIxRQ/s200/bus+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYaTCj3RI/AAAAAAAAADk/A56dDLDRkBE/s1600-h/bus+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010351794260532498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYaTCj3RI/AAAAAAAAADk/A56dDLDRkBE/s200/bus+2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kase has been asking for weeks to go on the bus, I have been reluctant to agree mainly because I am scared he is going to get lost.  I had hoped that he would just let it go, but everyday he kept asking.  I finally said OK still hoping he would get scared and change his mind...nope he loves it.  It has  just become apart of our everyday life.  He walks (mostly runs) to the stop and then waves at me when he gets there, I almost always hear him yell "I love you MOM!!!!" as he hops on the bus.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit now I am glad that he rides the bus, with all this work I dont know how we would have managed to get him to school on time!  I guess the bus idea was a good thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-8500242160775433383?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8500242160775433383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8500242160775433383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8500242160775433383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8500242160775433383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-finally-gave-in.html' title='I finally gave in...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYhYaTCj3SI/AAAAAAAAADs/dshi8tO7IpI/s72-c/bus+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1990966432531575404</id><published>2006-12-18T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:48.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYbMxTCj3QI/AAAAAAAAADU/e9USbhzPvzE/s1600-h/a+4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009916782792924418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYbMxTCj3QI/AAAAAAAAADU/e9USbhzPvzE/s320/a+4-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYZPZjCj3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/V0DAXW15-nc/s1600-h/a+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009778935817559282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYZPZjCj3PI/AAAAAAAAADM/V0DAXW15-nc/s320/a+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a couple shots for a thank you for my hubbys clients (he is a landscaper)...we couldn't agree on a picture we both liked, which is no surprize to me. That is what you get when you are both creative people I guess. &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/15436737-1990966432531575404?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1990966432531575404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1990966432531575404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1990966432531575404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1990966432531575404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-couple-shots-for-thank-you-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYbMxTCj3QI/AAAAAAAAADU/e9USbhzPvzE/s72-c/a+4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5182966458613369085</id><published>2006-12-15T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the month of multiples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3jCj3MI/AAAAAAAAACo/e9h4vjdgaBA/s1600-h/i+1-1+crop_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008961414562569410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3jCj3MI/AAAAAAAAACo/e9h4vjdgaBA/s320/i+1-1+crop_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3jCj3NI/AAAAAAAAACw/5DsXSEy1jsc/s1600-h/c+3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008961414562569426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3jCj3NI/AAAAAAAAACw/5DsXSEy1jsc/s320/c+3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3zCj3OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iQ3WjNt1XFI/s1600-h/k+3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008961418857536738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3zCj3OI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iQ3WjNt1XFI/s320/k+3-1.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/15436737-5182966458613369085?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5182966458613369085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5182966458613369085&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5182966458613369085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5182966458613369085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/month-of-multiples.html' title='the month of multiples...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNn3jCj3MI/AAAAAAAAACo/e9h4vjdgaBA/s72-c/i+1-1+crop_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-8505249196846760889</id><published>2006-12-15T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just get me througt this week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That is what I have been saying for the last 2 months. If I focus on more then that I get so overwhelmed I want to cry. Business is still going strong, I am a crazy women for talking more shoots in December but it is so hard to turn down the money. We need to pay our bills. We have to go to Idaho for Cmas, it all is about money. This is the first year that Justin and I haven't seriously thought about a divorce, the financal stress kills us.  How cool is it that I can help out? He is a beast (insert other choice words here)  when he is stressed about money and with me bearing some of the responciblities I understand why. WOW, that is alot of stress for him to do alone. It is great to be able to help out...even if I am going crazy doing it :) I really do have just one more week and that is it, but then it is cmas and gessh! I am excited for January...I have 2 new live births to be too, a couple newborns and I get to photograph my sweet little alex baby...(remember the cute tutu baby?)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNV8TCj3LI/AAAAAAAAACc/gHILlIN4Ozw/s1600-h/a+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008941704957648050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNV8TCj3LI/AAAAAAAAACc/gHILlIN4Ozw/s320/a+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&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&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh I love this child!  I am so attached to my friends kids, I am in love with them!  I think they all have the cutes little babies!  Maybe it is just me being baby hungry, man I am sooo baby hungry!  It kills me!  Lately all of my newborn sessons have been hard on me, I find myself turning and whiping tears from my eyes!  It is worst when its a baby boy...i have to be patient I guess.  I tried to explain to a client why we are waiting to get pregnant...I started out with well our relationship has been really rocky, and my husband is not active in church, and she said so.  and I thought hummm maybe it really isnt that big of a deal  (not the relationship part the being active part) I dont know, I think I could talk myself into to anything right now.  Our relatioship is better, I hate to say it is great beacause when I do that I sware I curse it and it blows up!  But yes it is better, stronger, it is good.  I can be happy with that...for now:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-8505249196846760889?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/8505249196846760889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=8505249196846760889&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8505249196846760889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/8505249196846760889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-get-me-througt-this-week.html' title='Just get me througt this week...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RYNV8TCj3LI/AAAAAAAAACc/gHILlIN4Ozw/s72-c/a+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6883364759007961029</id><published>2006-12-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:53:38.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cannot be friends with skinny people....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not calling anyone fat, dont get offended!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It dawned on me that I am not friends with skinny people ....really really really skinny girls.  Ok I have to admit that part of the reason is because I am extremly jealous of skinny people.  I have battle my weight all of my life, I starved myself when I was in high school and college,  I have thrown up after eating and exersized myself to death.  I will battle my weight all my life, I will never feel totally ok, never feel totally good about myself.  Being around thin people makes me feel horrible.  I can't handle it, maybe because &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is all I have wanted to be but I have never obtained that.  I always think if I could just look like her or her, I would feel better about myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What makes skinny people so horrible is that they hate their bodies just as much!  I cant handle hearing them complain about there SIZE 2 butt and how they have cottage cheese! I have had friends "diet" while nursing or pregnant, ones that will limit themselves to one slice of bread a day.  I have watched them over work and starve themselves.  and  I wonder what they think about me, I wonder what of my many imperfections they can see. I wonder if they think to themselves...Gosh "Kellie really shouldn't eat that peice of cake, or no wonder she is fat look at how much crap she has eaten!"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bet you are wondering what started this...well I was at a shoot todayand this lady showed up all skinny AND big boobed and beautiful and I could not talk to her without stumbling all over my words.  I was totally intimidated by her, I felt didn't have anything  in common.  I felt like I was in high school again and things like appearence and boobs where the only things that mattered and I didn't quite measure up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have I not learned or grown at all since then?  Why can't I just love me, why cant I just be me without compairing myself to everyone else.  I am sure I have missed out on some great friendships beacuse of my own insecurities.  and that makes me sad.  I want to be comfortable in my own skin for once, what will that take?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess that is a horrible thing to admit, but I really struggle with it.  I dont want to be this way.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6883364759007961029?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6883364759007961029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6883364759007961029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6883364759007961029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6883364759007961029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-cannot-be-friends-with-skinny.html' title='I am cannot be friends with skinny people....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7801490121647378718</id><published>2006-12-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:49.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow 3 post in one day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Luck me. lucky you. I just wanted to post some of the pages that I have been working on for the books I made for cmas presents. That took me forever, I dont think I will so that agian it was alot of work and never do people appriciate or understand how much time and effort you put into handmade gifts. I have working on these books for 4 months. WOOOHOOOO they are done. That is such a nice feeling! Now I just have to pray that they will be here by Cmas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFyCgpfUI/AAAAAAAAABs/JVliWRxuqZU/s1600-h/3+_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006249924256955714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFyCgpfUI/AAAAAAAAABs/JVliWRxuqZU/s320/3+_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFySgpfVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aP_LLdJfoPM/s1600-h/10_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006249928551923026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFySgpfVI/AAAAAAAAAB0/aP_LLdJfoPM/s320/10_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFySgpfWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BhSmPlY6B_w/s1600-h/22_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006249928551923042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFySgpfWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/BhSmPlY6B_w/s320/22_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFyigpfXI/AAAAAAAAACE/8FwJ1qzEx_I/s1600-h/35_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006249932846890354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFyigpfXI/AAAAAAAAACE/8FwJ1qzEx_I/s320/35_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7801490121647378718?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7801490121647378718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7801490121647378718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7801490121647378718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7801490121647378718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/wow-3-post-in-one-day.html' title='Wow 3 post in one day...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXnFyCgpfUI/AAAAAAAAABs/JVliWRxuqZU/s72-c/3+_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3887599023667293033</id><published>2006-12-08T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:50.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With all the family shoots...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3SygpfPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ImfiZ82SoOY/s1600-h/h+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006233994223254770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3SygpfPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ImfiZ82SoOY/s320/h+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TCgpfQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TVoO-JMfq5o/s1600-h/s+3-2_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006233998518222082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TCgpfQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/TVoO-JMfq5o/s320/s+3-2_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TCgpfRI/AAAAAAAAABA/BKfuJfuv_Ok/s1600-h/g+4-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006233998518222098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TCgpfRI/AAAAAAAAABA/BKfuJfuv_Ok/s320/g+4-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TSgpfSI/AAAAAAAAABI/ByxGdDgRsWM/s1600-h/k+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006234002813189410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TSgpfSI/AAAAAAAAABI/ByxGdDgRsWM/s320/k+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TSgpfTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n8YR_R8TB1M/s1600-h/f+1-1_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006234002813189426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3TSgpfTI/AAAAAAAAABQ/n8YR_R8TB1M/s320/f+1-1_tn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have totally looked forward to the newborns. Newborns are the best part of my job. This little guy was a doll. HUGE eyes! He was so cute! enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3887599023667293033?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3887599023667293033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3887599023667293033&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3887599023667293033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3887599023667293033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/with-all-family-shoots.html' title='With all the family shoots...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXm3SygpfPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ImfiZ82SoOY/s72-c/h+1-1_tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1294276846053902939</id><published>2006-12-08T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T11:59:55.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I found the cooles thing ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It have already seaved me 2 hours today!  It is a program that batch process files...but it crops and logo stamps them.  Then it saves them in a seperate folder.  It has alot of custome options and I am in love with it.  I hate editing photos but what is ever worst is having to crop, logo and save my images for the web...this makes it so easy!  Anyway check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bibblelabs.com/"&gt;http://www.bibblelabs.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.faststone.org/download.htm"&gt;http://www.faststone.org/download.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is the free one that I got....arent you so excited for me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1294276846053902939?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1294276846053902939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1294276846053902939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1294276846053902939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1294276846053902939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/ok-i-found-cooles-thing-ever.html' title='Ok I found the cooles thing ever!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-4852929727792386277</id><published>2006-12-07T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:06:51.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna see the canvas prints....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GldIfB7h1Ck/s1600-h/canvas+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005826779783986370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GldIfB7h1Ck/s320/canvas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and a little holiday decoration. The stockings are the only Cmasy thing I have up...In fact I still have Pumpkins everywhere! Maybe by Cmas I can pull it together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_KJouWZpB4Q/s1600-h/canvas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005826779783986386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_KJouWZpB4Q/s320/canvas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ibmXkiqfSB8/s1600-h/canvas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005826779783986402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ibmXkiqfSB8/s320/canvas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy with the way these turned out! They look amazing IRL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go them from simply canvas  &lt;a href="http://www.simplycanvas.com/index.cfm"&gt;http://www.simplycanvas.com/index.cfm&lt;/a&gt;  and I am so happy with the quality, they are beautiful. I have already sold 3 more similar to these and then 2 more flat canvas prints. It is a great selling tool....but I just love to see them in my house everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to say that I am so happy I have a couple more stalkers :) Welcome! and to answer your question ....no I dont mind if you add my blog to yours!~kell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-4852929727792386277?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/4852929727792386277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=4852929727792386277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4852929727792386277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/4852929727792386277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/wanna-see-canvas-prints.html' title='Wanna see the canvas prints....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/RXhE7ygpfMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GldIfB7h1Ck/s72-c/canvas+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-9043859963427041300</id><published>2006-12-06T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:16:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a friend that is better the prozac.</title><content type='html'>I get around her and I feel totally energized and full of life.  She is so full of life, she cracks me up!  It is better then therapy, better then a happy pill, better then chocolate.  I think that it is kinda funny...I should pay her for therapy session seriously!  I actually think I have alot of friends that cheer me up like that ...my scrap girls are a good example of that.  I am always feel happier after I see one of them.  I come home from scrap night with a totally high!  I usually cant sleep for an hour or so after because I have had such a good time!  I love that I have friends that now exactly what I need without actually knowing they know...make sence?  It is good to be a woman, good to be a round other woman that understand you, that you can talk to, that you can trust!  Love ya girls!~Kell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-9043859963427041300?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9043859963427041300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=9043859963427041300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9043859963427041300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9043859963427041300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-have-friend-that-is-better-prozac.html' title='I have a friend that is better the prozac.'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-9186102130972994235</id><published>2006-11-30T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:53:09.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember tiny little prego girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well she had her baby! Yep she went early too...yes I totally think it is not fair! BUt I did her shoot last week and I am on love with the new shots of them. The dad was a trooper! We made him take his shirt off...I dont know what is wrong with all these stinkin modest people here in utah but it is nice to finally get a daddy to get naked! Well shirt off at least! Anyway enjoy....I have tons more tp post but this will have to be it for tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/964126/c%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/144972/c%202-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/693339/a%204-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/604405/a%204-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/304926/j%206-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/447752/j%206-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/112455/i%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/940434/i%205-1.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/15436737-9186102130972994235?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9186102130972994235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=9186102130972994235&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9186102130972994235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9186102130972994235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/remember-tiny-little-prego-girl.html' title='Remember tiny little prego girl?'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2574212511833445047</id><published>2006-11-29T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:34:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving! SO what I am a week late! I love my job, I love my job, I love my job. I think I need to remind myslef that becuase I really do. The hoildays have seriously taken over my life and I have to be happy about that! I have to. Beside being sick I think I have faired pretty well, I am trying to just get threw each week, stay caught up on the week before me and not think about anything else. So far so good. I decieded to treat myself to a little car cleaning. With all this work my car and house have seriously suffered. I have never wanted to pay anyone to clean up after myself, for one it is embarrassing for other people to see my crap all over and I am too cheap. I have made myself clean out my car. I vac the carpets, I detail the inside. Well not today! I paid someone to do it for me while I sat and drank hot cocoa and read the paper. It was awesome, I am thinking this is the way to go...who cares if I have to spend 40 bucks an month to get my car cleaned out....it was well worth it. Now everytime I sit down in my car I smile because it looks and smells good....now if only I could find the sme kind of deal for my house....40 bucks to clean my house...anyone? Didn't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I said I would post stats from my month to give you an idea on how freakin crazy I have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Shoots for Novemeber 23&lt;br /&gt;Hours editing 115&lt;br /&gt;Cd Sold 15&lt;br /&gt;Clients still ordering 10&lt;br /&gt;Remaining shoots for December 6&lt;br /&gt;Phone messages to answer 4&lt;br /&gt;Christmas cards made 92&lt;br /&gt;Washed backdrop 30 times&lt;br /&gt;Pictures taken 6900&lt;br /&gt;Free time...ha!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents bought 10&lt;br /&gt;Christmas presents made...almost 6&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned house 2-seriously that is all I had time for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2574212511833445047?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2574212511833445047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2574212511833445047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2574212511833445047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2574212511833445047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving-so-what-i-am-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-6153684680939856775</id><published>2006-11-26T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:47:44.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/601718/b%201-2%20sneak%20peak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/866531/b%201-2%20sneak%20peak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here you go!  Just a peak of one of the pics we got.  I am so excited to send them out!  I finished both my client cards and our friends cards tonight...I am feeling terrible, my body finally gave into the flu and sitting on the sofa was driving me nuts so datada...i am done!  Aren't you so excited to get them?  I cant wait to see everyone elses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-6153684680939856775?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/6153684680939856775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=6153684680939856775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6153684680939856775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/6153684680939856775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/sneak-peak.html' title='Sneak Peak...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-263508051775043861</id><published>2006-11-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:51:40.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the twins...tons of pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/112775/r%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/8327/r%202-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/521053/o%206-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/659643/o%206-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/803555/c%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/976983/c%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/937926/a%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/541169/a%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/742409/m%201-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/264923/m%201-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/989893/f%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/744517/f%205-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/665806/f%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/527125/f%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/457796/e%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3009/1884/320/441812/e%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so excited to post these!  I am finally done editing this session. I still need to do Birth announcements for them but that will come later this week. I loved the sleigh...I loved that they both were tiny tiny tiny!  The Mom even called the little girl tiny and I caught on to that.  I am so glad to be done it took me forever! I am overall really happy with these! Justin thinks we need some twins, I dont know about that. Just one baby would be good enough for me! &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/15436737-263508051775043861?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/263508051775043861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=263508051775043861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/263508051775043861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/263508051775043861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/twinstons-of-pics.html' title='the twins...tons of pics'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-1900820973301190880</id><published>2006-11-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:53:35.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just barley surviving</title><content type='html'>I dont think I spelt any of that title right and at this point I dont care.  Wow this month is almost over...it is thanksgiving already...seriously?  Wow.  I feel really blessed and stressed to be working so much.  I will have to tally up all I did this month....I will post that later.  I have so much to post,&amp; not alot of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing family Cmas pictures tonight...I am so excited to do them.  We are getting an old pink and white car to use.  So look for our Cmas card this year...I think they will rock!  I have been running around like crazy trying to get everything ready today.  I have managed to find 2 outfits for each of us which is always the biggest issue.  I dont do fashion, or colors well and it totally stresses me out.  This time I have to day I did pretty well  (patting myself on the back)!  I maybe will do a sneak peak later just to tease you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as work goes...The twins were born...the session went well.  Lighing was an issues but she has this little sleigh and santa hats for them and I thought they were just adorable!  They were TINY! 6lbs and 4 lbs!  I held the 4 lber and I wanted one that small.  Everyone says "oh that would be so scary!  You feel like your going to break them"...and I think oh man I could stick them in this, squish them like this...they would make amazing pictures!  Oh my poor tourchered children!  I also did 5 tiny babies in santa hats and I am so excited to see how they look!  I have so many shoots going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my canvas orders back...I HAVE to post pictures they look fabulous.  I am so happy with them.  I was so excited, I even took them over to the neighboor to show her.  I must post a picture of them.  I know I am going to sell more of them as soon as people see them!  They are stunning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok and I am still finding an hour here and an hour there to watch my shows with the hubster.  That is about all the time we get together.  I live in the computer room, editing pics, getting orders ready, doing cmas presents.  I even eat dinner in here! So anyway...LOVE LOVE LOVE Heros.  It is so good!  I am so adicted to it. After we watch it we stay up talking about the holes and things they leave out...We just love it!  and of course Greys and Ghost Wis. are  still soo good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have gotta to get going, I have much to do still....later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-1900820973301190880?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/1900820973301190880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=1900820973301190880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1900820973301190880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/1900820973301190880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-barley-surviving.html' title='Just barley surviving'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3959843221932271843</id><published>2006-11-16T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:22:41.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am obsessed with this site...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am sure I can find cheaper colored envelopes for my business but I can't help myself.  The colors are perfectly matched and they look so good!  You'll have to check them out.  I use 5x7 ones for my client packets (business cards and order form) The large 9x12 for large prints (8x10, 5x7's).  I just order 5x5 square ones for my wedding flyer I just finished...which is fabulous btw! Oh yeah andI got tons of bright green for my Cmas letters this year!  I am so excited!  You'll have to check them out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="www.paper-source.com"&gt;www.paper-source.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3959843221932271843?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3959843221932271843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3959843221932271843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3959843221932271843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3959843221932271843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-obsessed-with-this-site.html' title='I am obsessed with this site...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-9179016562646543870</id><published>2006-11-16T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T11:38:56.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny little babies</title><content type='html'>I am going back to liking the babies feet tucked when I take the arm pictures. It looks more cozy to me and it makes them look so much more tiny. I loved the mama in the top picture...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/a%201-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/a%201-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she was simply beautiful. She told me she didn't want to be in the pictures and I told her too bad...that is what I do. I use the mamas and daddys a ton in my pictures! I think she will be happy she was in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/d%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/d%205-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/f%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="26" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/f%202-1.jpg" width="43" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/m%202-1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/m%202-1.2.jpg" width="17" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/b%201-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/b%201-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/m%202-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/m%202-1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/a%201-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/a%201-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-9179016562646543870?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/9179016562646543870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=9179016562646543870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9179016562646543870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/9179016562646543870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/tiny-little-babies.html' title='Tiny little babies'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7668484319945341205</id><published>2006-11-15T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:35:31.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and this was the good shoot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/j%203-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/j%203-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/h%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/h%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/m%202-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/m%202-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/k%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/k%202-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/g%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/g%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/e%202-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/e%202-2.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;/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&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&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this shoot I was feeling better about family shoots. SHe understood the way I take pictures. She just sat back and let me go...I love when they let me do what I want. When they trust me enought to just take whatever. They were totally willing and their oldest little boy....how stinking cute is he? I am a sucker for glasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw she is 7 months prego in these pics....what the crap...i kinda hate her!!&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/15436737-7668484319945341205?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7668484319945341205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7668484319945341205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7668484319945341205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7668484319945341205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-this-was-good-shoot.html' title='and this was the good shoot....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7981516517684042070</id><published>2006-11-15T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T11:10:39.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was the not so good shoot....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/c%201-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/c%201-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and the Mom called with lots of good words.  She said she loved them!  She loved everything about them...errrr I guess that is good but I have been stressed this whole week over this shoot.  Oh well.  She ended up buying the CD so I ahouldn't complain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/o%202-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/o%202-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/e%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/e%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/p%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/p%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7981516517684042070?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7981516517684042070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7981516517684042070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7981516517684042070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7981516517684042070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-was-not-so-good-shoot.html' title='This was the not so good shoot....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-7546869712566162099</id><published>2006-11-13T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T20:08:20.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Maternity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/m%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/m%205-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Get this...her hubby wanted to have the nude shots done.  Where do you find husbands that get it?  I might have to try one of those kinds of husbands out the next time around...hehe!  Anyway, this was a great shoot she was soo stinkin cute, I can't wait for the little one to arrive so I can come back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/o%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/o%202-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/f%201-1_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/f%201-1_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/g%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/g%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/d%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/d%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/b%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/b%202-1.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-7546869712566162099?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/7546869712566162099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=7546869712566162099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7546869712566162099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/7546869712566162099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/recent-maternity.html' title='Recent Maternity'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3822906306535768705</id><published>2006-11-12T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:09:47.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was really good today I just wanted to write about it. The kids had their primary program, which for me means tears. I bawl threw it all. I love how pure and simple their testimonies are. Before doubt and trials change things. I loved listening to them sing. Having Kase up there makes it more meaningful. I am so proud of him, I adore him, and that makes me bawl. It is really embarrassing to me, not because I cry. After 26 years I have embrased the fact that I cry and I cry ALOT. But I hate bringing attention to myself. I dont like people to notice or point out that I am crying. I dont want them to wonder if something is wrong, because I am fine. I just cry. Then in Relief Society we had a great lesson, one I really needed. The speaker talked about trials, but she had 4 sisters come up and share experiences and how they coped with their trials. Each sister I felt had something for me, and I want to write them down so I dont forget about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said that after she had gone threw numerous trials she notice that Heavenly Father had placed her in places that helped her. With a good neighboorhood, good friends or a good calling that helped her overcome all the trials she was going threw. It made me realize that this was true for me too. I have some amazing friends, people who care about me, friends that call, friends that know I am having a bad day and check on me. Friends that understand me and love me. I also had the best calling in my last ward in the young womens, I gained a testimony with those girls and that was during the hardest years of our marriage. It made me feel loved, felt taken care of. I need that in my life. I guess I had always thought that in some small way I was being punished, punished for ALL of many mistakes I have made in my life. But I can see now that it wasn't, it was a trial and that heavenly father hadn't left me alone. That he had blessed me through friends, and callings and neighborhoods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bawled threw the entire lesson. I needed this lesson. After the RS Pres came up to me,and gave me a hug. She told me she loved me, that she knew I was going threw alot right now. She just wanted me to know that she loved me. I said thank you and I walked out of the room sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going threw alot. I am stressed, I am tired. Justin's business has slowed down, he hasn't figured out how to budget. He is stressed, he blames me. It comes out in everything he does. I dont support him enough that is why he isn't sucessfull. I hold him back, I spend his money. Bla bla bla. It all comes out when he is stressed. I fell like I have done everything possible to help him. I have done a budget, I have offered to help with his books, I have had logos, business cards, flyers made for him. I had 15 shoots scheduled this month...what else can I do before it is not my fault anymore? I feel hopeless. Things will never change with us if he doesn't want to. I cannot make him go to church, or treat me better, I cant fix HIS life. We are stuck. We've hit a wall.&lt;br /&gt;We have hit walls like this before and sometimes it takes forever to get over them and other times it is simple fix. I guess I can have hope in that and I'll just wait for however long this one takes. ~Kell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a link to one of the talks they ladies mentioned. &lt;a href="http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll?f=templates$fn=default.htm$xhitlist_q=tender%20mercies%20of%20the%20lord$xhitlist_x=Simple$xhitlist_s=relevance-weight$xhitlist_d=$xhitlist_hc=%5BXML%5D%5Bkwic%2C0%5D$xhitlist_xsl=xhitlist.xsl$xhitlist_vpc=first$xhitlist_sel=title%3Bpath%3Bcontent-type%3Bhome-title%3Bhit-context%3Bfield%3Azr%3Bfield%3ARef"&gt;http://library.lds.org/nxt/gateway.dll?f=templates$fn=default.htm$xhitlist_q=tender%20mercies%20of%20the%20lord$xhitlist_x=Simple$xhitlist_s=relevance-weight$xhitlist_d=$xhitlist_hc=%5BXML%5D%5Bkwic%2C0%5D$xhitlist_xsl=xhitlist.xsl$xhitlist_vpc=first$xhitlist_sel=title%3Bpath%3Bcontent-type%3Bhome-title%3Bhit-context%3Bfield%3Azr%3Bfield%3ARef&lt;/a&gt;Church&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-3822906306535768705?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3822906306535768705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3822906306535768705&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3822906306535768705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3822906306535768705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/church-was-really-good-today-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2217142541979320444</id><published>2006-11-12T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:11:35.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Macie I am going to give you drawing lessons because all you do is scribble"   So she watched intently as Kase gave her a drawing lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/a%201-1-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/a%201-1-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/a%203-1-blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/a%203-1-blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS 250&lt;br /&gt;iso 1600 ooops! I just grab my camera and started shooting !&lt;br /&gt;f/4.0&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/15436737-2217142541979320444?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2217142541979320444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2217142541979320444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2217142541979320444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2217142541979320444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/macie-i-am-going-to-give-you-drawing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-5317761555077407904</id><published>2006-11-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T20:49:22.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweeny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/hallo%20k%202-1-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/hallo%20k%202-1-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macies skirt flipped and showed off her undies up everytime she sat down ...it was hillarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/hallo%20m-2-1-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/hallo%20m-2-1-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/hallo%20k%201-1-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/hallo%20k%201-1-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/hallo%20m-1-1-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/hallo%20m-1-1-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/hallo%20m-4-1crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/hallo%20m-4-1crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pretty Princess and Spiderman.  Next year they will match and I plan to make their costumes...yeah like that will happen !&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/15436737-5317761555077407904?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/5317761555077407904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=5317761555077407904&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5317761555077407904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/5317761555077407904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-halloweeny.html' title='Happy Halloweeny!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-2380001494893651334</id><published>2006-11-08T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:06:51.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bamp bamp bamp Another one bites the dust....and another ones gone and another ones gone another one bites the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That is what I have been singing all a day. I sing it when I am killing flies in our house. I makes it kinda fun I guess and makes me less annoyed that the stupid things are in my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lots to post lots going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So had a much better family shoot last night. I totally clicked with the mom. We talked the whole time and she was so nice. Alot like me, scrapbooked, took tons of pics. I really got along with her. I got to thinkin that maybe it is just the people that make the difference in the shoot. Maybe I need to take charge more when clients try to tell me what to do. It is my business after all. I would like to do it my way. It bugs when shoots don't go as planned, it makes me want to change that I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am finally getting to edit October pictures...I feel so behind on my personal stuff. I cant wait to edit halloween pictures...I dont know how people get them done and up on there blogs the next day...gesh people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/pumkins%201-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/pumkins%201-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/pumkins%203-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/pumkins%203-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We did end up carving pumpkins. We had had friends over for fhe and that ended up blowing up ... the guys left to go get food they were longer then planned, we didn't have time to do the pumpkins. The kids were upset, and I got pissed. Which is never ever a good thing, our friends ended up leaving. I know I made them feel bad. There was alot going on at the time, alot of issues that hadn't been dealt with between Justin and I. It is really hard to have people over because when we dont get along! I dont hold my emotions in at all, I dont know how to calm my self down and then we fight and fighting around other people is so not what I like to do! So the kids and I did pumpkins during the day instead (because that fhe night was the only night I had open). I think next year we will just paint them and we will do it by ourselves...it sounds more do-able! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BTW I used Michelle Pearsons Action for the pumpkin shot. You can check all of them out here &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbookbytes.com/store/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=70"&gt;www.scrapbookbytes.com/store/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=70&lt;/a&gt;...They are really cool! And the color slect one is my fov so far. I makes it soo easy to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/black%20eye%202-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/black%20eye%202-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/black%20eye%201-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/black%20eye%201-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See Kase's eye is much better...the pics arent that good but you get the idea. He is much better, totally normal again and I have been able to use that fall as a way to reason with him...I remind him what happened when he didn't listen. It has worked out nicely. I am sure it will lose its effectiveness soon but untill then...I'll use it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-2380001494893651334?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/2380001494893651334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=2380001494893651334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2380001494893651334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/2380001494893651334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/bamp-bamp-bamp-another-one-bites-dust.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-246299551957517504</id><published>2006-11-06T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T14:43:51.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/l%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/l%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am taking a break form editing...I had 5 shoots last week, 6 this week and four the next. It is going to be along month but worth it in the end I hope. Plus the twins should be here shortly. Anytime after the 6th and they are full term so I cant wait to get pics of the tiny little things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot of family shoots coming up and I really don't like family sessions. Mainly because I think Moms have a certain expectaion of how they want there pictures taken. Maybe I just need more practice, Maybe I should be more clear on how I take pictures...they are candid usually. I don't like to pose but I have to pose for traditional Cmas card shoots. I thought I was really getting better at the family sessions...then I had to Moms who seemed uphappy about the pictures. One was totally bossy and expected me to get great pictures of her young kids IMMEDIATLY! They have to warm up to me first lady! Then I reschedualed the other one ( she is paying for the re-shoot because her hair was blowing in the wind and her son was goofing off too much in the pictures) I just want to be done with this month. Back to photographing babies and kids and the little people I enjoy capturing. I also can't wait to get my shopping done for Cmas....all of that has been pushed back....just get me threw this month and I will be good!~kell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-246299551957517504?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/246299551957517504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=246299551957517504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/246299551957517504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/246299551957517504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-taking-break-form-editing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-3149006945853366202</id><published>2006-11-06T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:08:40.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and she is due in 2 weeks....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/i%201-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/i%201-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/m%202-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/m%202-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/1600/j%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3009/1884/320/j%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep I want to kill her too! Tiny little basketball belly. She still runs a couple miles a day maybe that was my mistake....oh man if only!&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/15436737-3149006945853366202?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/3149006945853366202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=3149006945853366202&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3149006945853366202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/3149006945853366202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-she-is-due-in-2-weeks.html' title='and she is due in 2 weeks....'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116284218631772485</id><published>2006-11-06T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:51.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to thank everyone for their comments and phone calls about Kase!  He is doing alot better! He is acting normal, no more headaches, he just had to have alot of down time this weekend.  I will post an updated picture later...it looks so much better.  Poor guy looks all sad a pathetic but he is doing alot better!  Thanks again, I appriciate your comments!  It is so touching to see how many people cared about my little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116284218631772485?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116284218631772485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116284218631772485&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116284218631772485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116284218631772485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116254001509895580</id><published>2006-11-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/k%201-1-crop.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/k%201-1-crop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rushed Kase to the ER tonight after he fell off of a neighboors trampoline. It was a really bad fall, I didnt see him fall just heard him cry. The tramp was next to a rock retaining wall, I know that is what he landed on....who puts a tramp next to a rock retaining wall anyway?  NowI &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; baby my kids, I never have, if they are hurt I look at it and tell them it is ok. This has totally prevented them freaking out over every bump and bruise. So I did what I normally do...I told him he was ok. He got up and leaned against the tramp still crying So I walked towards him, he started to come towards me like he was drunk and then he fell. He was clearly dazed. When I got to him he had a huge goose egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked him up and he was crying. As I loaded him into the car the neighboor comes over and starts freaking out..."oh my gosh that is bad, that is really bad. Kase did you fall where did you hit, did maddi push you Oh my gosh that is really bad." Of course this freaks him out because I had told him he was fine. So by the time he is in the car he is screaming! I take him home and clean him up. He is still upset but then he realized that he can't see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't see you mom, I cant see my hands, I cant see! I cant see!" He just lost it, uncontrolable. Of course by this time I am certain there is something really wrong. I loaded him back up. I call my Mom, my dad and then the Dr. Office...they say go directly to the ER. Bawling at this point I call Justin and tell him to met me at the ER. Get to teh ER, I am still crying he is crying it is a mess they rush us back the nurse talks to him and the rush us to a CT scan. His vision gets better, he starts felling better and he finally falls asleep. THe CT comes back and he is ok. He has some brusing on his brain and I will be up every 2 hours checking on him but he is fine. Thank Heaven! It was a very scary ordeal... very scary for him and us.   The first of many I am sure.   Keep him in your prayers he will be out of comission for several days. thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116254001509895580?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116254001509895580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116254001509895580&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116254001509895580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116254001509895580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-long-day.html' title='Its been a long day...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116245144100436939</id><published>2006-11-02T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/g%204-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/g%204-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/c%203-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/c%203-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/i%203-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/i%203-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/e%202-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/e%202-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/h%202-1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/h%202-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember being in love like this?  Do you remember not wanting to go one second without each other.  Did you use to look at each other get the giggles?  Did you talk on the phone for hours and hours and maybe not even talk at all, just listened to him breath?  Did you get butterflies when he kissed you?   I hardly remember that feeling and it kinda makes me sad...BUT I wonder do they know what it feels like to go threw struggles and trials and overcome.  Do they know the feeling of loving someone for life.  Do they know that love comes in stages, it is up it is down and yet you'll always be there.  No they dont know that yet, but they will.....I love young love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116245144100436939?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116245144100436939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116245144100436939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116245144100436939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116245144100436939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116245092025001254</id><published>2006-11-01T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1...2....3...4     I declare a thumb war!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/g%205-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/g%205-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/g%204-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/g%204-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/g%207-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/g%207-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these look too dark?  I think I need to calibrate my monitor...they aren't printing the way I see them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116245092025001254?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116245092025001254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116245092025001254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116245092025001254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116245092025001254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/11/1234-i-declare-thumb-war.html' title='1...2....3...4     I declare a thumb war!'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116188150672118705</id><published>2006-10-26T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:05:49.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I avoided posting all of this...</title><content type='html'>But I just need to get it out, I just need to get it off my mind. It is going to be long, so read away or just skip it I dont care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I are having issues again. It started last weekend when we decieded to go up north. We both had been running around trying to get ready to leave. WE were going to get the car all packed up the night before so we could just head out of town first thing in the morning. I hadn't planned on leaving town and there was alot still left to do. He had a friend that needed help moving, which was fine. But then he calls wanting to go hang out with the guys after the moving. I said no, I told him why and he was mad. Oh well. So he stays out helping his friend move untill 11:30, which leaves me up untill that time finishing all of the stuff we are suppose to do together. Then he wondered why I was so mad when he got home, humm shouldn't be hard to figure out. Plus when I called to ask when he would be home he hung up on me. I didn't yell at him or anything I was just wondering when he'd be home and he hangs up and doesn't answer the phone the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had Heather and Brandon over for FHE on monday night to carve pumpkins. I ran around all day and got home a hour before they came. I still hadn't unpacked all the way from SLC and the house was a mess. So I ran around like crazy getting it clean and getting the kids dressed so that they looked good in the picutres of carving pumkins (yes the important stuff) We hadn't had dinner yet, we had a late luch the kids were fine, I figured we would eat after they left. Well the men deceide they were hungry and so we started talking about what to do, I wanted to do pizza, they wanted to go a dell taco which is 5 mins away from our house. I didn't want dell taco but I settled and I asked them to get me fries and a soft taco. So they went, I should have know better. They took 45 mins, by the time they got back we didn't have time to carve pumpkins. They had decided to go into town instead and grab food some other place, but didn't bother to call and say hey do you want a salad from here instead? No they are in the own little selfish world, they take care of themsleve and dont even think about everyone else waiting at home. So they get home and all Justin got for me was fries. I was pissed. I dont have another free night to carve the pumpkins with my kids, that night was it. There again his friend is taking priority over me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left we started fighting agian, I tried to stay calm but it quickly turned into us screaming at each other, then Justin started throwing fries at my face, he did it over and over and over as I was trying to talk finally I lost it and I threw a bottle of gatoraid at him grabbed my keys and left. WHY AM I MARRIED TO THIS PERSON???? Can someone please explain to me why a 30 yr old man thinks it is ok to throw food at a person? I hate him. I am tired of this bull shit. I want to have a civil converation without him trying to ruin it. Is that too much to ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had lots of issues with his friends I can't stand them. Lately I have thought alot about why I dont like them and I have come to the conclusion that it is because I have to &lt;strong&gt;compete&lt;/strong&gt; with them! When he calls Justin will drop everything...everything to go do what he wants. Taking the kids for a hour during a photoshoot takes up tooo much time but he can golf for over 4 hours with his buddies at the drop of a hat. He can't stay up, talk and work out problems in our marriage but he can stay up and play video games till 3 in the morning easily. I shouldnt have to complete with them, I should matter more then they do. I do want him to have fun with his friends, I do want him to have a break from all of his stress BUT I need time with him too. We need to be working on our marriage. I feel it detererating again, I know what this leads to and I dont want to be there again. I tired of it all, I am tired of fighting for attention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116188150672118705?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116188150672118705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116188150672118705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116188150672118705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116188150672118705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-i-avoided-posting-all-of-this.html' title='Well I avoided posting all of this...'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116181010246006998</id><published>2006-10-25T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/d%202-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/d%202-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always has the giggles&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/c%205-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/c%205-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this child!  He is so full of it sometimes!  He is such a sweet kid, full of life, loving and caring.  Sweet sweet boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/b%201-2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/b%201-2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/a%202-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/a%202-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. GQ ...oh my gosh heart breaker!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/a%201-1.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/a%201-1.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/c%203-2%20mikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/c%203-2%20mikes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/1.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/1.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So while we were in SLC we drove past this spot that I had taken some pics  of Ash.  &lt;a href="http://http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/h%201-1.jpg"&gt;http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/h%201-1.jpg&lt;/a&gt; It is this old run down building and I love it!  I wanted to do the same thing with the kids.  Well Macie was not in picture mood sooo Kase hammed it up for me.  Once again I struggled with only getting the up-close shots.  I don't think I got the building in them at all!  Maybe that is what I am... an upclose child photographer!  Oh well I love them anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116181010246006998?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116181010246006998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116181010246006998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116181010246006998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116181010246006998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-always-has-giggles-i-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116180860319891502</id><published>2006-10-25T14:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small baby...big world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/j%204-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/j%204-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/a%206-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/a%206-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/a%201-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/a%201-2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoot from a long time ago...It was one of the shoots on my old 'puter.  I am still not sure about the mantel and the clock.  There are certian things that bug me but it was still fun to try them !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116180860319891502?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116180860319891502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116180860319891502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116180860319891502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116180860319891502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/10/small-babybig-world.html' title='Small baby...big world'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116175892231377894</id><published>2006-10-24T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with the Roomies</title><content type='html'>So much fun!  My old texan roomie summer made a unexpected trip to SLC this weekend.  I haven't seen her for a years so I had to head up to hang out with her.  We met at another old roomies' house.  We sat and laughed and talked about alot of funny memories.  What dorks we were, I would give almost anything to go back to some of those semesters at rick, gesh what I would do over, the things I could change!  Anyway, it was fun going down memory lane and laughing my guts out till I cried.  That was all we did in college and that is all we do now when we get together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I had to feel up michy, her boobies are monsters with milk in them...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/b%205-1-----------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/b%205-1-----------.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just had to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/b%206-2--------------------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/b%206-2--------------------.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/a%202-1------------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/a%202-1------------.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/c%203-2------------.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/c%203-2------------.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us and our kidlets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15436737-116175892231377894?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116175892231377894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116175892231377894&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116175892231377894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116175892231377894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-with-roomies.html' title='Weekend with the Roomies'/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15436737.post-116170730004603229</id><published>2006-10-24T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:42:50.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/n%207-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/n%207-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ok these clients had some sweet furniture!  It was all old and distressed.  I was in love!  When I saw it I knew I had to try something with it.  I am not sure I captured it the way I wanted it but oh well.  I will have to be more attentive to furniture at other clients' houses.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/n%208-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/n%208-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/o%206-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/o%206-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/1600/o%201-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5607/1429/320/o%201-2.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/15436737-116170730004603229?l=jnklarsen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/feeds/116170730004603229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15436737&amp;postID=116170730004603229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116170730004603229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15436737/posts/default/116170730004603229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jnklarsen.blogspot.com/2006/10/ok-these-clients-had-some-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Kellie Larsen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02775232676329887311</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RVMiKjNvNBE/S3pc3IgDndI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/BuLJnxKoqKA/S220/B31a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
