<?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-4009546749050533197</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:29:23.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fears, No Regrets...</title><subtitle type='html'>...Because I get nervous all the time. It's weird but I think it's fun and it's refreshing. It's always good to be that way. That keeps me appreciative of everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-8927368451413594296</id><published>2009-05-26T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:30:27.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Stalker...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have decided that I have a Stalker..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His name is Amos Lee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear this dog follows me everywhere! Its like he has nothing better to do, so he has to follow me no matter where I go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you are wondering who Amos is, he is my sister and brother-in-law's dog, which I am dog-sitting this week . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If Amos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; following someone around the house, then he's laying on top of the couch passing gas.. which I might point out that he just did that exact thing as he is sitting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Right&lt;/span&gt; beside my as I am writing this :P Crazy dog!!! I have a whole week ahead of me to deal with this crazy thing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! He also somehow finds the need to eat MY dogs food for no reason at all.. (not that a dog needs a reason to eat another dogs food..) We put the food in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sami's&lt;/span&gt; food bowl, and Amos sneaks over to her and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sami&lt;/span&gt; is scared of Amos, and will move out of his way if he comes even remotely close to her. So we never know if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sami&lt;/span&gt; ever ate dinner, or if Amos at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-8927368451413594296?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/8927368451413594296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=8927368451413594296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/8927368451413594296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/8927368451413594296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-decided-that-i-have-stalker.html' title='My Stalker...'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-2537633147289351414</id><published>2009-05-26T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:14:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im bored!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am only 2 days into my summer, and I am already bored out of my mind! There is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; nothing to do in my house, and there is nothing to do outside of my house either. I need something to do. Summer is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to be boring... Anyone have any ideas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; so used to being around people constantly... and now all I have is my mother.. not that she's boring or anything, or that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; like her.. but, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; care about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;, and is giving me no sympathy at all. Pretty crazy huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; all the schools just go year around, instead of making the kids do nothing during the summer and make them lose all their smartness??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Really... Life would be so much easier if kids were in school all year.. and we would get more and longer breaks :) Who's with me? :) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Okay, So... life probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be easier if we were in school all year around, BUT... A very sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Innocent&lt;/span&gt; girl named Kristin Bryan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt; be bored right now.  I miss my friends. I miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. I miss school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It sucks.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know. I am weird.. what kid would want to be in school all year? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ummm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ME!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need something to do!!!!&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/4009546749050533197-2537633147289351414?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/2537633147289351414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=2537633147289351414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2537633147289351414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2537633147289351414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bored.html' title='Im bored!!!'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-8281739731641482582</id><published>2009-05-06T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:32:39.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristin? What have you gotten yourself into???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;/span&gt;thought I would &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; say this in my life time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But somehow, someway, someone has convinced me to play Volleyball... Wow! Who would have ever thought that I would be playing that horrible sport?!? Although its only a summer league and doesn't really count as anything... I still have to get used to the fact that I am actually playing. I am such a horrible player... I am such a Soccer/Basketball player its not even funny. Today during athletics we were messing' around with a ball, and everyone kept making fun of me... But I honestly didn't care, because, well, I've never played volleyball, and if they want me on the team, then they're going to have to get used to the fact that I suck, and can't play worth a crap. This could be a very interesting season... uh, summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Another thing about this whole volleyball thing... We have to work out.. with weights... I HATE lifting weights!! I am totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with running, or doing random jumping and drills of that sort. But really? Lifting weights? We had to hold ourselves up on a bar... Guess how long I held myself up? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;19 SECONDS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; REALLY BAD!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compared to the 60 SECONDS that the chick before me had, after that fact that she said that she wouldn't be surprised if she stayed up there for maybe 10 seconds. So I let her go before me so that I could make myself look better and stay up there longer than her, and needless to say... She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; stayed up longer than me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It looked so easy... but NO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS NOT! AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gay bar that I will never ever want to attempt to stay on for longer than 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;seconds&lt;/span&gt; ever again!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, I was talking to my sister last night and I told her that my goal this summer is to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ab's&lt;/span&gt; on this little body of mine. &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/4009546749050533197-8281739731641482582?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/8281739731641482582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=8281739731641482582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/8281739731641482582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/8281739731641482582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/05/kristin-what-have-you-gotten-yourself.html' title='Kristin? What have you gotten yourself into???'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-6938624781568250950</id><published>2009-05-06T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:12:40.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; it when my teachers are in a good mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It  always catches the students off guard, and we always seem to take advantage of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most fun teacher to be a round when he's in a good mood is Mr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Moyer&lt;/span&gt;, our Bible teacher. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He always seems to crack corny jokes, but it always seems to make me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He sometimes will sit there and talk about the most random stuff that you could imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Funnest part about Mr. Moyer is that he is seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBSESSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;em&gt;Youtube.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes I think that he has a little too much time on his hands, and just sits at his desk and looks for the most random video on the website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a good side to his little Youtube obsession though... He always seems to find a video that goes along with what we've learned in class that day. Its amazing to see how many christian video's are out there for people to run into. Some how I think Youtube could/is a good way to reach out to people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-6938624781568250950?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/6938624781568250950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=6938624781568250950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6938624781568250950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6938624781568250950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/05/youtube-obsession.html' title='Youtube Obsession'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-711436318938852818</id><published>2009-04-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T19:47:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manipulators...?</title><content type='html'>What do you do when some one call's your best friend, your "manipulator"?&lt;br /&gt;Some times I wonder why people think that... does nobody think that there really can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; friendships these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up "manipulator" on dictionay.com.. and this is what i found...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to spot a manipulator:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is difficult to spot manipulators, because they are so good at what they do. And it can be hard to identify and resist manipulative behaviors in your children, parents, coworkers, friends or lovers. However, once you recognize the behavior, you can learn to respond in ways that break the manipulation cycle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 1:&lt;br /&gt;Explore your feelings. Think about how you feel after spending time with the people in your life. Perhaps dealing with someone close to you regularly leaves you feeling exhausted, depressed, fearful, lonely, guilty or worthless. If so, chances are that you have spotted a manipulator.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;========================================================&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, first of all... who really sits and attempts to figure out what their feelings are when their around that person..?? that just seems weird to me...&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 2:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice how the person acts when you change the way you respond to the manipulative behavior. Argue back, with logic. Do not humor the manipulator. Take your time answering and responding. Don't take the bait. Be alert and prepared for changes in tactics, since the manipulator is highly invested in control and will try different strategies&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;hmm... I think i can manage arguing back... but still.. who does this?&lt;br /&gt;========================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-711436318938852818?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/711436318938852818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=711436318938852818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/711436318938852818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/711436318938852818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/04/manipulators.html' title='Manipulators...?'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-1473910855620400280</id><published>2009-04-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:41:30.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is gay...I need to pray."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have realized this week that friends are so important to me... not that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; appreciated my friends before now.. but the fact that I appreciate them more this week than I ever have. I noticed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;daily quote &lt;/em&gt;is " Peace begins with a smile". Ha! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thats&lt;/span&gt; so true! I've always heard people say how much they hate "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; drama" but you never realize how horrible and stupid it really is until your actually in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;high school&lt;/span&gt; and have been through it... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! So many people are so inconsiderate, and no one ever thinks of anyone but themselves anymore. Which of course causes people to get frustrated and a ton of misunderstandings go on, and so many people like to spread stupid rumors... I hate people that do that. It just seems so immature. That brings me to another thing... I was just talking about this the other day with my family... Monika came home from work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; about some lady at her work that was going around and saying all these stupid things and kept saying things about people that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;werent&lt;/span&gt; true, and made me think.. how can grown ups be so immature? I get it enough at school, and its actually understandable when your talking about a bunch of teenage girls. But you never think of grown women being so immature about things too. Some times people just amaze me. Hasn't anyone ever heard the saying " when you talk about someone behind their back, they're just going to talk about you behind yours"... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;duh people...!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which also brings me to yet another thought...trust. I hate not being able to trust people... one day you decide that someone is telling you the truth, and then the next day you end up finding out that, that one thing that you thought was true, just ending up being a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FAT LIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I hate that too. Or you tell someone that you trusted them to tell the truth and they actually told you that they would always be honest with you, and not keep any secrets, and then they end up breaking your heart, and you realize that you cant trust that person anymore and your friendship is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; ruined? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow I have to spend the next three years dealing with this... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; going to do it. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life is gay... I need to pray."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-1473910855620400280?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/1473910855620400280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=1473910855620400280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1473910855620400280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1473910855620400280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-is-gayi-need-to-pray.html' title='&quot;Life is gay...I need to pray.&quot;'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-6553984720433822266</id><published>2009-04-18T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:07:54.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason. Bringing something we must learn and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return now I don't know if I believe that that is true but I know I'm who I am today because I knew you... like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes the sun, like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood... who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you I have been changed for good. It well may be that we will never meet again in this lifetime so let me say before we part: so much of me is what I have learned from you you'll be with me, like a handprint on my heart now whatever way our stories may end I know you have rewritten mine by being my friend... Like a ship blown from it's mooring by a wind off the sea like a seed dropped by a skybird in a distant wood who can say if I've been changed for the better? But because I knew you... I have been changed for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-6553984720433822266?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/6553984720433822266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=6553984720433822266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6553984720433822266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6553984720433822266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-good.html' title='For Good'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-6319640107223233053</id><published>2009-03-30T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:40:14.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlight of my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SdFmThcKktI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-vFpt7bO1Y/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319145120481317586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SdFmThcKktI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-vFpt7bO1Y/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Can you see the frog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SdFmOFlaeiI/AAAAAAAAALI/UOJ0xeSDmAE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319145027104569890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SdFmOFlaeiI/AAAAAAAAALI/UOJ0xeSDmAE/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monika climbing the tree...&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/4009546749050533197-6319640107223233053?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/6319640107223233053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=6319640107223233053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6319640107223233053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6319640107223233053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/highlight-of-my-day.html' title='Highlight of my day'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SdFmThcKktI/AAAAAAAAALQ/w-vFpt7bO1Y/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-3014992031707218336</id><published>2009-03-29T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T11:14:04.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my sunshine</title><content type='html'>You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray. You never know" dear how much I love you. Please dont take my sunshine away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...There, I figured it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-3014992031707218336?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/3014992031707218336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=3014992031707218336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/3014992031707218336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/3014992031707218336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my sunshine'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-2924579642025915296</id><published>2009-03-28T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:36:24.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things I hate about Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Well, its March 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; its snowing. It just seems so depressing today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Everyone thinks that since it's snowing then its a good day to sit around the house and do nothing. But in my opinion, since it's snowing it's a good day to sit around and make some fun out of this depressing day of snow and slush. play some cards, make cookies... SOMETHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Since it's so nasty outside, it seems to be a good chick flick movie day, but in the Bryan home, it seems to be a good action movie day... I need to laugh! No action! Chick flicks!! NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; cold! I hate cold weather! It's even worse today, only because there's snow on the ground! I've been dreaming of a wonderful spring all winter, and now that it's here... I just keep dreaming even harder! "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; dreaming of a place, With flowers in my face". - me making up my own song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; running out of cheery songs to sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" You are my sunshine..." la la la la la &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( I honestly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know the rest of the song. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-2924579642025915296?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/2924579642025915296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=2924579642025915296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2924579642025915296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2924579642025915296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/5-things-i-hate-about-today.html' title='5 Things I hate about Today'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-2063070323978493523</id><published>2009-03-28T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:54:43.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard Flun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6IOrdSoNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OHcRDpN9nBk/s1600-h/Snow+Day+025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318337995736260818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6IOrdSoNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OHcRDpN9nBk/s320/Snow+Day+025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monika singing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6H-FE4RYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_njuL0b-aTc/s1600-h/Snow+Day+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318337710555415938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6H-FE4RYI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_njuL0b-aTc/s320/Snow+Day+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my snowballs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6HAfGsw9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/L1jCu0Tlyi0/s1600-h/Snow+Day+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318336652390482898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6HAfGsw9I/AAAAAAAAAKo/L1jCu0Tlyi0/s320/Snow+Day+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sami in the snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6G3KttI-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FeXQFLrFNHQ/s1600-h/Snow+Day+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318336492298118114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6G3KttI-I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FeXQFLrFNHQ/s320/Snow+Day+026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monika checking the mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4009546749050533197-2063070323978493523?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/2063070323978493523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=2063070323978493523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2063070323978493523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2063070323978493523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/blizard-flun.html' title='Blizzard Flun'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc6IOrdSoNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/OHcRDpN9nBk/s72-c/Snow+Day+025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-1649944500533839456</id><published>2009-03-28T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:58:09.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside is frightful...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always hated Oklahoma. Only because of the random weather changes we have. It can go from a beautiful 80 degree day to a nasty 20 degree snow fall. It's almost April! I'm not supposed to wake up to snow outside my window. That's just not right. So, needless to say.. I OFFICIALLY HATE SNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318252944332518002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc464CSdcnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k1LWrpS5csk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318250130691465682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc44UQqKIdI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MY9D_viIaLM/s320/Spring+Snow+March+28,+09+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4009546749050533197-1649944500533839456?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/1649944500533839456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=1649944500533839456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1649944500533839456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1649944500533839456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='Oh the weather outside is frightful...'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc464CSdcnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/k1LWrpS5csk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-4228316661129831789</id><published>2009-03-27T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:25:35.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been grounded....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you might have noticed I havent blogged in a few MONTHS... yes... I have been grounded... stupid grades. As I was sitting here talking to my mom, we were talking about how, my aunt, Angie, probably keeps up with me when I am grounded. Knowing that she is probably the only other person who reads my blog, besides my Dad and Sister... Im sure she miss's me! oh so very much!... haha :) Did you miss me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-4228316661129831789?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/4228316661129831789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=4228316661129831789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/4228316661129831789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/4228316661129831789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-grounded.html' title='Been grounded....'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-141858609755571923</id><published>2009-03-27T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:46:50.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>Guilt is a weird thing. I have a lot of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-141858609755571923?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/141858609755571923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=141858609755571923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/141858609755571923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/141858609755571923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thought-of-day.html' title='Random thought of the day...'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-727911375346299678</id><published>2009-03-27T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:01:02.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"No fears, No regrets, just a future with a Promise"&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If all men knew what other say about them, there wouldnt be four friends in the world."&lt;br /&gt;-Blaise Pascal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-727911375346299678?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/727911375346299678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=727911375346299678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/727911375346299678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/727911375346299678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-2337574374712662953</id><published>2008-12-16T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:35:06.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas fun, random thoughts, and...Jesus??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday we went over to some friends house to make gingerbread houses, and decorate cookies. As I was building my gingerbread house, I had a random thought... What would Jesus' house look like if he was building a gingerbread house?? What would His house look like in real life?? I imagined a perfect house... even nicer than the ones that you see in contests and stuff. I imagined a small cozy house much like the one in the book &lt;em&gt;The Shack&lt;/em&gt;. With flowers, and warm cozy fires, and Him inside baking goods, and waiting to show us His love. Then other random thoughts came to mind... would Jesus have a huge mansion much like that ones that the Bible says that we'll have when we go to heaven? Does Jesus even need a house?? hhmmm.. So many questions to ask Him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-2337574374712662953?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/2337574374712662953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=2337574374712662953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2337574374712662953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/2337574374712662953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun-random-thoughts-andjesus.html' title='Christmas fun, random thoughts, and...Jesus??'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-1384084085047316289</id><published>2008-12-15T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T09:27:06.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toby Mac Concert</title><content type='html'>Oh, wow, what a night!! hmm.. where to start... Well first of all Monika surprised me with four tickets to the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Toby Mac Winter Wonder Slam Tour&lt;/span&gt; on December 13. I had been wanting to go to this concert since I heard about it! I wanted to go &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;bad, but it was really expensive. So that wonderful sister of mine came into my room one night and handed me an envelope... ah man was I excited!! December 13th finally arrived, My mom told me that my youthpastor had backstage passese and wanted to know if I want to go with him... So, Eleven of us piled in the church van and headed to the Mabee Center for the Meet and Greet with Toby Mac. All my friends kept making fun of me 'cause I was in awe of Toby when I saw him! We saw him in the hall before we went into the area where Toby was supposed to be and I spotted a guy, and he looked just like him, and I kept staring at him... And of course I was right.:) It was Toby. I looked at Logan and I was like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Umm, thats him guys!!"&lt;/span&gt; hehe. When the concert finally started Courtney and I ended up on the seond row. Ah! It was amazing!! That night pretty much mad entire year... hmm.. maybe not... but it was pretty stinkin' AMAZING!!!:)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SUccWGiXclI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wSwoheO3VnQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280220254152651346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SUccWGiXclI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wSwoheO3VnQ/s320/010.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/4009546749050533197-1384084085047316289?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/1384084085047316289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=1384084085047316289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1384084085047316289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1384084085047316289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/12/toby-mac-concert.html' title='Toby Mac Concert'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SUccWGiXclI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wSwoheO3VnQ/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-1942535182100497904</id><published>2008-12-01T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:25:52.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington?</title><content type='html'>There's this girl, Madison, in my class that is gulable beyond belief. As we were sitting in History class today my friend Angel and I were talking about how Madison believes everything that we say to her. So Angel goes off and says, "Oh! Madison! Kristin's moving to Washington! Did I tell you that? I just found out this morning", and of course, Madison believes her. At first she thought we were joking, but then she realized that were really being serious, and that I really was moving to Washington. So I went on and told her that I found out last week during Thanksgiving break, and that we were moving because of my dads job, and that we only had three more weeks together. At that point she was freaking out, and wasnt really sure what to believe... So we were talking about it all through that hour, and it got around the entire class, and I ended up having a ton of people coming up to me after school and asking me, " Is the whole Washington thing true?" &lt;br /&gt;But as the day went on, I was feeling bad for everyone that thought that I really was moving to Washington, so I had to tell everyone that I wasnt really and that it was all a joke. But, hey, it was stinkin' fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-1942535182100497904?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/1942535182100497904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=1942535182100497904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1942535182100497904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/1942535182100497904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/12/washington.html' title='Washington?'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-7044157301691410189</id><published>2008-11-27T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:55:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...Told you it would be blinding...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SS87d4m2jEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/frGY9Nfwa-c/s1600-h/403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273499073271729218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SS87d4m2jEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/frGY9Nfwa-c/s320/403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I count down the days unitl im &lt;strong&gt;allowed &lt;/strong&gt;to put my first stran of lights on the house. This year was a little different because I've been so busy with school and basketball, so it took me a little longer to put &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;of them up. Thanksgiving Day is the first day that im allowed to turn them all on. You should have seen me on thanksgiving day. I was litteraly counting down the hours and minutes until I got to turn them on. For some strange reason I never got on the roof this year...dad did the C7'S(the large bulbed lights on the roof).&lt;br /&gt;The Bryan household is known as the "house with all the stinkin' lights" when we're giving directions to our house during the holidays. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-7044157301691410189?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/7044157301691410189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=7044157301691410189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/7044157301691410189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/7044157301691410189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/11/told-you-it-would-be-blinding.html' title='...Told you it would be blinding...'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SS87d4m2jEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/frGY9Nfwa-c/s72-c/403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-3862865834878690023</id><published>2008-10-24T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:31:26.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing Hard Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do we do nothing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We’re not as good at something as someone else we know.&lt;br /&gt;2) We don’t have all the resources we think we need.&lt;br /&gt;3) We figure that the chances of failing and looking like losers are too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- What we’re really saying is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) God only uses the best and the brightest.&lt;br /&gt;2) He only us when every last thing is in place.&lt;br /&gt;3) He only brings glory to Himself when we… bring glory to ourselves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Fear is the fence that keeps us stuck in our comfort zones. We often feel fear for a reason: Often something “is” outside that should make us afraid. The problem is when we just sit there. We wait. And we wait. We’re waiting to stop felling afraid before we attempt anything. We often are too afraid to try something new because of past experiences. We don’t want to embarrass ourselves again…&lt;br /&gt;- Overcoming our fears doesn’t require that we stop caring about what happens, it requires that we act in spite of our fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;- God expects us to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do what’s hard for you.&lt;br /&gt;2) Be known for what you do. ( More than for what you don’t)&lt;br /&gt;3) Pursue &lt;strong&gt;excellence&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;excuses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We often get praise for things that weren’t particularly hard to achieve. If we focus in the props and that encouragement of others who have low expectations for us, we become mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;- It can be challenging to set our sights on excellence, particularly when we’re hearing that we’re already there.&lt;br /&gt;- We get so caught up in being that Godliest person in our youth groups or in earning “the celebration of excellence for leadership” award that we lose sight of Gods standards, we fall short of our true potential, because we aimed only to big. Bigger than the next fish in our small pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:5-15&lt;br /&gt;Mark 11:22-25&lt;br /&gt;Philippians 4:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dreams are not something to wait for, they’re something to work for.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are the salt of the earth. But if the salt loses its saltiness, how can it be made salty again? It is no longer good for anything, except to thrown out and trampled by men.” “You are the light of the world. A city on a hill cannot be hidden, Neither do people light a lam and put it under a bowl. Instead they put it on its stand, and it gives light to everyone in the house. In the same way, let you light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.”&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:13-16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-3862865834878690023?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/3862865834878690023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=3862865834878690023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/3862865834878690023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/3862865834878690023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/10/doing-hard-things.html' title='Doing Hard Things...'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4009546749050533197.post-6279929837732887460</id><published>2008-09-28T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:41:03.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/STSgKuijTCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CgEvK8bcVhA/s1600-h/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/STSgKuijTCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CgEvK8bcVhA/s320/106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275017169709780002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/STSfiebq9iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0k_XuAdbFAQ/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/STSfiebq9iI/AAAAAAAAAEY/0k_XuAdbFAQ/s320/090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275016478191187490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SN_71y3DYcI/AAAAAAAAABY/NsbLsUWFBjU/s1600-h/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251192592141607362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/SN_71y3DYcI/AAAAAAAAABY/NsbLsUWFBjU/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I went to colorado with my youth group. We were in Como, CO. with a bunch of other church's. It was crazy fun! The mountains were amazingly beautiful, along with the stars that felt like you could reach up and grab one, becsue of how stinkin' close they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4009546749050533197-6279929837732887460?l=kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/feeds/6279929837732887460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4009546749050533197&amp;postID=6279929837732887460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6279929837732887460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4009546749050533197/posts/default/6279929837732887460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristin-o-bryan-o.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post_28.html' title='Colorado'/><author><name>kRiStIn(o)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07980622562630795031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/Sc2PdXLK0rI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/AL-xA8rLiRM/S220/IMG000011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lfZTv4jgVfA/STSgKuijTCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/CgEvK8bcVhA/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
