<?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-15273846</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:31.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You, More</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-113626499528212284</id><published>2006-01-02T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:10:00.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/DSC03767.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/DSC03798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/320/DSC03798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last time I wrote I was still really sad about moving. I'm starting to get a little more excited. I've learned a couple of my friends are thinking about moving too. I won't mention names, but one of them will only be about 6 hours away...think, &lt;em&gt;long weekends!&lt;/em&gt; Also, Ben and Lindsay sold their condo, and will be moving to Denver around the same time Mike and I move to OKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was nice. Mike and I actually tore into our presents on Christmas eve... [it was his idea, promise] we even tore into&lt;br /&gt;Kitty, Keton, and Bailey's presents that night as well. Christmas day...yeah, we didn't have much to do. I enjoyed spending Christmas, just the two of us, as our first Christmas being married. It was also nice to spend it in San Diego, as it is such a different Christmas than both Mike and I are used to...really native San Diegans should experience a white Christmas once in their lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was nice too, we rang in the New Year with Ben and Lindsay for the second year in a row. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we met Ben and Lindasy: Ben and Mike used to work together, we started going to Mission Gathering Christian Church where Ben led the best worship I've experienced in my life. Although we are not attending Mission Gathering anymore, from the experience I've gained a better understanding of the part that God plays in our lives, and was able to open my eyes and experience Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to New Years, we spent our night with Ben, Lindsay, Artie and Jen. Cooked out and had a great time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year Resolutions, yeah I have a few of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Be more "wifely"...which means try to clean more, make sure there is coffee in the morning, take Bailey down without complaining, and most importantly, LEARN HOW TO COOK. It's a sad, sad day, when you tell your husband, "I want to make breakfast burritos", and he says, "that's a big task". Then he says, why don't I cook something...uhhh, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Make the most of my workouts...I've gotten kinda lazy in the gym. I start breathing hard and stop. The result - a small belly, well, I'd like to call it small. No more, I'm not leaving the gym until I break a sweat...AND breath hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I both enjoyed a three and a half day weekend...Mike, Artie and Jen are watching football right now. This is what I'm going to miss...the good friends and good times we spend together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-113626499528212284?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/113626499528212284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=113626499528212284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113626499528212284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113626499528212284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-last-time-i-wrote-i-was-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-113514919286987204</id><published>2005-12-20T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:14:17.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Last time I wrote, I was looking forward to going home...well, now...less than 2 months later, I will be moving home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The opportunity came up and was too perfect to pass up, yes, it is a little sooner than expected, but the move is something that has been on our minds for a while now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Right now...I don't think it's hit me, at times I'm really excited...to see my family more, to be able to afford a home, to see my old friends, and just be back in the place that I have always thought of as home...but a part of me is really sad. I remember moving out to CA like it was yesterday, I remember the drive out with my dad, I remember taking my dad to the airport and feeling more alone than I've ever felt before, and now, I have a life, I have friends, I have unforgettable memories, and I am so sad to leave my life here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know that moving is definitely a positive, and I'm fairly certain that once I'm home, things will be alright. &lt;em&gt;So I guess it's fair to say...at this point I still have very mixed feelings, deep down I know this is very good, but on the surface I feel sorta bad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&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/15273846-113514919286987204?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/113514919286987204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=113514919286987204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113514919286987204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113514919286987204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-time-i-wrote-i-was-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-113077274379182972</id><published>2005-10-31T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T07:32:23.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So...I'm going to try to do this more often.  This weekend was quite busy for me.  Mike had his last regular season softball game Friday night, although he wasn't able to play he went anyway.  I stayed home with Preston and Bailey.  Watched TV on the couch all night long...then the fun started.  After not eating most of the week, Saturday came much too early.  I didn't feel as in shape as I could have been, but oh well.  The dance team that I am on shoots a calandar every year, this year we were shooting at the beach.  Trust me it isn't as glamorous as you would think.  Between freezing my butt off and being pummeled by waves, I think a few pictures actually came out rather nice.  After about an hour of being out of the water I could finally feel my fingertips.  Oh, and I'm still digging sand out of my ears.  Sunday, I took a 2 hour drive north to downtown LA to visit my dad, who had been in town all week for training.  We talked, had lunch at California Pizza Kitchen, and talked more.  It was nice to see him, and I'm looking forward to my trip home in December to see the rest of my family and hopefully some of my friends.  So, now it's Monday, I'm at work... so I'd better get back to it.  More Later, I Promise :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-113077274379182972?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/113077274379182972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=113077274379182972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113077274379182972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/113077274379182972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112675713156542703</id><published>2005-09-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:06:33.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/Republican1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/400/Republican1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;One reason "Why I'm a Republican"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry...but I had to use it, thanks Ashley. &lt;/span&gt;&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/15273846-112675713156542703?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112675713156542703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112675713156542703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112675713156542703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112675713156542703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-reason-why-im-republicanim-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112638504298963332</id><published>2005-09-10T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T13:44:02.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Saturday, Mike and I got up early and headed to Costco for food for tonight.  We are having Megan, Jason, Artie, Jenn, and maybe Aaron and Jaime over for dinner.  We've told them to bring Peety and Preston over to keep Bailey company, dogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is cooking his specialty BBQ ribs and chicken.  We picked up a Caesar salad at Costco too.  Oh...and you can't forget the beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to eat today until dinner.  I was really, really bad last night.  Mike and ate at McDonalds.  I had a Quarter Pounder and fries.  I haven't had a Quarter Pounder in at least a year...it was soooo good.  I think I had a dream about it last night, and I was still thinking about it this morning...ok, that is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have finished cleaning the house for our company tonight...I'm excited, and ready to eat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112638504298963332?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112638504298963332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112638504298963332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112638504298963332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112638504298963332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-saturday-mike-and-i-got-up-early.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112628357804488310</id><published>2005-09-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T09:32:58.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/0293gullsgirls0304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/320/0293gullsgirls0304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back...after much thought, I've decided to dance one more year. Yes, I'm a San Diego Gulls Girl once again...after my first practice last night, I can say, "it is good to be back" I had a lot of fun, the new girls seem nice, and it's great to see some of my old friends again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112628357804488310?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112628357804488310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112628357804488310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112628357804488310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112628357804488310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112614848125338832</id><published>2005-09-07T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T20:01:21.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was home sick from work today.  I think I had a bad reaction to the medication I'm on.  I had missed a dose and doubled up last night.  Woke up around 4AM...I won't go into detail, but needless to say, I stayed in bed all day long.  Mike brought Chicken Noodle soup home (I'm very spoiled).  I'm going to take it easy for the rest of the night...I aboslutely can't miss work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112614848125338832?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112614848125338832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112614848125338832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112614848125338832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112614848125338832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-was-home-sick-from-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112607082403844832</id><published>2005-09-06T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T19:59:01.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/40447098_b653479c05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/40447098_b653479c05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tuesday, my first day back to work after the Labor Day Holiday... Mike and I enjoyed a nice weekend. We headed up to Hollywood on Saturday for Lindsays' birthday. We saw Jaime Kennedy at the Improv...lots of fun, laughs, and shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, we headed up to Temecula, CA for some wine tasting. I was Vanessa's birthday, but I think Mike thought it was his...I took some pics of him passed out in Vanessa's backyard, but he was able to delete them off of the camera before I had a chance to save then.  I did it...I brought "that guy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112607082403844832?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112607082403844832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112607082403844832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112607082403844832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112607082403844832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-tuesday-my-first-day-back-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112466639224249572</id><published>2005-08-21T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:45:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos31.flickr.com/36083783_d6995bec45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos31.flickr.com/36083783_d6995bec45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos31.flickr.com/36083783_d6995bec45.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I did exactly what I have been wanting to do since the wedding...absolutely nothing. Mike and I introduced Bailey to Flash and Sugar on Friday night, I started my weekend a hour early on Friday...taking an hour of leave and heading home to get a quick workout in around 2:30PM. Saturday we woke up fairly early, I headed to PB to run...which was abolutely awesome. Too bad, I'm not a morning person, running at the beach in the morning is very calming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the rest of the day pretty easy, watched about 6 episodes of 24 Season Three, and having dinner at home. Today, I haven't been much more productive. I did go to Target to pick up a few necesities for next week...I still need to hit the gym, but other than that I plan to lay around, have dinner, and watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work starts bright and early tomorrow morning at 7AM...I am already ready for my upcoming 3 day weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great, we are all happy, take care! K&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112466639224249572?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112466639224249572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112466639224249572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112466639224249572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112466639224249572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-weekend-i-did-exactly-what-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112373101078911457</id><published>2005-08-10T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:37:08.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is only 8:20PM, but I am mentally and physically drained. I can not remember when I have ever been this sad. I miss Maddie more than I expected. I tried to forget about everything that was going on in my personal life while I was at work today, but the minute I got into the dark parking garage after work, I couldn't hold my emotions in any longer. I cried most of the way home, and actually cried the better part of the late afternoon and evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Mike to take Maddie back to Beth's house, I didn't want to go in, but I did. Maddie acted happy to be there, so that made me feel a little better, emphasize a LITTLE. Mike and I then went and gorged on Panda Express. Now I feel really full, fat, and uncomfortable. I will chalk today up as a loss, and try to start over fresh tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is going to be short tonight, because I do not have the energy to write anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&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/15273846-112373101078911457?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112373101078911457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112373101078911457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112373101078911457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112373101078911457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-is-only-820pm-but-i-am-mentally-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15273846.post-112363553933655199</id><published>2005-08-09T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:36:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos33.flickr.com/35420720_c176b99cf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos33.flickr.com/35420720_c176b99cf0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/mk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/1409/1600/0418197-R1-042-19A.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Today started out just fine, mine and my husbands &lt;em&gt;one month anniversary!&lt;/em&gt; My intention was to take off work this afternoon, and surprise him by cleaning the house, cooking dinner...you know, those wifely type of things I rarely do. Needless to say, work has been a nightmare the past couple weeks, and I wasn't about to ask off for the afternoon since we are at the end of an audit, the final day to make corrections and save ourselves is TOMORROW.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;...then I got the real bad news, our apartment complex will not allow us to keep our dog. Maddie aka. Madedor Retriever, has to go. Although it wasn't my idea to adopt a dog, and I was fulfilled with just our two cats...Maddie has grown on me and &lt;strong&gt;I love her&lt;/strong&gt;. I am home right now, and it is very hard to look at her knowing that we can not keep her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;The apartments told us we had about two weeks to find her a home, when we rescued her, we signed paperwork saying we would take her back to the rescue if we could not keep her. Instead of dragging it out, we have decided to take her back to the rescue tomorrow. I do not think neither Mike nor I could handle keeping her for another two weeks, becoming that much more attached, and then giving her back...oh, and the kicker, we can't keep her because she is a "terrier" mix...as the County of San Diego would say, but she looks like she could have a little pitbull in her, so...we can not keep her. Makes a lot of sense, huh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;I will say this, she is the absolute sweetest dog, these people are crazy to make this decision without meeting her. Anyone who met her would say...she is an absolute sweetheart and would never hurt a flea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;Anyway, enough said today...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms" align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15273846-112363553933655199?l=kristinedanielson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/feeds/112363553933655199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15273846&amp;postID=112363553933655199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112363553933655199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15273846/posts/default/112363553933655199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristinedanielson.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-started-out-just-fine-mine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristine Danielson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04646861312273901196</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos23.flickr.com/35590191_4228170043_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
