<?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-30621879</id><updated>2012-02-09T09:48:07.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inklings of the Inarticulate</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes a place for me to share with the world events that have been happening in my life, and sometimes just a place for me to communicate the thoughts I am unable to voice otherwise. Either way, I'm not likely to update very often. Sorry to the people who actually care.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-3976213724469951530</id><published>2009-03-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T20:38:58.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Curiosity Killed the Cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;It's a phrase we've all heard, and more than likely used on several occasions. But until recently (recent as in literally thirty seconds ago), I never thought about the fact that it could very well be an ambiguous sentence. My first and only thought when I've heard this phrase has been that the cat was curious about something, and whatever it was that was the source of his curiosity got him into trouble. Reading that sentence over again, I don't think it made much sense, but you understand, right? It's the meaning people associate with the saying, that when curious about something, people should learn to let it go or they could get into trouble. Or, as the very reliable website I looked up that contains meanings and origins of a plethera of sayings says, "Inquisitiveness can lead one into dangerous situations."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;But couldn't it mean the opposite as well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Couldn't this common phrase that's thrown out so often, "curiosity killed the cat", imply that the poor cat was curious about something, but decided not to pursue it? And because of this, he was forevermore left unsatisfied with his lack of knowledge, and this curiosity plagued him until it eventually drove him to his death. This makes sense as well, no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;I think it makes much more sense than the original meaning behind the phrase. After all, it does say that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; killed the cat, not the learning of what it was he wanted to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-3976213724469951530?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3976213724469951530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=3976213724469951530&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3976213724469951530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3976213724469951530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/curiosity-killed-cat.html' title='Curiosity Killed the Cat'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-5249181054366564866</id><published>2009-03-06T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:09:03.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>March</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;My birthday is in twelve days. Funny how this fact constantly slips my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;In other news, four of my close friends are heading out next week across the globe. That's right, MEI Missions teams are once again preparing to embark on their adventures. Two of my friends are heading to the Ukraine, one to Cambodia, and another to Costa Rica. The one heading to Costa Rica is going to the same village I went to just a year ago. Has it been that long already? When I first found out she was going I cried. I want to go back so badly, yet I know that if I had gone with another team from school, I would have been constantly comparing this trip to my previous one. That would not be good. So, another friend and I have joined the intercessory team and are committing to praying for our friends, and all the teams, as they travel the globe. We're also going to orientation with the other teams to be there to support them as they have that last time of preparation. It will be good to be there. I think it'll be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I have my grad dress. It is hanging in the closet, waiting for that day when I can put it on and parade around in all my grandeur for all the world to see. Well, all the people who come to the banquet, anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;As graduation draws nearer, I'm sure I will have more to post. Whether or not I do.... well, we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Until then, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Choum reap lia (khmer - Cambodia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-5249181054366564866?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5249181054366564866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=5249181054366564866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5249181054366564866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5249181054366564866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/march.html' title='March'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-8129583992439012668</id><published>2008-12-19T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:06:54.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today was the last day of school before Christmas break!!! Hooray!!! I love the last day of school. It's so pointless and slack and pretty much a party and a half every class. It's awesome. And now it's over. Time for two weeks of sleeping in, slacking off, and doing absolutely nothing of consequence until January. Isn't it lovely?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Alright, so it won't be complete slacking off. But it'll be a very nice break from school and all the people I really can't stand to be around. I'll miss my friends of course, but we're planning a little Christmas party soon, so that'll be nice. Hm. I'm a little lost right now. Usually my posts are pages long with thoughts carrying on for miles with no end in sight. And now I can't think of what to say.... and it's quite strange. Perhaps I'm just out of practice with the whole blogging business. Probably I'll get back into it again soonish. (Chrys and I were just discussing how irritating it is when authors [or anybody, really] put the word "probably" at the beginning of a sentence, because it does not belong there and looks really stupid, so I decided to put it in there, just because it'll make her mad. hehe. Although it does annoy me too....hm....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyhoo, since I don't have anything purposeful to say, I'll just stop talking now. Writing, whatever. Wouldn't it be nice if more people did that? I mean be quiet or stop talking when they've run out of things of consequence to say. I think it would be just lovely if certain people learned to do that. In any case, I'll end here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-8129583992439012668?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8129583992439012668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=8129583992439012668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8129583992439012668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8129583992439012668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-for-holidays.html' title='Home for the Holidays'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-2296808623408859805</id><published>2008-12-07T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T19:16:37.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>I cleaned my bedroom!! Oh happy day!!! 'Cept it wasn't a happy day, because I had the flu. That wasn't fun. But my bedroom is clean and spider-free. It's very satisfying. Thanks to Gabe for getting me started. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-2296808623408859805?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2296808623408859805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=2296808623408859805&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2296808623408859805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2296808623408859805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-4363565628231968089</id><published>2008-02-29T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:50:56.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Leap Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Does anyone else find it strange that we don't do anything special for this day? I mean, it only comes around once every four years, you'd think there'd be something to honour it. Maybe that's just me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;So, what's up with me? Wouldn't you like to know? All right, I give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Let's start with the most persistent: I am scared to death about the missions trip that I am leaving for in....FIFTEEN DAYS!!! It just makes me so uneasy because I honesly have no idea what to expect. I mean I know the general outline of what we might be doing down there, but really, I have no idea what I'm getting myself into. Don't get me wrong, I'm totally looking forward to it. I know it'll be an awesome experience, and my team has some pretty amazing people on it. I just feel so unprepared.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;(ew, this is a really ugly colour, remind me never to use it again...what is it called, do you think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So that's that...um, my dad broke his elbow. But that happened a couple of weeks ago, and his cast is off. Still can't do much with it, apparently, but yay for no cast. That equals improvement. I still want to get a cast. Maybe I've not shared this desire with you. I want to experience what it's like to have a cast on. Of course I'm not really hoping for excruciating pain or a shattered bone or anything like that. Maybe I can get a doctor to put one on me just for the hey of it. What do you think my chances of that happening are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Did I tell you about my new semester? Oh. I think I left off saying I would update you soon on how that's going.... well, I think a month is about enough time to make up my mind about it. Just had to be sure, you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's been pretty good over all. I decided to drop Math 12 for German 11, so that's been good. We're working on a rather difficult/time consuming project right now. He's "given" us each $3000 and we have to plan a trip through some German speaking country visiting certain types of places and junk. I guess it's not that bad. It just sucks because I'm looking at all these places and "planning" where I'm going to go, and I wish I could really go there. All those cathedrals and  castles...so pretty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Spanish has been good. I love it, as always. We got to choose our own seating plan, too, so I'm sitting next to friends. Happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bible is interesting. I chose World Religions, for those of you who don't know. It's good to learn about all these different religions and why the do what they do or believe what they believe. We've only gone over a few so far, but it's been good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;English. What can I say? Is there any subject I could love more? I'm in the accellerated English class, so we're doing English 12 stuff right now, and we have the same class we've had for the past two years, and our teacher this year is awesome. We have learned a lot alreadyl, but it doesn't really feel like it because it's so much fun. We don't take millions of notes, it's mostly discussions about all the topics. It's great. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Course selection for next year was due today. I'm pretty happy with what I chose. Let's see if I can remember....Bible - I chose "Life Issues" for that one. Um.... Comparative Civilizations, English Lit, Spanish, Sewing, Psychology, P.E., and that ever-beloved "study" block. Hehe. We'll see how much studying actually goes on. My two alternative choices are Law and Family Studies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, I think that's it for this month. Thank you very much for being curious and nosy about the happenings in my own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I appreciate it more than I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed today's report. Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-4363565628231968089?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4363565628231968089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=4363565628231968089&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/4363565628231968089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/4363565628231968089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-leap-year.html' title='Happy Leap Year!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-4871386276609078817</id><published>2008-01-30T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:51:31.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it seriously still January?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That is unbelievable. This month has been so weird. With school, it seems to have flown by. But then whenever I think about this month it feels like it should be over already, like it's been going on forever. You know, I actually thought about blogging a week ago. A full week before the month ended. That's how slow it was going - it feels like I should be posting again. Lucky you, I actually deceded to post today. Still January. I can't get over that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, what's new with me? Well, school was not all that fun. Exam preparation and the like. It's super-duper fun! (that's supposed to be sarcastic, for those who didn't catch that) But now first semester is over. I had my Biology exam on Monday, and I didn't find it as difficult as I was expecting, which probably means I failed. Oh well. I figured out that even if I got 0% on the exam, I'd pass the course. Just barely, but pass I will. So it can't really be that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Anyway, my Social Studies Provincial exam was supposed to be yesterday, but got cancelled because of a lot of snow (yes, you Saskatchewan people can laugh if you want, but for B.C., it was a lot of snow). So, that was rescheduled until next week. Whoopie. But I have the rest of this week off, so that's happy. I went to work with Chrys today. That was fun. I'm going to join her again on Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yes, I only had two exams. That's not so bad, I guess. I think I have three next semester, though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Speaking of, I'm kind of not so excited for that to start. Mostly just because of Math. I hate math, and Math 12 is going to be very much not so fun for me. Other that that, though, I'm so excited. I've been waiting all year for English to start again. It's my favritist class ever. It's the English Accellerated class, so we have the same people every year, just a different teacher. It's such a great group. So much fun. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm also going to be starting Spanish on Monday, which is really good because as I'm going to Costa Rica in March, so I'm going to need to brush up on my spanish. Maybe learn some more applicable phrases other that "I need to use the bathroom." That's pretty much all I know that would be useful. Other than that I can talk about school and a little bit about myself. Barely. I haven't done anything with Spanish in a year, so it'll be interesting to get back into it. I'm really looking forward to it, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My last class is Bible. Mandatory at our school. I'm actually looking forward to it this year, though. My last bible teacher was awful. Everybody hated him, and there was much rejoicing when he retired. The teacher I'm going to have this year I've had before, and he's so much fun. Apparently we get to go on a lot of field trips, too, so that'll be really great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll try to force myself to write again soon telling you about the first couple days of the new semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hasta luego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(ha! I do remember something....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-4871386276609078817?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4871386276609078817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=4871386276609078817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/4871386276609078817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/4871386276609078817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/is-it-seriously-still-january.html' title='Is it seriously still January?'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-6431766414332168439</id><published>2008-01-01T21:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:15:48.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I forgot to give an update on my Road Test...I passed. Yep, I'm now a Novice Driver, a.k.a. "Nerd." I'm quite proud of myself. So, now you know, if you even wanted to in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-6431766414332168439?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6431766414332168439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=6431766414332168439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/6431766414332168439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/6431766414332168439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh.html' title='Oh...'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-9064668052631196333</id><published>2008-01-01T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:11:55.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...like you haven't heard that a thousand times already. 2008. Whoopie. You know how I spent New Year's Eve? Babysitting. It was a party and a half, let me tell you. Set off the fire alarm. Yeah, that was great. Amazingly, only one of the boys woke up, and he went down again right away, so it wasn't a huge deal. Just very stressful for me. I mean, you think that just sitting around, reading, maybe watching a movie while the kids sleep wouldn't be all that eventful. Then there was this candle sitting on the counter and the flame was going crazy. It was super high, and all around the inside of the glass. It was around a bunch of flammable stuff, so I moved as much as I could, but I couldn't move the candle itself 'cause it burned my fingers. So I took an orange out of the fridge and smothered the flame. Yay me, it put the fire out. But, when you smother a large flame like that, it creates a lot of smoke. And that smoke set off the alarm. Panicked, I tried calling the parents to see if there was some way I could turn it off. They didn't hear the phone ring. So, I called Chryssie, almost in tears at this point because I had no idea what I should do, and the moment she answered the phone the alarm stopped. Then started up again a couple minutes later. I opened a door to try and air out the kitchen a bit, and the alarm turned off again after a bit and then it was fine. Then one of the boys woke up, and he's the one who is rather difficult when it comes to sleeping properly and such. Lucky for me, it was 11:00 and he was extremely tired and fell back to sleep quite easily. After that my evening was gratefully uneventful. Go ahead laugh if you want, my sisters already did. Yeah, I did too. Other than that little incident, it was a rather enjoyable evening. I got to read a lot, I was alone, it was quiet. Very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, that's my exciting story for today. January 1, 2008. Aren't you proud of me? I'm not making any promises, though, to keep up regular posts. Never have been good at keeping those New Year's Resolutions.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-9064668052631196333?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/9064668052631196333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=9064668052631196333&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/9064668052631196333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/9064668052631196333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-1391057101414953122</id><published>2007-12-01T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:41:25.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Ha! Bet you didn't expect to hear from me again so soon, I thought this might be a nice change. The first day of the month. It's so weird to think it's December now. So much is happening this month. Mom's birthday, Kyra's first birthday, Christmas, baby Unruh's birth. It'll be wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;My friend Gabrielle is getting baptized tomorrow. Yay! I'm so excited for her. I get to go watch. It'll be so happifying. Well, I'm not going to go on for very long tonight. Just wanted to do something pleasantly surprising for all of you loyal readers out there. I'll talk to you again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;~Kaels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-1391057101414953122?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1391057101414953122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=1391057101414953122&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1391057101414953122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1391057101414953122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise!!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-3180047746510404477</id><published>2007-11-30T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:38:02.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yes, it is true. I am finally posting for this month. I know I'm cutting it kind of close, but that's alright. It's still November. And I've had no comments prompting me to post, so I did it all on my own. I hope that doesn't mean I've been given up on. Although I understand completely if that's true. Well, I'm getting tired of writing this paragraph, so let's move on, shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So I don't believe I even told you that I applied to go on a missions trip with my school, but I'm going. Yippee!! My team is headed to Costa Rica over Spring Break. I'm so excited. And scared. I've never done anything like this before, but I think I need to. It'll be good. My team is awesome, although we're still a bit awkward with each other. But once we get to know each other better, I can tell it'll be crazy and so much fun. I really hope so, anyway, or it will be a very looong, boring plane ride. Wow, for a second there I totally thought I had spelled plane wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So, I'm trying to get into the habit of reading my bible, which is something I do....well, not ever, pretty much. So I was reading in Romans 12, which is the chapter we're studying as a team, and there was one part that had a little thingy in the margin leading to another passage so I went there and looked it up and then there were more things to look up from there and it was so much fun! Who knew reading the bible was just one big treasure hunt? Well, probably every Bible teacher out there, but hey, I'm new at this. Gimme a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, as I was looking through it, I ended up in the Proverbs, and found two that for some reason stuck out at me. They are in Proverbs 25.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Verse 16:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Have you found honey? Eat only as much as you need, Lest you be filled with it and vomit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Verse 20:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Like one who takes away a garment in cold weather, and like vinegar on soda, is one who sings songs to a heavy heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So, these ones I singled out I think because I have a tiny little idea of what they might be saying, but when I really stop to think about it, I just get confused. So, here's a thought. How 'bout if you people who are reading this give me your take on what they mean. I think it'd be fun to see what we come up with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oh! Breaking news! We are dancing in P.E.... WITH THE GUYS' CLASS!!! Yes, you read that right. MEI is allowing DANCING between boys and girls!! I mean, we have to hold hands and everything. It's pretty crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In a couple weeks I'm going to be taking my road test to hopefully get my N. It's quite terrifying. Although, really, if Jared passed his test, I think I'll be okay. :P Not that he'll read this, but no offense meant. Well, not much anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Christmas banquet is on the same day as my test. I'm excited. It should be very fun. Although I still need to get my ticket.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So, that's it for this month. And I just want you to know that even though I don't post very often, I think about it a lot. About all those readers who must be so disappointed to open my blog to find that nothing new has been added. To those who feel that keen disappointment, I apologize. I would say I'll try harder, but I don't know how I'll feel later on. So, I say farewell. For now. For a while. Forever? Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;(For those of you who are panicking at this point, don't worry, it's not really forever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanks to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-3180047746510404477?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3180047746510404477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=3180047746510404477&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3180047746510404477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3180047746510404477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-5312627911096417917</id><published>2007-10-31T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:27:58.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deliberations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today, along with being the deadline for this monthly post, is Halloween. It also happens to be the night of a volleyball game at my school that I actually really want to go to. However, I have plans with Chrys and her friend Vanessa to carve our pumpkins tonight. As some may remember from my posts last year (wow, that is really weird to say), this whole pumpkin carving thing was a blast. Smelly and somewhat irritating at times, but it was so fun! I'm thinking, though, that I'd rather go to the game with my friends. That could still change, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway, now that I've bored you with my insignificant worries, let's see what there is to catch up for this month. I've decided that this year I want to go on a missions trip. I've never done anything of the sort, and I really think it'll be a good experience for me. Orientation is on Tuesday for everybody who applied, and I'll find out where I'm going then. I'm so nervous, though. What if I do everything wrong? It's scary. And it's not even entirely real to me that it's happening. There are apparently going to be a lot of team meetings and stuff before then, so we'll have time to get acquainted and go over what we'll be doing, I guess. Maybe then it will feel more real to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Do you see now why my posts have dwindled so drastically? This is pretty much all I can find to say about this month. This is pathetic. Um....oh! I finished the work shirt I was making in sewing for my mom. Yay. I'm very happy about that. Although that means I have to move on to the next project, which is a recycling thing. We have to find one or more old articles of clothing that we don't wear anymore and make something totally new out of them. I've decided that I want to take a bunch of shirts, rip them apart, and make a skirt out of the cloth. What do you think? Any other suggestions out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, we're doing First Aid training in P.E. now. I'm so happy. I love it. I'm not looking forward to what our next section is going to be, though. Basketball officiating. Joy. A sport that I hate with a passion, and I'll probably have to sit there controlling the scoreboard or something. Super. I'd rather walk on hot coals. But, what can I do? I need at least five service hours for P.E. each term, or I'll fail that term. That would not be so fun. Volleyball officiating was fun, I like volleyball, but basketball? Sorry to any basketball fans out there. It might be a fun game to play if you actually have that ability, but I would rather not submit myself to watching it if it can be avoided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There, that's better. A little more length to it now. Have a happy Halloween everybody! Be safe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-5312627911096417917?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5312627911096417917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=5312627911096417917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5312627911096417917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5312627911096417917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/10/deliberations.html' title='Deliberations'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-5310147599350588085</id><published>2007-09-24T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:17:30.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My, how the months fly....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It seems just yesterday Vanessa was reminding me every day that August was almost over, now September has slipped by as well. What a crazy month it's been! Well, I shall do my best to bring up to speed on what's going on with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;First off, I shall finish telling you about that day camp thing I started talking about last month. As I said, it was held by Northview, for teenage girls. It was amazing. The best experience of my summer. Every morning we watched a segment of the video  series by Lisa Bevere, author of &lt;em&gt;Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry.&lt;/em&gt;  She's an amazing speaker. I liked the videos better than the book, just because everything in there is information, things we need to know. It was kind of overwhelming, but not so much on video. it was very good. Then we had our first snack, which was smoothies. Everything we ate there was healthy and yummy. It was amazing. While we drank the smoothies, we had discussion about the video and then journaling time, if we wanted to write anything. Um....then we would do something else....oh. Worship. Strange that I forgot that. It's always my favourite part of anthing like this. I think there was usually a speaker during that time, and every one was powerful. Everyone who went up and spoke to us was blunt and didn't sugar-coat the truth. It was exactly what we needed to hear. Then we'd have another discussion in our small groups and then it would be lunch time. Then we had a game of some sort (always crazy) and then we had possibly another speaker and then our workout session. That was fun. Then we'd pretty much have free time where we hang out, journal, or write encouragement cards until our parents came. It was amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Let's see...last I wrote about my job situation I was working at McDonalds. Yeah, I quit. I'm unemployed, and loving it. I really don't want to have to worry about a job on top of school and everything. Oh, school. Yes, that's started, obviously. It's been a couple weeks now. This semester I have Sewing, PE, Biology and Socials. It's not a bad semester, I guess. Bio's hard, though. Right now we have to invent a weed. It doesn't have to be realistic, but we have to do research and stuff for it, and drawings and stuff and it's just complicated and impossible. He showed us some examples of past projects, and they're amazing. I could never do something like that. It's very scary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have my driver's test scheduled, as well as my last three lessons with Young Drivers. It's unreal. In three months I could be driving ON MY OWN! I'm so excited. Oh, my instructor did take me on the freeway two lessons ago. I believe I was worrying about that two posts ago. It wasn't bad. Well, not as bad as I thought it would be. It was kind of scary at first, but after I got on there it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This past Friday I went with a couple friends to the BUG Tour, which came to my church. BUG stands for Beautiful Unique Girl. It's amazing. This year was even better than the last time they were here. It was amazing. I love these things. They never get old, are never redundant. They're always effective  and touching. And so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Not much has really happened over the last month. Unless I'm totally missing something. I don't think so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well then, if I think of something else I'll post it. Sometime. Can't promise it'll be soon. Tata for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-5310147599350588085?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5310147599350588085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=5310147599350588085&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5310147599350588085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5310147599350588085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-how-months-fly.html' title='My, how the months fly....'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-1038004521322231599</id><published>2007-08-28T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:15:59.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August Post</title><content type='html'>Since my updates seem to have dwindled down to monthly occasions, that seemed an appropriate title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what's new with me? Well, I have a job. Yay me! I am now an employee of McDonalds. It's a very good job. So much fun. I love it. Yeah, there's not really much I can say on that subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm....I haven't been driving much lately. Oh! I just remembered I have a lesson soon. Mustn't forget about that. That would be very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I attended a day camp thing for teenage girls at Northview. My friend Stephanie invited me. It was amazing. They had speakers every day, and they all had amazing stories to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-1038004521322231599?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1038004521322231599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=1038004521322231599&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1038004521322231599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1038004521322231599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-post.html' title='August Post'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-5037521542014894665</id><published>2007-07-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:52:57.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's still July,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;which means this post is okay. I haven't missed a month again. Actually the only reason I'm posting now is because I promised Lisa I would today. So, here we go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am in the process of attempting to get a job somewhere. I've applied to a few places, but no one's gotten back to me yet. I want to go out again soon and hand in resumes to some more places. I want a job. Summer is so boring. I wake up, and have nothing to do. Well, I can read or play piano or sew or something. And I could work with Diego. But reading too much at once makes me restless, I only know five songs on the piano, and I haven't found any new ones I'd like to know and for a while I wasn't able to sew because I didn't have the right zipper to continue and I didn't know how to thread a bobbin on my mom's machine. It was weird. There's some knobby thingamahoozawhatsit that I had to pull out to make it work. Who knew? And working with Diego doesn't take too long, several minutes at the most so he doesn't get over-tired. I just want to have something purposeful to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I saw Transformers yesterday with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tashaunruh.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Chrys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;. I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting it to be, but it turned out to be a pretty fun film. Long, but fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I had a weird dream some night. I don't remember which night it was, so don't ask. I just remembered it when I was reading what I had posted before. I mentioned something about how Kyra is growing so fast. Well, in my dream, she had all her teeth and had lost one already! And even then, right after the tooth fell out, the one underneath it was halfway in. It was weird. And scary. Not quite sure what it means. I'm actually surprised that I remembered it. Usually I don't remember my dreams. Until much, much later, or if it occurs again. That happens to me. I have dreams that I remember having when I was younger, but they've changed somehow, with different people or people added or people who were there before but didn't have faces or something. I don't know. It's odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I love Chrystal right now. Well, not that I hate her the rest of the time, but right now I'm uberly loving her. Yes, I just said uberly. Deal. Anyhoo, the reason I like her so darn much right now is because she has very kindly downloaded some games onto my computer that we used to have way back when. A really long time ago. I actually didn't play them much, if at all, since I was so y0ung and my (wonderful) selfish older siblings hogged them all the time. Anyway, the games are Pharaoh's Tomb, Commander Keen, and Crystal Caves. Awesome games. It's taken some time to get used to them, since I don't think I've really played them before, but they're so much fun! I love it. I still pretty much suck at Crystal Caves and Commander Keen, but I'll improve. Hopefully. That would be sad if I didn't, because these are games my siblings played when they were quite a bit younger than I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;So.....I think that's it right now. Fantabulous, hey? Yeah, I'm boring. Now maybe you understand why I don't update as often anymore. But, again, I will try. So, on that note, oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I don't believe I've mentioned my driving lessons at all. Well, as some may know, I attained my learner's license in March, and soon afterward completed in-class sessions of the Young Drivers course. I am now doing in-car lessons with an instructor about once a month. I think I've had three so far. I really don't like them. They're so stressful and just so....I don't even know. But it's scary. I think next time he's going to make me drive on the freeway. I've never driven on the freeway before. It's scary. And fast. And scary. And I don't like his new car. The old one had a really touchy gas pedal, which was similar to the van's so it was familiar and I was used to working with it. In the new car it takes quite a bit to get my speed up, and it's harder to notice when I do speed up gradually and go above the limit.... but it only happened once. That he noticed. It's not fun being a learner. People are so rude (Jared, Chrys)! Although I understand why some people have almost no patience with us, at the same time you never know how long a person with their L has been driving. With an N you know it's been at least a year, so obviously they know how to drive. But with an learner, they could have been driving for a day or a year. You never know, really. I don't really know where I'm going with this. I don't think I am, really. So I'll just stop. Now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-5037521542014894665?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5037521542014894665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=5037521542014894665&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5037521542014894665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/5037521542014894665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-still-july.html' title='It&apos;s still July,'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-998411412844429398</id><published>2007-06-05T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:35:59.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, this really is simply a post in response to a comment. Deal with it. At least I'm doing something, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So, in response to Lisa's comment that people will be utterly confused because I've never before mentioned that she's pregnant (yay!): Anyone who reads my blog usually reads Chrystal's blog, or Yvonne's blog, both of whom post much more often than I do, and have posted this exciting news. So really, I can't think of anyone who would read my blog who wouldn't already know. Therefore, no confusion. Hopefully. And anyway, technically by mentioning something about Lisa's baby coming sometime or whatever is subtly making people aware of the fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's all for today. Sorry if anyone's disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-998411412844429398?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/998411412844429398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=998411412844429398&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/998411412844429398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/998411412844429398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/lisa.html' title='Lisa:'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-2430774982597224594</id><published>2007-06-04T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T16:12:20.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy and the Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sad: I was looking at the comments on my blog, and as I glanced oer to the archives section I noted that I had at least one post in every month....except two. It made me feel not so happy. That's just not right. Every month should at least be listed up there. But no, it skips right from February to May. It's like March and April never even happened. I shall have to make up for it. Something that happened in March. Well, just a little thing called my sixteenth birthday. No biggie. Oh, Tash came back from Australia. Happiness. Oh, but that's not the happiness I mentioned in the title. Although it was very happy. Best birthday present I ever got. Anyhoo. Um, April....showers? We had some pretty nice May flowers, so that was good. Um...in April...I'm sure stuff happened. Y'know, school, partying, boozing it up, all that fun stuff. Hehe. Right. Anyhoo, I know this doesn't quite make up for missing those two months completely, but at least I made the effort, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy: Today is my wonderful, darling, beautiful eldest sister's twenty-fourth birthday! Yay Fonzi!! It's very fun. We're having a special birthday dinner tonight just for her. Usually we have one dinner for both her and Jared's b-days since they're only four days apart, but this year it's super-duper special. It's kind of weird. Two years ago it was just Yvonne and Eric and us, last year she was pregnant, and now we have Kyra. Things change so much so quickly. It's hard to imagine what things will be like after Jared and Lisa's baby arrives. Poor Kyra won't be so spoiled anymore, for one thing. Hehe. Poor girl. I'm sure she won't mind. Hehe. Yvonne and Eric have done such a good job with her. She's an amazing baby. She has a bit of a cold right now, so that's a bummer, but it'll pass. Yvonne, you're a wonderful mom and the most amazing eldest sister a girl could hope for. You are everything that is awesome, and I love you so much. Enjoy this day and know that you are greatly appreciated. Happy Birthday Fonzi! I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-2430774982597224594?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2430774982597224594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=2430774982597224594&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2430774982597224594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2430774982597224594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-and-sad.html' title='The Happy and the Sad'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-3679685343136531412</id><published>2007-06-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T12:01:53.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Yes, it has actually happened. I am really posting only twelve days after my last update. It feels kind of nice to be back in the world of blogging. Wow, this is a really ugly colour. I guess that's what I get for choosing at random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhoo, updating now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's a strange fact for you: a couple days ago I thought it was September. No, I'm absolutely serious. Something just felt like September. My mom mentioned something about December and I thought, "Hey, that's only a couple months away." Haha, not really. Half a year away is more like it. It's so weird though. Last semester I couldn't wait for it to end so there would be only half a year of school left, and now there're only TWELVE DAYS left. That's right. Twelve days of classes, twelve days of hanging out with friends daily, twelve days of slacking off while whispering with the friend next to me (which, of course, I never do....). It is unbelievable. It doesn't feel like the year should be ending yet. I don't want to leave English, it's such a fun class and I've learned so much. I love sewing, the accomplishment of wearing something out and knowing I made it. That's right, I've got skills. I don't want to leave this PE class because the girls in it are such amazing people. And now I'm finally liking German again and I have to leave it in two and a half weeks. I'm not ready. WHY DOES THE WORLD HAVE TO CHANGE?! (sigh) It's one part of life I've always dreaded. The changes, the moving on and becoming something new. I go into everything unfamiliar digging my heels into the ground and it takes me quite some time to get comfortable again. Oh well. I'll survive somehow. I always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kyra is so annoying! Every time I see her she's grown more and is becoming more independant. She can pretty much sit on her own now, she's attempting to hold her own bottle sometimes, and she's rooling all over the place! My little baby girl is growing up. It's sad in a way, but still exciting. I want to see what my niece will be like when she's older. I'm guessing she'll be a lot like Yvonne. That's the way it looks right now. She's so beautiful, too! I love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm sure Chrys has mentioned on her blog that we've started taking Diego to training lessons. It has been working out really well. He catches on to things we teach him really quickly, and we're starting to see that adorable puppy again behind that monster exterior. It's still going to take a lot of work to get him at the level we want, but I'm very impressed with the results so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I think that's everything exciting going on with me right now, so sayonara folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Oh yeah, in response to Chrystal's last comment on my last post, I did start this blog then, but then you insisted that we go work with Diego right at that moment so I had to save it and finish it today. So really, it's you're fault this is a day later than I thought it would be. And I didn't change the number of days at the top of this post because technically I was blogging yesterday. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;stop nagging me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-3679685343136531412?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3679685343136531412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=3679685343136531412&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3679685343136531412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/3679685343136531412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/06/victory.html' title='Victory!!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-7611021164289987039</id><published>2007-05-21T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T13:50:40.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whew! Now that we've got that over with, let's see if I can catch you up on &lt;em&gt;recent&lt;/em&gt; events, shall we? Let's see here...um...well...yeah. I'm drawing a bit of a blank here right now. Oh! Last month....oops....I went with my sisters and mom to Beauty and the Beast at my school.  They did an amazing job. I was very impressed. On May 4 I went to Songs, Strings and Steps with my parents and Tash and my omi. It was amazing. They had all sorts of music and presentations. There were people with jump-ropes (don't laugh, it's amazing if you see it), fencing during the soundtrack to Pirates of the Carribean, dancing, and amazing music. It was very fun. The theme for the evening was Music in Motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Last week at school were Student Council elections for the 07/08 year. I love campaign week. People are constantly coming up to you and giving you fun stuff and candy and it's so much fun! I'm happy with the people who were elected. They were mostly the people I voted for, except for one person, but I really didn't care about Sports Rep. anyway, so that's not a big deal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;School is out in just over a month! It's craziness! It feels like last week I was relieved to have the first semester over, and now the second one's almost gone. It's kind of sad. I really like my classes this semester. English, German, and P.E. All relatively easy courses. I'm definitely not looking forward to next year. My mom made me sign up for Math 12! I barely made it through Math 11 okay. Next year is going to be insane. I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. She says it'll be a good thing for me to have, but I'm not seeing how Math has anything to do with psychology or linguistics. Those are the things I'm considering studying after I graduate, in case you were wondering. Yep, it took sixteen years, but I now have some view of what I want to be when I grow up. Something realistic, anyway. Not just "mermaid" or "queen of England." I wonder if I'll actually end up doing either of those things.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyhoo, that's pretty much what's going on with me right now. I'll &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to update again before another two months pass - sorry Chrys and Fonz. And anybody else who may have been waiting endlessly for a new update on my fascinating life story. Sayonara, folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-7611021164289987039?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7611021164289987039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=7611021164289987039&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/7611021164289987039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/7611021164289987039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-1051536505218176570</id><published>2007-02-27T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:21:58.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, I honestly didn't realize how much time had gone by since my last post. Let's see. What's happened?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just after my last update I had my exam week, which actually only contained two exams. I think I did pretty good. I'm disappointed with my math mark, but the results haven't come back from my science exam yet, so we'll see. I am very pleased with my Spanish mark, which was a final grade of 99%. Apparently I wrote a perfect essay on the final exam. That was a pleasant surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In the new semester I now have English, German, Sewing and P.E. It's a pretty good semester, I think. English has always been a class that I enjoy, and the work isn't too incredibly difficult. German is pretty much impossible to fail, unless you try really, really hard. Again, not really a difficult subject. Sewing is fun, but it took me a while to get the hang of it again. The last time I took sewing was in grade 8, so I had forgotten everything I'd learned. I couldn't even thread the machine. But it's all good now, and I'm currently sewing my sweater for my first assignment. Today was pretty much a wasted class, though, since I finished off the first step and then completely screwed up the second one. I was supposed to sew the hood pieces together, but I did it backwards. I spent the rest of class taking out the stitches. Not so fun. P.E. has actually been enjoyable for me this year and last. I had always hated it, but now I'm finally beginning to enjoy it. I'm even taking it again next year, even though it's not a required course anymore. Although that's partially because I have to complete 80 hours of physical activity for my graduation portfolio, and this will take care of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My sixteenth birthday is in nineteen days! That's crazy. I can't believe how fast it's coming. I really need to start studying for my learner's test. And, even more exciting than my birthday....Tasha's coming home in twenty days!!! I'm so excited! I can't wait. I want to see her again and hug her and never let her leave again, although I think she's already talking about another trip somewhere. She's anxious to be home, though. She has been doing so much in these past months. I'm so proud of her. She's my hero. Or one of them, at least. I think I have quite a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Course selection for next year is due this Friday. After talking to my mom and one of my friends for quite some time, I have finally filled it out. It is ready to be handed in. I think the biggest issue I had to make a decision on was whether or not to take Math 12. For a while I didn't want to, but I think it'll be good. My mom really really wants me to take it, so I guess I will. I'm terrified that I'll do really bad, but I'll have to see what happens next year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wow, is that all that's going on now? Hm. Well, I'll talk to you later, then. Sorry about the long gap. I haven't had anything interesting to say before. Ta-ta for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-1051536505218176570?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1051536505218176570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=1051536505218176570&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1051536505218176570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/1051536505218176570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-8964605659554697385</id><published>2007-01-28T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:38:23.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for cousins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This past weekend Karisa and Katies came from Saskatchewan for a visit and, as usual, it was a blast. Of course we watched movies, we can't not do that. We watched 10 Things I Hate About You, She's the Man, and we saw Dreamgirls at the theater with Chryssie. Saturday night.....which I guess was yesterday, was when we watched She's the Man, and we stocked up on junk food; chocolate, chips, timbits, it was awesome. At some point near the end of the movie we all realized that we felt a little sick. We should have known better, everyone has overloaded on candy at least once in their life, but it was fun anyway. We laughed at ourselves. We laughed a lot this weekend. That's not surprising. That is something that takes up a good chunk of our time together, just laughing at ourselves or anything we may find remotely entertaining at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Along with the movies and laughter we also played a bunch of games. Dutch Blitz, Scum, and Mad Gab were our selections for the weekend. Mad Gab proved to be extremely entertaining for Ris and me. Some of the word combinations they have in there....It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Unfortunately, they were only here from Wednesday evening to very very early this morning, so we didn't have a lot of time together. Especially during Thursday and Friday as this was the last week of classes before exams and I couldn't miss school. That sucked. But we made up for that lost time, don't you worry. I really wish we could see each other more often, but I 'm glad for the time we do have together. It's that much more special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One good thing about having exams this week: no school Monday, Thursday or Friday. Yay. Tuesday I have my Math exam at 1:00 in the afternoon, and my Science exam is Wednesday at 9:00 am. Prayers would be appreciated, because I'm really nervous. It's only two exams, but Math 11 is hard and I've always sucked in Science.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I wish I was sorry for my lack of updating recently, but really, I don't really care. It's my life, I'll blog it as I see fit. I highly doubt any of you would want to hear all about my completely eventless weeks, anyway. You'd fall asleep on the keyboard, trust me. So, until the next time hopefully in the near future when I have something interesting to post again, goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-8964605659554697385?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8964605659554697385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=8964605659554697385&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8964605659554697385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8964605659554697385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/yay-for-cousins.html' title='Yay for cousins'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-2917339420254694281</id><published>2007-01-17T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:43:00.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there</title><content type='html'>Hey there, folks! How's life been for you? Me? Well, I can't complain. Over the last little while my friends and I have spent quite a bit of time hanging out at Lindsay's house which is always a blast. They're an awesome group of girls. I love 'em all. School is just about as good as school can get, I suppose. We had to watch Destinos again in Spanish. I'm sure it would all be very interesting if we could actually understand what was going on at every moment. We get the general idea of what's going on, but the little details as to what makes each episode important is lost on us. It is fun, though, to hear some of the guys in my class start making up what's happening. The come up with some pretty wild ideas sometimes. My Spanish teacher, Mrs. Sowerby, has been sick a lot these past two weeks. We've had a substitute almost half the time. Prayer for her would be very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another baby shower for Yvonne and Kyra on Sunday. Yvonne's friends put it together. It was fun. Kyra got some adorable outfits. Lots of pink, but since it's for a baby it's acceptable. Kyra spit up on me when I was holding her. I can forgive her, though. She spat up on Chryssie three times, I believe. I don't know why she didn't use the spit rag. Could have saved her shirt. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home alone at the moment, just doing absolutely nothing. I'll go do my homework soon. It's not much. Just a few questions for science. We're studying cells now. It's enthralling, really. I now know one thing for sure: I am not taking biology next year. I've almost fallen asleep in class a few times now. I never would, though. That wouldn't be very good. Although the guy that sits next to me has no such qualms. I think he missed all the notes yesterday because he was asleep. What an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry I don't have anything really interesting to report. Basically the past two weeks have been school and bordom. Thrilling. Wait, that sounds like complaining. I said before that I didn't have anything to complain about. Oops. It's not all that terrible, really. I've been able to read lots more, which I love doing. I'm re-reading the Chronicles of Prydain series by Lloyd Alexander. I read them in grade six, I believe. I like 'em. I'm now going to go finish off those few science questions. Woot woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-2917339420254694281?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2917339420254694281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=2917339420254694281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2917339420254694281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2917339420254694281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-there.html' title='Hello there'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-7266594313183471648</id><published>2007-01-06T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:38:16.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday Steph and I went to Lindsay's house to hang out, along with a lot of Jacqui's (Lindsay's sister) friends. Unfortunately Hailey and Gabe couldn't come, but it was still a blast. We made rice krispie shapes with Christmas krispies and Christmas shapes. It was fun. Lindsay is scary to cook with. Never attempt it. Not that most people who read this blog would, but I thought you'd appreciate the warning nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After we finished those, we sewed! I have never hand-sewn before, so it was quite interesting. Again, we made Christmas stuff. I know it's a little late, but I prefer to think of it as eleven months early. What each of us made were Christmas tree decorations. They were snowmen looking up at falling snowflakes, and it's stuffed. I don't know how to explain it. They look really pretty. Well, actually mine looks like crap next to Lindsay's and Steph's but I'm proud of myself. One of the beads have fallen off already. I wonder if that's my fault?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;While we were working on those and the younger girls (by one year, but whatever) finished their ball ornaments, we all sat and watched Pirates of the Carribean. Great movie.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When that was finished, it was our turn to make the ball ornaments while the other girls did the sewing craft. We just took clear ball ornaments, took out the top part that hangs it, and put two or three different colours of paint in them. Once in there we turned the balls in all different directions and once the entire inside was covered we turned them upside-down in an egg carton so all the paint that wasn't on the sides would run out. The result was really pretty. I think we each made four. They apparently take quite a while to dry, so mine are sitting on the kitchen windowsill drying out. They're pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, it was a very fun day for us. We were there for most of the day, from 10a.m. until 5 p.m. Very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Oh yeah, I have super exciting news!! For me, anyway. Karisa is coming soon!!! Yay!!!! I think she arrives on the 24th, but I'm not sure how long she's staying. I'm not sure if Katie is coming too. I've only heard about Ris. But I'm so excited! I haven't seen her for so long! Well, since October, but it feels like forever. I'm so happy! Hooray for me. But I will not go shopping with her. She cannot make me. I won't I won't I won't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And if anyone hasn't figured it out yet, there are pictures of Kyra on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifeasagronau.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'s And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chrystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'s blogs. Very cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bye people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-7266594313183471648?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7266594313183471648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=7266594313183471648&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/7266594313183471648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/7266594313183471648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-party.html' title='What a party'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-2504000799003335016</id><published>2006-12-31T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T20:49:31.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know, I know. It's been a while. It's been pointed out to me several times by several different sources. I can't promise anything substantial to make up for my lack of blogging recently, but here's a brief (hopefully) update of what's been going on these past couple of weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;First was the MEI Christmas banquet. It was absolutely amazing. Unfortunately I have no pictures to show you. But you can take my word for it - it was an amazing night. The hosts were awesome and hilarious and the entertainment they had was great. The entire evening was amazing, especially when I went with the girls I hang out with to Lindsay's house, where we partied and stayed up all night. :P Just kidding. We had a blast, and we watched Phantom. I fell asleep somewhere in there, and at some point in the night after the movie had ended Lindsay woke up Hailey and me so we could move to our sleeping bags somewhere on the floor. I was comfortable in my position against Gabrielle's lap, but I think she was glad to have me move. Sorry about that, Gabe. In the morning Lindsay's mom attempted to wake us up, but Hailey and Lindsay, as we learned, are very slow to respond in the mornings. We had trouble getting Lindsay up until I jumped on her and shoved her off of the couch she was sleeping on. That was fun. The best thing is she was too sleepy still to really do anything to me. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wow. Looking back now, the banquet seems like it was a really long time ago. Anyhoo, I think that's it for that time. Next was........geez, I don't remember. Did anything else exciting happen before Christmas? I don't think so. Hm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm all better now. I'm not sick anymore, and I'm very happy about that. Being sick is not so fun. It's rather dismal, actually. I'm glad to be rid of the evil cold type thing. Bronchitis. That's what it was. Well, it doesn't matter now. It's over. Hooray for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We celebrated Christmas as a family on Boxing Day which was a blast as usual. We had a brunch of waffles and then played Settlers of Catan for quite a while before opening presents. What an awesome game. It's so addictive. The day was fun, as just about all times where our family comes together are. Have I mentioned lately that I have an awesome family? No? Allow me to rectify that. I have the most awesomest family on the face of the Earth. Yep. True story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;After that day, I don't think much else happened. I've been on Christmas break from school for the last week and I have another week to go still before I have to return. Good stuff. Last night Chryssie and I went to our cousin's house where Jared and Lisa are house/dog/cat-sitting and played Settlers for a very long time, with a hot tub break somewhere in there. We played until very late....well, I guess it should be very, very early. Oops. Like I said, it's addictive. And, happiness of happiness, I won my very first game! I was so excited. I'm very proud of myself. And again today I won two games in a row against Lisa and Chrystal. I'm so happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And I think that's it. That's my past two weeks in a nutshell. Although for some reason I feel like I'm missing something.....hm. What could that be? Oh yes. There is one more somewhat thrilling event that some people might be excited about. What is it? Well, I'm pretty sure that by now everyone on Earth knows. But whatever. Let's say it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Sunday December 24, 2006, my sister Yvonne gave birth to her daughter!!! A baby girl named Kyra Makenzie Gronau. She's so precious. I love her so much. She's so tiny with little wrinkly fingers and feet and she's just so adorable! I'm ecstatic!!! It's so weird, though. Suddenly there's this whole new person in our family. Today Yvonne brought her over again and we watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding while Kyra ate for a bit. When Chryssie had to leave (ha!) and give her up, I got to hold her again. It's amazing how much joy I get just from holding her against me, watching her sleep and make her crazy faces. She's such a blessing. And she herself was blessed with some pretty darn awesome parents. If I didn't have such good ones myself I'd be jealous of her. Yvonne and Eric are awesome with her, and Kyra is going to grow to be such an amazing girl under their influence. But for now it's nice just to have her a little baby girl whom everyone can argue over whose turn it is to cuddle her. At one week old she's already growing. People always say that babies grow so fast, but I've never really seen it happen. It's unbelievable. She's still tiny, of course, but I can tell she's grown a bit. She's amazing. I think I've said that. I'm just so happy. A baby! What a Christmas present that was! Congratulations to Eric and Yvonne. May God watch over you and bless your little family. I love you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-2504000799003335016?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2504000799003335016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=2504000799003335016&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2504000799003335016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/2504000799003335016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-sorry.html' title='So sorry'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-8861809084720808985</id><published>2006-12-14T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:18:32.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I swear it was Thursday just yesterday.... And yet here we are, at Thursday again. It's amazing to me how slowly the week seems to go by, but then when I look back I think, "Where has the time gone?". It's strange. Anyhoo, I'll try really hard to make this short. Although I'm sure we all know how successfull that plan will be.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Last Thursday, the day that feels like it was yesterday, was the B.C. Loewen girls fondue. It was very fun. Almost all of us were able to attend, and we each brought different items for dipping. There was eating, talking, laughing, and all that fun stuff. It was great. Have I mentioned lately that I have the most awesomest family ever? No? Allow me to rectify that. I have the most awesomest family ever. They're the best. Loewen girls rock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um....hm. I think that's all that's happened this past week. That's boring. Maybe I should go burn the school down so I have an interesting story to tell. For some reason my friends don't agree with my plan. I don't see why. Flames are so beautiful. Can you imagine how magnificent an entire school of flames would be? I think it would be wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Um, maybe I lied.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That's not all that happened. I got sick. I know, it's not a monumental accomplishment or anything like that. Actually, I wish I had never accomplished this feat in the first place. It's terrible. For the past two days I've my voice has been disappearing and coming back randomly. It's rather annoying. My throat is so clogged that most of the time I have to make a concious effort to breathe. What a blast. It has been at its worst for my Spanish classes yesterday and today. I couldn't talk at all, so whenever we had to call out our marks to the teacher (which happens often), the guy that sits next to me had to say everything for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; me. I felt bad, but he doesn't seem to mind. It just bugs me that I can't speak. It's getting better now, for today, because I've been drinking the disgusting mixture of hot water, lemon juice, and honey. It's actually not as nasty today as it was yesterday. I think it could become somewhat pleasant if I forced myself to drink it everyday. Which I'll probably need to because I need my voice for Saturday. Lindsay and I are videotaping mock interviews for Planning. Sort of difficult to answer questions on camera without a voice. Somehow I don't think that would get me full marks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jeez, I go on forever about stuff. I think if I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; to read my blog I would get bored. What do you think? To be honest, I've never read over my blog after writing it. I have had comments saying that my blog is fun to read. Maybe I'm wrong. I hope so. Being boring wouldn't be very interesting. Hence the term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;MEI Christmas banquet is tomorrow. I'm excited. They're always so fun. Well, the one I've been to was fun. But according to Chrys they're always fun. My friends and I are all going to Lindsay's house after the banquet for a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;sleepover. We're gonna watch The Phantom of the Opera, which is the theme of the party. We thought it was fitting. It'll be fun. Any time spent with those four girls is a blast. I love 'em to death. I have the most awesomest friends, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I did warn you at the beginning that this would probably be long again. The sad thing is, I think this is one of the shorter posts I've written. Maybe not. I don't really know. Maybe I should stop judging myself so harshly. I haven't had any complaints about the length or mezmerizingness of my blog. Only good comments. That makes me happy. Okay, then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I'm sure I'll have stuff to talk about after my seemingly busy weekend (things always seem like they're going to be really hectic to me but they usually turn out not so much hectic), so don't expect anything before then. And, I'm not going to make any promises, but I'll see if maybe I'll be able to post pictures of the banquet and stuff. We'll see. I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;doubting it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So, until later, buh-bye.&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/30621879-8861809084720808985?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8861809084720808985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=8861809084720808985&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8861809084720808985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/8861809084720808985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116553684952746697</id><published>2006-12-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T08:12:52.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, Oops......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, so it turns out we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory in Langley instead. It's not my fault, though! I didn't know they had put one there, and no one told me otherwise. I figured it out, though, when we arrived and it was a completely different place. I know, I'm so observant. I should become a detective. Anyway.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dinner was good. We talked and ate and all that good stuff. The highlight of the entire evening, however, was the hunormous (it's a word, don't mock me) dome shaped stained glass thing that our table happened to be situated under. Normally this wouldn't cause much commotion, we all commented on it's size and beauty and then attempted to ignore it. Unfortunately, this dome was so large it covered three tables. Along with this it carried the voices of three people at another table to the spot where I was sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I'm not kidding. I could hear the older lady (who had a really annoying voice, by the way) and who I'm assuming is her husband, Bruce. It was Bruce's birthday, too. Every time either of them spoke I could hear every word. It was like they were talking right behind my shoulder, but as though they were talking into a microphone.  At first it was just plain weird, because no one else could hear them. You can imagine how I looked sitting their complaining about the voices in my head that no one else could hear. I got laughed at a lot, although, as usual, I ended up laughing with everyone. Then, after a while, Yvonne could hear them too. It was hilarious. Whenever they said something Yvonne and I would repeat what they said to Lisa and Chrystal (the others were on the other end of the table and weren't really paying attention to us) and they got so confused. Then they realized why we said those things and we all burst out laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lisa and Chrystal couldn't hear them, but for about a minute I switched places with Chrys and she finally realized what we were talking about. Bruce laughed a lot, which made Yvonne and me laugh. Then, near the end of dinner he laughed really loud and long, and Chrys and Lisa could even hear him through the dome. We all burst out laughing for the zillionth time that evening and we couldn't stop. We had just eaten, and laughing on a full stomach hurts a lot more than usual. Avoid it if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mom, Dad, Eric, and Jared all looked at us like we were crazy (which, I'll admit, we usually are) and then Eric started mock-laughing with us, which got us all started up again. It was a very interesting evening. It was disappointing to have Bruce and his family leave. They were a source of great entertainment for my sisters and me. We mocked them a lot. At first we were afraid that maybe they could hear us, too, but we tried talking directly to them and got no reply. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When we got home Mom opened up her presents. Eric, Yvonne, Chrys, Tash and I got her a light up snowman that raises his hat. It's an outdoor decoration thing. Very cute. Jared and Lisa got her a picture frame that says "grandkids". It's very pretty. After the opening/assembling of presents, we had cake. That didn't last very long as it was getting late and everyone was tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was a very fun day. I love our family dinners. They're always so much fun. My family is awesome. There is usually much laughter involved when we get together and although lots of it is directed at me, I enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jeepers. Every time I go to write a new post I know what I'm going to talk about, and I never think it's going to take very long to say it. Yet every time I look over my updates they're always so long! I guess I'm just making up for my lack of vigilant posting. Of course, it might also be a habit from English class. When I have to write an essay on something and I don't have enough to write about so I expand on a lot of things...... Well, whatever it is, it's just making this thing even longer. I shall allow you to stop reading now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116553684952746697?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116553684952746697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116553684952746697&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116553684952746697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116553684952746697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/haha-oops.html' title='Haha, Oops......'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116545066933614432</id><published>2006-12-06T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T03:15:20.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pretty and the Not So Pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On Monday while walking to the library for my spare (yes, I actually go to the library to do my work. Sue me.) it was impossible not to notice the HUMONGOUS Christmas tree in the grade 12 lounge. I'm not over exaggerating this time. It's huge! It's too big for the room, so it's sticking up into the skylight area in the ceiling. It makes the entire room and part of the hallway smell soooo pretty. It's decorated and stuff, too. I love it! The entire school is decorated, it seems. The best part is the Student Services lounge. It's completely decked out in decorations! There're red bows, lattice lights everywhere, and it's absolutely beautiful. I love it. I've said that a lot already. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The not-so-pretty part occured today, when I arrived at school to find that the grade 10/11 lounge smelled disgusting. No one's sure what it is. It's not formaldehyde from any dissections, and it's not chicken manure, as some people believe. It faded quite a bit by the end of the day, but it was nasty. And I had to walk through there for half my classes! Yes, that's only two, but half sounds much more dramatic, don't you agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today is my mom's birthday. We're going to the Old Spaghetti Factory in Vancouver for her birthday supper. I'm not too fond of the Spaghetti Factory, but Yvonne said that they have chicken strips. I can deal with that. I'm not much of a pasta person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyhoo, I know you're all devastated that this isn't the 10 page update I usually post, but it's the best I can do for now. Until later, hasta luego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116545066933614432?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116545066933614432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116545066933614432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116545066933614432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116545066933614432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/pretty-and-not-so-pretty.html' title='The Pretty and the Not So Pretty'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116518397220409191</id><published>2006-12-03T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:20:21.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Everywhere I look now I'm reminded that the Christmas season is upon us. There's snow on the ground, there are decorations in the streets, and the nativity scene is being put up on Clearbrook. For a while now, my mom has had Christmas decorations all around the house, and Christmas music has often been playing. Now, on top of all that, WE HAVE OUR CHRISTMAS TREE!!!! It's amazing! It's so pretty and green and pretty smelling and IT'S SO PRETTY!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We went to a place in.....Langley? today where they sell Christmas trees. $40 for any tree in the field. There were a lot of trees, too. After wandering around for quite some time, my mom and dad and I finally found one that we really liked (well, okay we found a lot that we liked, but we settled on this one) and cut it down. When we got back to the main barn thing where we had to pay for it, one of the guys that works there asked if we wanted him to shake it off for us, so there's no more snow on it. My dad said yes, and the guy put the tree on this weird machine thingy that shook the tree so all the snow fell off! It was very fun. I love Christmas trees. Real ones. My mom was considering just getting a fake one this year, but I'm so glad we didn't. Fake trees don't look as good, and they don't smell pretty, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Our tree is now sitting in the garage, for some reason unknown to me. Ask my dad. But we have a tree! I'm so happy! I loved running through the snowy fields searching for one. Okay, fine, I wasn't really searching, I was just running through the field. I like running through the snow, okay? Sue me. Although, that was only when my dad &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; making me drag the wagon through the snow, between trees, and over stumps. It was rather difficult. The snow made the process a lot harder than it should've been. But it was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And now, my mom is making cinnamon buns! That just about completes the Christmas package! All we need is for the tree to be set up in the living room and decorated, have preents under it, and have Tasha home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Christmas gives me the warm fuzzies. Warm fuzzies are good.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hey, my toes have thawed! Yay for that!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Man, Jesus sure knows how to throw a birthday party.&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/30621879-116518397220409191?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116518397220409191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116518397220409191&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116518397220409191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116518397220409191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-beginning-to-feel-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116459063582244044</id><published>2006-11-26T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T09:20:40.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everybody knows. It's snowing outside. No need to repeat the same thing to the entire country when we already know what's going on. I will, however, take the time to tell you about the adventures I have had in the snow so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Last night, after it had snowed heavily for quite a while, Chrys and I bundled up and took off running outside. It was so much fun. Diego was attacking us the whole time, of course, so we each took turns holding him back while we made snow angels. It was a lot of fun. We just ran around in the snow, froze down to our toes, then came back inside and made hot chocolate and popcorn, the sat down for a movie. It was the perfect night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This morning Jared and Lisa stopped by. Jared woke me up just after 9:00 by jumping on me, then told me we were going sledding. I got up and dressed, then noticed that they were standing in the kitchen and were too afraid to get Chryssie up. I don't blame them. She's scary first thing in the morning. But I woke her, and after telling her our plans she got up and joined us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We then headed over to South Poplar and took our crazy carpets down the hill several times. Yvonne and Eric joined us after a while and although they didn't sled, it was fun to have them there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;After we had frozen ourselves once again, we went to IHOP for "breakfast". It was almost noon at that point, but none of us had eaten before heading out. The line up was long, but it was worth the wait. I got to have really yummy french toast with scrambled eggs and hot chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eric had a burger. Typical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jared and Lisa headed home after that, but Fonz and Eric stuck around for a bit. While Eric was doing stuff at the shop, Yvonne, Chrystal and I watched tapes of old Christmases. It was fun. Of course, we had to watch Jared's barbie clip. If you don't know what that is, you're missing out. Jared got a Ken barbie for Chrismas when he was....five? Anyway, he was very excited about it. Chrys put it in his wedding slideshow. It was a big hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After that was done and everybody had left, Chrys and I got all ready again and went to go try make snowmen. Unfortunately, it's not very good packing snow. Oh well. Somehow we will find a way to make a snowman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the meantime, we stayed out there and played with the puppies (actually, neither of them are really puppies anymore, at 7 months and 10? years old) until we froze again. I was wearing my sunglasses to keep the snow from flying into my eyes, but they kept fogging up. Whenever I threw a snowball for Jewel, I just threw in her general direction, without knowing how hard to throw it or where it went after I did. It was a blast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, again, I am sipping (okay, gulping) hot chocolate as I thaw out. I absolutely love the snow. Usually we just have the really cold weather, but without the snow. As long as we have the snow, it's worth the rough temperature. Then you actually have something to look forward to after taking the time to make sure we're warm. It's so much fun. I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I hope everyone else out there enjoys it as much as I do, and I really hope it'll be around for Christmas. Have fun out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116459063582244044?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116459063582244044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116459063582244044&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116459063582244044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116459063582244044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/fun-in-snow.html' title='Fun in the snow'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116423288139580177</id><published>2006-11-22T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T08:15:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday I was picked up from school by Fonzi. We went to her house and baked really yummy cookies. They were oatmeal chocolate chip spice cookies. It was interesting, because Yvonne had never baked (successfully) before. So her kitchen was basically a hazard zone for those few hours. But they turned out great, even though we had some difficulties telling when they were done. The bottoms were a little crispy. Not sure if we left them in too long, or if maybe we were supposed to spray the pan. It didn't say we had to. Oh well. Next time will be better. We also made this disgusting peanut butter chocolate square thing. I say disgusting because there's peanut butter in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm not sure how the squares turned out, because they had to be chilled for at least 24 hours, I believe. But we packaged up some of the cookies and brought them to my house for a small dessert (only one cookie per family member), and they were a hit. Everybody loved 'em. It was very encouraging. I think we should get together more often and bake stuff. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I also had an online Socials test yesterday. I'm not sure what I got on it yet, but I think I did well. I had a Spanish test yesterday, too, on which I got 101%. I was very excited to see that mark.I had some bonus points, but still, 101% is very good. Scrap that, it's amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So, that was pretty much my day yesterday. It was very fun, excluding the whole double-test thing. I love Tuesdays. They're always so much fun. Yay for family dinners!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116423288139580177?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116423288139580177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116423288139580177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116423288139580177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116423288139580177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/cookies.html' title='Cookies'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116407895929450549</id><published>2006-11-20T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T08:19:21.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Most awesomest week ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No, I wasn't abducted by aliens. Just thought I'd put your minds to rest. I know you were worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I already told you about the power outage at school. That was definitely a huge factor in making last week amazing. Especially since the day after the power first went out, school was cancelled due to lack of electricity. What a pleasant surprise. That previous weekend had been a four day weekend, with Monday and the previous Friday off. Then I get to go home early, and the next day there is no school! It was definitely fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, the topping on the cake: Friday night I went to the Sr. Boys' volleyball game. They were playing against Fraser Valley Christian for gold in the Fraser Valley. Normally I wouldn't be very excited about sports because, well, to put it plainly: I can't stand them. But this game..... I think I could start to enjoy watching volleyball. It was very fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The only reason I went to this thing was because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://youdoyourthing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;begged me to go. So I went, and we actually had fun. She had to explain a few things to me, like when I was busy talking to Hailey, another friend that went with us, and missed a play. Someone near us had pompoms. They let us borrow one. So, it turned out that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://aislinndreamland.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hailey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;, Lindsay, Jacqui(Lindsay's sister), and I took turns shaking the pompom. I love pompoms. They're so much fun. I'm going to see if I can get some for the next time I go to a game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anyhoo, about the game. It was the best three out of five. We won the first two games, then the other team won the next two. Finally, in the last game, we won. It's actually kind of funny, because we got the last point when one of the best players on the other team missed his serve. That kind of sucks for them, but very good for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And, something my friends practically &lt;em&gt;forced&lt;/em&gt; me to do.... I sort of  dumped my water on Mr. Opp. Again. I walkd up to him with the water in my hands, but I don't think he thought I was actually going to do it. I did. He keeps saying he'll get me back one day, but I don't believe him. Lindsay is plotting against both of us. She gets me to dump water on him, then tries to think up ways for him to get back at me. She'd better watch out, or I'm going to turn on her one of these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, that was my amazing week. Again, sorry about the lack of updating. I'm trying. I could try harder, I suppose. But I probably won't. You'll just have to deal with it. Until next time, au revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116407895929450549?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116407895929450549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116407895929450549&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116407895929450549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116407895929450549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/most-awesomest-week-ever.html' title='Most awesomest week ever'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116363201384839845</id><published>2006-11-15T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:52:23.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta love electricity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Who was this person who started a society totally and completely dependant on electricity? Pure genius. Maybe some people wouldn't agree, and at times they're right. But today I'm loving it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;During lunch time today the power went out at school. The effect was amazing. Immediately just about every student in the school was jumping and shouting for joy. Normally, the rule is that if the power goes out and doesn't come back on within half an hour the students are sent home. No such luck today. We were told to go to our afternoon classes and wait for further announcements. After about half an hour of this class, the announcements said that school would stay in session and we would finish the day off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;So why my joyful proclamations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Well, after my math class ended we had only one block left. For me, that was a spare. Initially I was supposed to wait at school until 3:30 and work on my online stuff until my mom got there, but now that the power was out the computers weren't so much working, and I didn't have any homework to do. I called my mom and she came and picked me up. It was very fun. I love blackouts at school. They're so fun. Except today I fell down the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I was heading down to my locker when I guess my foot missed the last step. I pitched forward and fell flat on my face. Lindsay was a jerk and laughed. I can forgive her, though, because I was laughing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So that's my interesting story for the day. Sorry if I bore you. Maybe tomorrow I'll get abducted by aliens or something. Wouldn't that be an entertaining story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116363201384839845?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116363201384839845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116363201384839845&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116363201384839845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116363201384839845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/gotta-love-electricity.html' title='Gotta love electricity.'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116354983090305322</id><published>2006-11-14T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T12:20:34.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking....</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm not really sure what's going on. I can't seem to view my blog. All that comes up is a grey screen, and I have received an e-mail from a friend saying that she can't get into it, either. I'm going to post this and see what happens. Hopefully it'll fix itself, because I don't know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116354983090305322?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116354983090305322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116354983090305322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116354983090305322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116354983090305322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-checking.html' title='Just checking....'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116339365426044144</id><published>2006-11-12T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T10:12:18.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wouldn't do that if I were you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A phrase I'm sure we've all heard many times. But do we ever stop to consider what it actually implies? Let's examine this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In order to do that, let us create a hypothetical situation involving Kelly and Linda. Let's pretend that Linda was doing something and Kelly commented that it was really cute. Kelly might have said something along the lines of wanting to pinch Linda's cheeks because she was so cute. Linda would not be very happy about this, and would say to Kelly, "I wouldn't do that if I were you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, let's stop to think about this. If Linda were Kelly, that would be it. Linda would be Kelly. Meaning Linda is Kelly, so really Linda wouldn't exist anymore. If Linda didn't exist and it was just Kelly left, as the phrase implies, then Linda would have Kelly's thoughts, Kelly's reasoning, and Kelly's silly little impulses, such as wanting to pinch her friend's cheeks. Linda would no longer have any control, making the above statement false.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, in reality, Kelly wouldn't change at all. It would simply be Linda changing to become Kelly. Therefore, as you can see from my extensive study on the subject, that phrase makes no sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One phrase that &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; make sense, however, would be: "If I were in your position I wouldn't do that", or something along those lines. "If I were in your shoes" is just silly, because how could being in another person's shoes possibly affect the outcome? Other than it being incredibly uncomfortable and rather unsanitary, swapping shoes would have no effect. Kelly would still be Kelly, just in Linda's shoes. Linda would still be Linda, only in much smaller, tighter shoes. Kelly would still have the impulse to pinch Linda's cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, going back to the original scenario, Linda should not have said that, because in the end it changes nothing and Kelly would go on pinching cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hypothetically speaking, of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116339365426044144?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116339365426044144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116339365426044144&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116339365426044144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116339365426044144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wouldnt-do-that-if-i-were-you.html' title='I wouldn&apos;t do that if I were you....'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116320510137098342</id><published>2006-11-10T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:52:20.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Usually this isn't a big deal for me, but this year my mom thought I should get a shot anyway, just in case. However, she neglected to tell me about this until 8:30 this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I was still sleeping (duh, it's the weekend) when she opened my door. Normally this isn't such a big deal, but my door isn't just any old door. It's a very special door. Opening or closing my bedroom door takes a little more effort than usual. Because of this, whenever one of the two happens, it is very loud. That is what caused me to bolt upright in my bed the moment she opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Again, normally seeing my mom there wouldn't surprise me all that much, because whenever she wakes me up it's because I've ignored my alarm clock and am going to be late for school. Today, however, I had no school. That was my first thought in my moment of panic. Then she told me she wanted me to go with Chrys and get a flu shot. She left, and I lay down again, waiting for my heart to stop beating so fast. Don't mock me, it was very scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyhoo, I went upstairs to eat breakfast where Chryssie told me that we would be leaving in ten minutes. For anyone who knows me, this is not much time. I'm rather slow, especially first thing in the morning. We ended up leaving later that Chrys would have liked, but I really don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We met Fonzi at the church (Seven Oaks Alliance, where the shots were being given). We were supposed to be there at the same time so we could wait in line together but....... Fine, it was all my fault, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, Chrys and I waited in line together. She got her shot for free because she has a chronic illness, and I got mine free because I live with her. A very nice arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;When it was Chryssie's turn to get her shot done, I started to go with her because she had told me that she always cries when getting shots. I promised her I would hold her hand (don't be ashamed Chrys, lots of people don't like needles). However, the lady that was telling people where to go for their shots didn't let me! I told her that I need to be with my sister because she's going to cry, but she didn't believe me. Finally she let me go, and I held Chryssie's hand, just like I promised. She didn't cry that much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I was surprised at how quick hers was over. I saw the needle go in, then it came out. I was in the middle of saying: "It's okay, Chryssie. It's o - it's over?" Very weird. The really weird part was that mine took a few seconds. We had the same nurse, too. I could feel the needle go in, then I felt her pushing the vaccine into me. Chrys thought mine lasted a lot longer, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When we got home my mom told us to eat chocolate. Apparently if you don't then your arm will start to shake after a while. I didn't complain. I was quite happy about it, actually. Chrys was joking that I liked it so much I should go back tomorrow and get another shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know, that's not a bad idea....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116320510137098342?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116320510137098342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116320510137098342&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116320510137098342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116320510137098342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/flu-season.html' title='Flu Season'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116313407800541446</id><published>2006-11-09T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:44:43.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Define, please</title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't care how dense or idiotic this may make me seem, I need to know. I've been hearing a lot lately about emos. What the heck is an emo? I'm thinking that it's kind of like a goth... Someone help, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116313407800541446?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116313407800541446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116313407800541446&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116313407800541446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116313407800541446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/define-please.html' title='Define, please'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116303000409072027</id><published>2006-11-08T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:31:16.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Product of constant badgering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This post has no plan for it, no events that inspired me to write it. It is simply here because people keep badgering me about updating, which I know I should do more often. Therefore, all you're really gonna find in this one is a bunch of randomness. Just a bit of a warning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In response to Steph's comment on my last post...what exactly did you mean? When was I hiding behind "Anonymous"? and who is that, exactly? I'm quite a bit confuzzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy news: I got 98% on my last Spanish test. That's a relief because it was the biggest one we've had yet. Out of 223 marks, that one. I'm very impressed with my mark. Today we had a sub for Spanish. It was Herr Janzen, the German teacher. That was rather interesting. All we did today was watch Destinos, so he didn't really need to do anything. It was still weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Speaking of Destinos, I don't like watching them. Most of the time the people are speaking in conversational Spanish, so we can't understand what's going on most of the time. There are a few times in each episode where the narrator or Raquel speaks slowly for the uneducated audience, but that's just boring. According to &lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;Chrys&lt;/a&gt; that's the best way to learn. I know she's right, but it's so frustrating when we can't understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Conversational is a very long word to type. It's rather fun. Conversational. Hm. What other really long words are out there that would be fun to type? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. That one's not as fun though. Mississippi is fun. I can't think of any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hm. I'm sorry, I can't think of much more to say. I'm not quite as skilled as the Queen of Randomness, miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kamuri.blogspot.com"&gt;Stephanie Chiu&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;She's very entertaining. I'm gonna leave now. Sorry this post was so boring. I'll try harder next time. Right now I just don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116303000409072027?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116303000409072027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116303000409072027&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116303000409072027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116303000409072027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/product-of-constant-badgering.html' title='Product of constant badgering'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116252390078394509</id><published>2006-11-02T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:18:20.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Stephie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today had a bit of an interesting twist to it. My dear friend Stephanie Chiu was brushing her hair out after I messed it up but it was getting staticky(no idea how that would be spelled). She was going to put some water on her brush to keep it from becoming more static-y. Her water bottle was then sitting next to her on the floor, open and inviting. Who could resist such a temptation? I took that water bottle and held it above her head. She looked at me, and kept brushing her hair(her long, gorgeous black hair; I love it; I want it; Maybe not the black; I wouldn't look very good with black hair; I like brown). I drizzled some of the water on her head, and again she just watched me. I did a bit more and she finally flipped. She freaked out and told me to give the bottle back. She then proceeded to chase me down the hallway, up the stairs, and around the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I went back downstairs to where our friends were sitting waiting to see the outcome of our little....tiff. We waited there, but Steph didn't show for a few minutes. I was getting scared because I didn't know where she was or which direction she was going to come from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But I knew she wanted to kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Finally she got back and she pursued me around the lounge for a bit before the bell rang and Lindsay, the life-saver that she is, hid the bottle in her locker.  Later on in our spare(here comes the best part), Lindsay informed me that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kamuri.blogspot.com"&gt;Steph&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;had blogged the event. Unbelieving, I looked over to the computer screen Linds was sitting at and sure enough, there it was. Short and sweet, but I couldn't believe it. She had actually stopped in the middle of hot pursuit to BLOG it! What a nerd! Sorry Stephie, darling, but you are one screwed up little ducky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Interesting lunch hour, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116252390078394509?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116252390078394509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116252390078394509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116252390078394509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116252390078394509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-stephie.html' title='Dear Stephie'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116231441823983365</id><published>2006-10-31T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T09:06:58.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with Bartok and Earnest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This is a little late, so you'll have to forgive me. Again, I've been procrastinating. Deal with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday evening was one filled with laughter. First,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;Chryssie&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I carved out our first pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The pumpkin we carved was the smallest one we have. We carved a bat into it and named him Bartok. That's the bat from Anastasia, in case anyone out there is unfortunate enough to not know what I'm talking about. I love carving pumpkins. You get to just reach in there and pull out all its guts, preserving the seeds so you can bake them and eat them later. Mmm. Anyway, the bat turned out really well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;After we finished that project,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;Chrys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and I went to Trinity to see &lt;u&gt;The Importance of Being Earnest&lt;/u&gt; with her friends Vanessa and Sandy. I had never even heard of this thing before, but Vanessa had an extra ticket and invited me to come. I'm so glad I did. It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life. It's an awesome play. Afterwards Vanessa told me she had the movie, so I borrowed it from her and will watch it sometime this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then Saturday or Sunday (can't remember which), we carved out our last two pumpkins. I carved a witch holding a Jack-o-lantern, and she did a werewolf. However, my pumpkin was huge and the saws we were using didn't quite cut all the way through the skin. I ended up having to go inside the pumpkin, find the lines, and cut from the inside to get the chunks out. It wasn't very much fun. But in the end it looked good. I can't wait to do more next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116231441823983365?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116231441823983365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116231441823983365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116231441823983365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116231441823983365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-with-bartok-and-earnest.html' title='A night with Bartok and Earnest'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116173626334705016</id><published>2006-10-24T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:31:03.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, I finally did it. Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chrys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;and I went to Neufeld Farms and picked out another pumpkin. They have an amazing selection there. If you're still looking, you should stop by. We found so many good pumpkins. But the one we found is even bigger than all three of the other ones we have bought. It's amazing. It's kind of flat on one side, but the other side is nice and round. It's perfect. I can't wait until we actually carve them. It's going to be so much fun. I havn'e carved a pumpkin in forever. I'm so happy with Jack 2.0. I just really hope he doesn't rot like his namesake. He looks sturdy, but I guess you never know. Thanks to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Chryssie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;for carrying him for me. I couldn't even lift him. It's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sorry about ranting on about this, but I love pumpkins. I think most people do. They're fun. And their seeds taste good when you bake them. I love pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116173626334705016?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116173626334705016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116173626334705016&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116173626334705016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116173626334705016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/jack-20.html' title='Jack 2.0'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116166470350962614</id><published>2006-10-23T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:38:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://chryssies-life.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chrys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;has just shown me how to make links in my post. I was trying to figure it out before, but I couldn't get it. She's so smart. I'm so jealous of her. She can do just about anything on a computer, yet it seems that all the computers of the world are out to make my life miserable. I can't figure them out for the life of me. Yeah, just wanted to share my happy news and test this thing out. It's pretty nifty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until later, tchus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116166470350962614?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116166470350962614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116166470350962614&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116166470350962614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116166470350962614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116156981353989738</id><published>2006-10-22T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:16:53.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my defense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know how when something really embarrassing happens and your family constantly bugs you about it(jokingly, of course)? Well, people have been bugging me forever about that stupid butter thing, and now Yvonne is getting on my case about my pumpkin rotting! Something I have no control over whatsoever! How rude! Anyway, there are a few things I would like to get straight about each occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First, the whole "butter" thing was not my fault! I did everything exactly how Chrys told me to. I did nothing unusual, I put all the ingredients in(although with whipped cream there's not really much to add), and I mixed it. Somehow, it didn't turn out the way it was supposed to. But it has nothing to do with my culinary skills! For dessert that night &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had made the chocolate cake, which turned out amazingly, thank you very much! I &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; bake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Second, I had no control whatsoever over the deceased pumpkin. And it wasn't even mine! Chrys and I had both chosen one and when we put them in the wagon, we forgot whose was whose. I remembered which one was mine, but Chrys said that it was hers, too. We argued for a few seconds, then I just took the other one, because Chrys is stubborn and never admits when she's wrong(love you Chryssie). So &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;, it should have been Chrystal's pumpkin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Finally, &lt;em&gt;it's not my fault!!!&lt;/em&gt; None of it! So I would greatly appreciate it if everybody would stop bugging me about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On a side note, Chrys now has current pictures of Diego on her blog, if anyone wants to see our cute "puppy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116156981353989738?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116156981353989738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116156981353989738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116156981353989738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116156981353989738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-my-defense.html' title='In my defense'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116139997692797773</id><published>2006-10-20T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T20:06:16.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lament to Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have devastating news to report. Today I discovered that the beautiful pumpkin, for which I had searched so ardently, is deceased. It has rotted, and caved in. It caused my basement to smell horrid, and I had to get my dad to carry it outside for me. It was big. Now it's mush. I'm so sad. How does that happen? Chrystal's pumpkin is perfect, yet we bought them at the same time. I can't believe it. Poor Jack shall now never see the dark of night. I was gonna carve him out and everything. I suppose I'll have to go look for a new one tomorrow. I miss Jack dearly, but his memory will forever hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Jack. May you rest in peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116139997692797773?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116139997692797773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116139997692797773&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116139997692797773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116139997692797773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/lament-to-jack.html' title='A lament to Jack'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116130842158927831</id><published>2006-10-19T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:40:21.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animals and chocolate - what a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As I said in my last post, I have no school today and tomorrow. So, today I went to visit Chryssie at the Apple Barn. My mom drove me there just before two, and I stayed until Chrys got off at four. When I first got there, it was super busy. I think there were three school tours there, so I had to wait until Chrys was unoccupied before I talked to her. She was still sort of busy, so I went to the petting barn. There was a baby goat. It was so cute. It makes its tiny little goat noise and it's so little. So cute. There were also sheep, big goats, pigs, llamas, and bunnies. I liked the bunnies. They're really soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I stayed in there a while, but then a school group came in, so I decided to leave. I went back to Chrys, and from that time on it wasn't really that busy. We just hung out with two other ladies that work there, and talked and stuff. It was fun. I had hot apple cider, too. It was really yummy. I love hot apple cider. Actually, this was basically hot apple juice, but you get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I bought myself some chocolate, too. I got a Caramilk bar, and Bear Droppings. They're really cute. It's just a bag of chocolate covered almonds, which I love. But they call them Bear Droppings. I thought that was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I talked to Tash when I got home, on msn. We only talked for a few minutes because she had a meeting with one of her friends, but it was good to talk to her. It's been almost a month since she left. I miss her. But I'm glad she's having this experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to tell you about my fun day, so now I'm going to go do something that is 100% unproductive. That's what weekends are for, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116130842158927831?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116130842158927831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116130842158927831&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116130842158927831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116130842158927831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/animals-and-chocolate-what-day.html' title='Animals and chocolate - what a day'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116123119992755962</id><published>2006-10-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:13:20.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needles and a hay stack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Actually, there were quite a few hay stacks. Yesterday was Western Day at school. Most people dressed up as cowboys/girls. Then during lunch time there was a hay ride! I absolutely LOVE hay rides! They're so much fun. This one was cool because it was driven by one of the twelfth graders. He went really fast over speed bumps and whipped us around corners. One person even fell off! It was so much fun! He took us from the front doors of the high school, down and around Downes Rd., then up past the elementary and middle schools back to the high school. My friends and I only found out about this near the end of lunch, so it almost made us late for class. But we were on time. It totally would've been worth it if we had been late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today I had another interesting experience, though it wasn't quite as fun as the hay ride (honestly, what could beat a good hay ride?). Although this one takes a bit of explaining. I have a fungal infection underneath the nail of my big toe, so I have to start taking some pills. I have to take them every day for three to four months. However, these pills can cause damage to the liver, so everyone who takes them has to have their blood taken before they begin, then once a month during use. Just to make sure it's not harming me. My doctor says in ten years he has never had a patient who had a problem with it. It's just a precaution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, today was my very first blood test. I'll admit I was freaking out before hand, because I was sure it was going to hurt really badly. But it just pricked when it first went in, then I didn't feel anything anymore. I looked for a second or two, and I saw my blood filling a vial slowly. It was cool. Next time I'm gonna try to look for longer. It would be interesting to see. Sorry if anyone is really squeamish and didn't like reading that so much. So, that's my story for that past few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Today was the last day of school this week for MEI, because there are parent/teacher interviews Thursday and Friday. I'm so happy. There was one more thing I wanted to mention....Oh yeah! I got a new library card today. I tried to put a hold on a book online today with my old one, but it said there was a problem with my account and to see a librarian. Chrys was going to the library anyway, so I went with her and the librarian gave me a new card. It's an adult one, so I don't have my mom's signature on the back anymore. It's great! I am very excited about this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok. I think that's really it now. Talk to you all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116123119992755962?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116123119992755962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116123119992755962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116123119992755962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116123119992755962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/needles-and-hay-stack.html' title='Needles and a hay stack'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116104249568533050</id><published>2006-10-16T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:48:15.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It's amazing to me how popular blogging has become. It seems everyone is doing it now. It's kind of creepy when you think about it. Random people can just look at your blog and see what's going on in your life. Oh well. That's one of the things us bloggers have to deal with, I suppose. We chose to do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, I do have stuff to say other than my random, pointless blog talk. Although it's mostly just ranting on about my crappy spanish project, so you probably don't want to read it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Today in Spanish class we did a fashion show. It was to help us learn our clothing and stuff. It was really fun, but it would have been way better if I had had a better group. I was forced into a group with two guys. That in itself peeved me, but these two guys were especially annoying. We had an entire class to plan and prepare for this thing, and they just sat around and talked about the most outrageous outfits that they could wear. The outfits were supposed to be funny and entertaining, but what they were talking about was just completely pointless stuff. It was dumb. I just sat there, while they chatted, and wrote out what they would have to say about me. They kept saying that they were done everything, which really bugged me because they had only planned what they were going to wear, and hadn't asked me for anything at all. Finally I got so frustrated that I just shoved my paper at one of them, told them that's what I'm wearing, and sort of told them how frustrated I was without really saying it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That didn't make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um, I don't know how to explain it. I asked them if they had my stuff on there and they said no, and I told them that they weren't finished and needed to work, instead of goofing off the entire class. I'm sure they got the message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On top of all that, one of them apparently told the other one to get a song because we had to have music playing as we were walking down the "catwalk". We didn't have music. Needless to say, I was very frustrated. But, we did it today and it wasn't terrible. I'm just really glad it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;So yeah. That's my frustrated ranting for the day. I might have something else tomorrow. Who knows? Bet you can't wait. Talk to you all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116104249568533050?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116104249568533050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116104249568533050&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116104249568533050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116104249568533050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116078536556037077</id><published>2006-10-13T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:08:57.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For real this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry &lt;/span&gt;about that last post. My friend Lindsay had been bugging me for a while to update, so I just did that to make her angry. It worked :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now for an update on what's been going on with me for the past week and a half. Last week my school had Thursday and Friday off. Then we also had this Monday off. In that glorious five day weekend, I took a trip to Saskatchewan to visit my cousins. It was a blast, as usual. We saw Employee of the Month on Friday. I thought it was going to be really stupid, but it was actually really funny. Stupid too, of course, but not in the totally dumb, Napolean Dynamite way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The rest of the weekend we just hung out, walked around Warman (not a huge task) and watched movies. It was great. I love visiting Saskatchewan. And I love flying. Flying is so much fun. When you're above the clouds, it seems like a whole different world. It's amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyway, back to Sask. On Sunday we went to the race thingy. It was really fun. Cars crashed into each other and stuff. Once, a tire came off a car just as it was flying around a corner. The tire bounced so high. It was fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Other than that, my Socials online teacher is really dumb so that course is really sucking right now. Oh well. That's life. So far school hasn't been too bad. I'm actually enjoying this year. Which is weird, because usually after the first few weeks teachers become cruel and evil. That hasn't happened yet. Yippee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna go now. I will try to be more consistent with my updates, but I'm only human after all. Until later, auf wiedersehen. I think that's how you spell it. I could be wrong. Oh well. Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116078536556037077?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116078536556037077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116078536556037077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116078536556037077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116078536556037077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-real-this-time.html' title='For real this time'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-116076063639487191</id><published>2006-10-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T10:30:36.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lindsay</title><content type='html'>This post is to get Lindsay off my back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-116076063639487191?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116076063639487191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=116076063639487191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116076063639487191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/116076063639487191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-lindsay.html' title='For Lindsay'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115975702123654973</id><published>2006-10-01T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T19:44:51.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Free Moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wow, yesterday was quite a day. After I had gotten ready in the morning, I barely had any time before my mom and I had to go pick up my cousin's kid and take him to his soccer game. After that was over, we had to pick up his sister from where she was waiting for us. She had come back from a soccer game as well. All this time we had their younger sister Alyssa with us, at Matt's game. Once we had Rachel, we took the three of them to our place and played outside with a soccer ball and Diego. During this time Nolan and Megan, two kids I babysit, arrived. We then had five kids between the ages of two and eleven to look after. At around 5:00, Matt Rache and Alyssa left, leaving just Nolan and Megan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We kept playing with them until it was time for Chrys and I to leave for church. We teach 3 &amp;amp; 4 yr. olds in Kid's Quest, so Nolan came with us while Megan stayed at home. With Nolan there, we had t h i r t e e n kids. That's insane, because the kids were all between two and four. Needless to say, that was rather hectic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;After that ended, we took Nolan and Megan back to their house for bedtime. In the end, we didn't end up getting home until after midnight this morning. It was a busy day, but very fun. However, I wouldn't want to repeat it in the very near future, as entertaining as it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Until later, have a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115975702123654973?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115975702123654973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115975702123654973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115975702123654973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115975702123654973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-free-moment.html' title='Not a Free Moment...'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115931583941425234</id><published>2006-09-26T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T17:24:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BusyBusy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Okay, I know I broke my own rule about updating my blog at least once a week, but it wasn't my fault, I swear. This past week with my classes and my online courses, I had so much homework. I haven't had much time to do anything else. But I'm finished all my online assignments that are posted, so I'm not as bogged down as I have been. Oh yeah, in case I haven't mentioned this already, I am taking two online courses this year. Socials and Planning. Because of that I have one spare in my day. I like it. It gives me time to work on homework so I don't have to take it home. What makes this semester difficult is that I'm taking five classes instead of four, and four of them are academic. I think. Math, Science, Spanish, and Socials. Maybe Socials isn't. Oh well. It's still a lot of work. But I'll try to keep posting more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My mom is still healing, but she seems to be doing a lot better. As usual, she does too much at times and has to lie down for a while, but she should be all better soon. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tasha is still packing for Australia. She is only allowed to bring one backpack, so she has to stuff everything into a red hiking-type backpack thing. Yeah. I'm great with describing things. She leaves on Thursday and won't be back until the day after my birthday, I believe. I'm gonna miss her bunches and oodles and stuff. It'll be hard to be separated from her for that long. I'm missing a day of school to bring her to the airport. Actually, I'm missing two days of school this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tomorrow is a work day for tenth graders. Instead of going to school, we go straight to our work site. It's the same length as a school day. Because of this I'm missing two days of school in a row. That is a good thing, but at the same time I'm dreading it. I have to miss math, which is grade 11 so there will be a class that I'm missing tomorrow. I hate missing school. It's so hard to catch up. Oh well, I'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another sad story is that I'll be missing pyjama day on Thursday! That's, like, my favourite day of the school year! I'm quite upset. Maybe I'll wear pyjamas to the airport in honour of this glorious day. That would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I think you're just about caught up on my week. Hopefully you'll hear from me again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh! I just remembered...I can't believe I forgot! On Sunday we had a Loewen Faspa. It was a big dinner for all the Loewens to come together before Tash leaves. It was a blast, as all Loewen get-togethers are. Of course Rosanna had to come up with something outrageous. She brought a green sweater decked out with Christmas decorations, because Tasha's going to be gone for it. She also had a little game. We weren't allowed to say the words: baby, Australia, or fun. Whoever caught someone saying one of these words got to pick a Christmas carol for everybody else to sing. It didn't last very long, but it was fun. I love you Rosanna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Okay, I think that's really everything now. If not...too bad. Talk to you all later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115931583941425234?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115931583941425234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115931583941425234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115931583941425234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115931583941425234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/busybusy.html' title='BusyBusy'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115864093310757933</id><published>2006-09-18T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T21:42:13.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DC4K</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tonight was the second night that I helped out Chrys and her friend Vanessa in DC4K(Divorce Care for Kids). It was so much fun. We've only ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;d two girls the past two weeks, but they are so much fun to be with. Tonight we had a very special activity amidst all the other things we did. We painted. But not with paint. Vanessa brought sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;ving cream and put five dots on the table, one in front of each of us. We each spread out our spots so they were flat. They were our canvases. We drew different things, and then to eras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e we just mixed it all up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;But that's not the end of the madness. Somewhere along the line, one of our girls got the idea that we should spread it all out so it covered the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. And we did&lt;/span&gt; just that. It's amazing to me how much space five spots of shaving cream can cover. We covered that entire round table, and once we finished we drew one big scene on it. Trees, flowers, birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;, a beautiful nature scene. Of course, it wasn't nearly as much fun to clean up afterward, but it was &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;definitely worth it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Unfortunately, no one thought to bring a camera, so we don't have any pictures for you. But you can take my word for it, it was a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115864093310757933?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115864093310757933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115864093310757933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115864093310757933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115864093310757933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/dc4k.html' title='DC4K'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115838218100786229</id><published>2006-09-15T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:49:41.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not terrible...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I have officially survived through a full week of school. However, at this point I find it hard to believe that it hasn't even technically been two weeks since I went back. I'm already settled into a pattern and have my routine. To be quite honest, I rather like this semester. I like my classes (Spanish, Math, Science, Socials, Planning) and my teachers. That is quite a change from last year, when I hated all my teachers (bad, I know, but they don't exactly make it easy to like them, even a little bit). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I thought I was going to hate the semester system, but I rather like it. I can't explain why, I just do. I'm glad that I have all but one class with my friend, Lindsay, but I would like to have classes with my other friends as well. Maybe next semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My mom is doing okay. She's still at home, and still taking it quite easy, but I think she is regaining her strength. She's been going for her "walks", which are just laps around our property. I think she did three one day this week. But now Chrystal is really sick, and not feeling good at all. Jeepers. My family can't seem to go one week without someone being sick. That needs to be fixed. Especially since I'd probably be next.... I know, I'm so considerate of others. Talk to you all later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115838218100786229?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115838218100786229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115838218100786229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115838218100786229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115838218100786229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/not-terrible.html' title='Not terrible...'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115784152186271786</id><published>2006-09-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T15:38:41.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again, home again.</title><content type='html'>Once again, my mom has returned from the hospital. She is still recovering from her surgery, however, so she will be taking it very easy for a few weeks. That means no working, no lifting heavy objects, no bending down to pick something up. She just needs to heal. I'll try to keep you more updated on her progress than I have been. Sorry about that, but Chrys usually keeps her blog updated, so you can check that out as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115784152186271786?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115784152186271786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115784152186271786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115784152186271786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115784152186271786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/home-again-home-again.html' title='Home again, home again.'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115765736992660285</id><published>2006-09-07T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:29:29.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1:10 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Take a moment and read this title again. That's a.m., not p.m., people. Now, what does that time mean for you? Well, for me, it usually means that I'm lying in bed sound asleep dreaming sweet dreams. However, last night my body had other ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I woke up for some reason, and my nose felt runny. It took only a second to realize that it was bleeding. I rushed to the bathroom and then had to stand there for ten minutes waiting for it to stop. I noticed, while waiting, that I had gotten three rather large spots of blood on my pyjama pants. What a great night, hey? But what can you do? These things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although I'm quite tired today because of that little incident, I am thankful that I woke up. Otherwise I would have bled all over my pillow and sheets. Also, I may have had difficulty breathing, seeing as most people usually breathe throught their noses when they sleep, myself included. These little details make me wonder at the amazing God we have. He planned us without any flaws, and thought of everything down to the way our toenails grow. He made it so that my body would wake me at the first sign of that nose bleed. That he loves us enough to pay attention to those things blows me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115765736992660285?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115765736992660285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115765736992660285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115765736992660285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115765736992660285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/110-am.html' title='1:10 a.m.'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115751389660797130</id><published>2006-09-05T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T20:38:16.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As many may know, today was the first day back to school. I am entering grade 10 this year. when I received my schedule, they had forgotten to put Math 11 in it. I am taking Math 11 because last summer I took grade 9 math so I could get ahead a year. I tried to book an appointment with a counsellor to get it changed, but when I called they were completely booked. I was told to wait after orientation today to see one, but that line-up was so long that not everyone could get in. Now, I have to get to school early tomorrow morning to see if I can be one of the first ones in line. Unfortunately, the councellors won't start seeing people until 8:30, which is when first class starts. I guess it doesn't really matter, because my entire schedule might get changed around in order to fit math in there. I just prefer to know exactly which classes I'm taking and when &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;school starts. Oh well. That's life, I suppose. Things aren't always going to go my way, and I need to learn to deal with those times when they come. And God's plan is perfect, so how dare I feel sorry for myself. I'll just sit outside the student services offices and read my book until 8:30. I like reading. Maybe this isn't all bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115751389660797130?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115751389660797130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115751389660797130&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115751389660797130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115751389660797130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/09/bad-beginning.html' title='Bad Beginning'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115687501019903991</id><published>2006-08-29T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T11:10:10.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally happened. Yesterday I received my school schedule in the mail. I was very excited to see it come, because I had been waiting for it for a week. Yesterday's wait was extra special because I knew that it would be arriving, but the mail came three hours late. It truly almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;However, its arrival was bittersweet, because it also meant that school is starting soon. A week from today. I have been dreading this for the past month. I really don't want to go back to school, but there's not really anything that can be done. It's going to happen. I just don't want it to. I want to be done with school.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm starting to rant now, so I should go and spare anyone who is actually taking the time to read this. Please pray for me. The beginning of school is always so stressful for me, and this year seems to have a little more added to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115687501019903991?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115687501019903991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115687501019903991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115687501019903991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115687501019903991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-its-finally-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115671048877738484</id><published>2006-08-27T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:28:08.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Over Yet</title><content type='html'>My mom may be home from the hospital, but she is far from being 100%. After two weeks without eating, her stomach is having trouble digesting the food she's eating. She has been throwing up and having bad stomach aches. She has managed to keep down the last few things she's eaten, but the aches continue. Please be praying for patience as she goes through this healing process, and that it will pass quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115671048877738484?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115671048877738484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115671048877738484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115671048877738484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115671048877738484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-over-yet.html' title='Not Over Yet'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115654502299311376</id><published>2006-08-25T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:28:59.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Home!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's finally happened. My mom is finally home. After over two weeks in the hospital, my mom arrived home yesterday between 10:30 and 11:00 a.m. She looked relieved to be home. Yet at the same time, she is incredibly tired. She hasn't been allowed to eat anything the entire time she was in the hospital, so her nourishment was lacking greatly. She's taking it very slow, and rests a lot. I think she said she's planning to go back to work on Thursday, but I could be wrong. She definitely needs to work up her endurance again. In the mean time, we are glad to have her home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Actually, she was home on Wednesday night already. She got my dad to take her out of the hospital for a few hours so she could get home. She was completely unattached to any machine, and just had the central line sticking out of her neck. The nurses didn't know if she was wandering the hospital, walking outside, or at home, so my mom escaped for the evening. I think she enjoyed that immensely. Aunt Ellie and Uncle Gary went to visit her in the hospital, but she wasn't there. They came to our house after calling us, and soon after Yvonne and Eric joined us as well. It was a party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For now we are glad to have her home, for good, hopefully. But I guess you never know what could happen, right? She has to go back for a checkup on Wednesday, I think, so hopefully things will still be clearing up by then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115654502299311376?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115654502299311376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115654502299311376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115654502299311376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115654502299311376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/shes-home.html' title='She&apos;s Home!!!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115635941576395059</id><published>2006-08-23T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:56:55.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yesterday we found out that my mom will be coming home TOMORROW!! They took out her nose tube which was draining her stomach, and her catheter. As far as I know she still has the central line in. I think they may be taking that out today. After that, as long as nothing goes seriously wrong, she will be coming home tomorrow. So I need to go now because the house is a mess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115635941576395059?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115635941576395059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115635941576395059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115635941576395059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115635941576395059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!!!!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115627384750325152</id><published>2006-08-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:10:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;In case anyone is wondering, there are pictures of my mom in the hospital on Chrystal's blog. So for anybody that doesn't usually look at her site and wants to see them, you can go check those out. It's gonna be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115627384750325152?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115627384750325152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115627384750325152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115627384750325152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115627384750325152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/in-case-anyone-is-wondering-there-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115603311498730900</id><published>2006-08-19T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:18:37.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry about this, but I tend to be quite lazy with keeping up with things. You know how you think about doing something but never really get around to doing it? That's me most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;What I have been planning to write about was the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;. Yvonne, Chrys, Tasha and I saw it live last Saturday. It was absolutely amazing. We own the DVD and I've watched it many times, but I have always wanted to see it on Broadway. I had a chance to do that a few years ago, but I got sick the morning we were supposed to leave so my sisters had to go without me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;But last Saturday, it finally happened. I was there, sitting in row 12, seat 62. Amazing seats. There were certain scenes that I had wondered how they would perform them live, such as the underground lake scenes in the Phantom's lair. But every bit of it was spectacular. One thing that did bug me, however, was the voice of the girl who played Meg. I can't really explain it, but it was really annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Everyone else in the cast was impressive. It was everything I expected and more. I am so happy that I was able to experience this at least once in my life (which I think everyone should). I loved every minute of it.&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/30621879-115603311498730900?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115603311498730900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115603311498730900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115603311498730900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115603311498730900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-late.html' title='A Week Late'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115575929455753911</id><published>2006-08-16T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T13:21:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Time's the Charm...</title><content type='html'>This morning at 10:30 my mom went in for her third CAT scan. She had two yesterday, but apparently they couldn't get a clear enough picture, or something. Hopefully they will be able to help her better after this one.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week now, since she left for the hospital. It was last Wednesday. I'm amazed that she has been able to tolerate this. She has never lain around during the day for more than four hours, according to her.&lt;br /&gt;What to pray for: That the doctors will know exactly what is going on this time, and that they find the best solution possible if this surgery doesn't work. Also, that my mom will have patience because it doesn't look like she's going to be coming home any time soon. Finally for us at home, that we will be able to cope without her. We've been okay, but we miss her and worry constantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115575929455753911?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115575929455753911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115575929455753911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115575929455753911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115575929455753911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/third-times-charm.html' title='Third Time&apos;s the Charm...'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115558252924377839</id><published>2006-08-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:08:49.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just to let everyone know, Chrys has pictures of our new puppy, Diego, on her blog. It's listed in my links on this page. If you want to see pictures, go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115558252924377839?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115558252924377839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115558252924377839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115558252924377839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115558252924377839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/puppy-pics.html' title='Puppy Pics'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115545196114983611</id><published>2006-08-12T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:52:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misdiagnosed</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lack of updates recently. Yesterday we found out that the doctors misdiagnosed my mom. Apparently nothing going on in her body made sense with the twisted bowel. Now they said it's diverticulitis, which is when little pockets/bubbles form in the intestine. She is now on antibiotics for it, as well as morphene. According to my mom, it is working.&lt;br /&gt;We are hoping that she will get better soon, but according to the huge medical book we have in our kitchen, diverticulitis can take up to two weeks to heal. She still can't eat anything in case she has to go into surgery. Again, we are praying that it won't come to that. We are visiting her as much as possible, but it would be nice to have her home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115545196114983611?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115545196114983611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115545196114983611&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115545196114983611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115545196114983611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/misdiagnosed.html' title='Misdiagnosed'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115519166231725567</id><published>2006-08-09T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:34:22.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This evening my mom went to the hospital because she had been in severe pain all day. After several hours and updates from my dad, we finally learned that she had an obstructive bowel. I think that's what it's called. It means that part of her small intestine is twisted, which caused her pain. Apparently it can untwist itself, but if it doesn't, then she'll need to have surgery. We're praying that it won't come to that, but we don't know what's going to happen right now. She's staying at the hospital overnight so they can keep her hydrated because she can't eat or drink anything. She's on morphene for the pain, and apparently she's quite out of it. I'm not sure whether that would be interesting or disturbing to see. I don't know if we us kids are going to visit her in the hospital tomorrow, but I would like to see her.&lt;br /&gt;Any prayers sent her way would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115519166231725567?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115519166231725567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115519166231725567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115519166231725567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115519166231725567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-evening-my-mom-went-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115507050284610016</id><published>2006-08-08T13:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T13:55:09.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Over the past few months, Chrystal has been playing nothing but the soundtrack to Rent in her car. I'm not exaggerating, that's literally all she played since she discovered the musical over three months ago. Every time I rode with her in her car, she has had that soundtrack playing, and she just about threw me out of the vehicle while it's moving every time I tried to change it. I absolutely hated it. I couldn't stand listening to it at all. I hated the music, the words, the names of the characters (Mimi? Seriously?), and just about everything about it. It was pure torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, my opinion of this particular musical has changed drastically. I have listened to it so much, I know exactly which voice belongs to which of the eight main characters. I know the general plot, and have watched a few clips of the movie. I want to watch the entire thing with Chrys now, because I want to understand everything that's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tash thinks I've gone to the dark side, and until now I would have agreed with her. Now, I can see all the amazing features of the musical. It's story line is realistic and emotional. The voices of the cast are unbelievable. When they sing together, it sounds unbelievably beautiful. When I actually watch the actors perform the songs on the film, it makes them so much more emotional. I love it. There are a few songs that I listen to over and over again, because they are so emotional and beautiful that I just can't get enough of them. It is now one of my favourite musicals, possibly up there with Phantom of the Opera. For those who don't know me, that's high praise.&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/30621879-115507050284610016?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115507050284610016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115507050284610016&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115507050284610016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115507050284610016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/hooked_08.html' title='Hooked'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115491594225156095</id><published>2006-08-06T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T18:59:02.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta in the Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Last night I wen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;t to see the Vanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;uver Festival of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lights. I went with all o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;f my siblings but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tasha, and a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;of Yvonne's friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;s. Mexico &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;performed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; for 25 minutes, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; after that there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;was a six minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;inale. Mexico won&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the competition&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;against China, Italy, an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d the Czech&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Republic. It was re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ally cool, but ther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e were parts of M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;exico's performance th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;at were boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They just did the sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;me thing over an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;d over again for a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;few minutes, and it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;s all yellow. There&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;sn't enough variet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;y. But there wer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;e parts that were r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;eally cool. A few of the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fireworks that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wer&lt;/span&gt;e set off were circ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;les with stars in t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he middle. It was c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ool. It makes me won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;der how these&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fire&lt;/span&gt;works are made. W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hat gives them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;eight or shape or c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;olour? However they&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;do it, it was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fasc&lt;/span&gt;inating to watch. Th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;ere was music pl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;aying along to the f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ireworks, and that m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ade it even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mor&lt;/span&gt;e spectacular. It was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;a fun night, as t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hese events usually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;are. It was really go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;od to actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;be a&lt;/span&gt;ble to watch them thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;s year, though. L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;ast year at the fina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;le my Jared propose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d to Lisa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt;way through, so we di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;dn't see much of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;he fireworks after t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hat. I can't wait to s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ee next year's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;performances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115491594225156095?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115491594225156095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115491594225156095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115491594225156095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115491594225156095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/fiesta-in-sky.html' title='Fiesta in the Sky'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115454712164184956</id><published>2006-08-02T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:32:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I suppose congratulations are in order for this particular sister of mine. She has been accepted by YWAM in Perth, Australia. She has her flight booked and everything. She's flying out there with her friend Dania, whose family is out there for schooling and missionary work, I think. Tash will be gone for six months, leaving in October. That is really crappy, because she will be missing a lot. The birth of our first neice/nephew, Christmas, and five birthdays. However, I think it's good that she is going now, because she really wants to, and if she were to keep putting it off, there would be even more things that she would miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm happy for her, even though I know I'll miss her more than even I can imagine. When Chrystal went to Spain for one month a couple years ago, I missed her a lot. I can't imagine what six months separation will feel like. On the other hand, I know she will have a lot of fun down there, seeing those penguins, koalas, and kangaroos. Also, when she comes back &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the day after my birthday&lt;/span&gt;, it will feel like she never left. Maybe not right away, but after she's told us everything that we haven't heard already, and she's all moved back home and settled in, it will feel that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But no matter how much I know I'm going to miss her and want her back, I really hope she'll have a great time, because this could be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. At least I hope it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115454712164184956?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115454712164184956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115454712164184956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115454712164184956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115454712164184956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/08/tasha.html' title='Tasha'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115439120870197799</id><published>2006-07-31T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T17:13:28.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyous Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jared and Lisa returned from their honeymoon on Friday. They didn't tell anyone, because they were supposed to come back yesterday, which was the day of the gift opening. They were really lucky that they came back early, because Friday night a bunch of us were planning to prank their house. I can't tell what we were going to do, in case either of them read this, but we were all disappointed at our loss. Oh well. I suppose there will be other opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115439120870197799?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115439120870197799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115439120870197799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115439120870197799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115439120870197799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/joyous-return.html' title='Joyous Return'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115421181929254175</id><published>2006-07-29T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:23:39.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am so excited. Two days ago my sister and I bought a new puppy! He's a rottweiler/golden retriever cross, but he just looks like a rottweiler. His name is Diego. At first we were concerned that our other dog, Jewel, wouldn't like him. When we got Cocoa a few years ago, she kept attacking him and we had to keep them separated until she got used to having him around. But with Diego she is protective. She won't let him out of her sight when he's out of the barn. We think that may be because she has had her own puppies and reacts to them differently now. But it's really cute. He always wants to play, and nips at her chin then runs away. Then he does it again. It's so much fun to watch. And he's such a sweetheart. Today I was just sitting/laying with him for an hour, and he always snuggles into me as far as he can go. He's adorable. I love him. It will be fun to see him grow older into a humongous (not sure how to spell that) dog. He's only twelve weeks old and he's already huge. I love him so much. He's my new best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115421181929254175?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115421181929254175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115421181929254175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115421181929254175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115421181929254175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/puppy.html' title='Puppy!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115394609102517896</id><published>2006-07-26T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:34:51.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations</title><content type='html'>Hm, that word always looks so weird when you write it out. Anyway, at the Loewen brunch Sunday morning, Cassandra read a letter from our cousin Jocelyn, who lives in Saskatchewan with her husband Jeff, and wasn't able to attend the wedding. In the letter, Joc announced that she is pregnant, and expecting a baby in February. Congratulations to Joc and Jeff. That is such exciting news. This is such a happy year for my family. Yvonne is pregnant, Rosanna, Darren, and Jared all got married, Jocelyn is pregnant, and my cousin Tamara from my dad's side is engaged to be married in October, I think. What a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115394609102517896?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115394609102517896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115394609102517896&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115394609102517896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115394609102517896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115394574453828795</id><published>2006-07-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T13:29:04.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells Ringing</title><content type='html'>Well, it's all over. On Saturday, July 22, 2006, my only brother, Jared Unruh, got married. It was a beautiful wedding. Lisa looked beautiful, and everything was decorated beautifully...even if it was all purple. I cried, of course, but can you really blame me? My only brother was in the process of getting married. It's a bittersweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went along smoothly in the ceremony, until they got to the signing of the registry. As it happens, it wasn't on the table. My mom went running out in the middle of the ceremony to go find it, along with two of my aunts. It was quite funny, actually. Jared and Lisa waited a few minutes, then just decided to to the unity water while they were waiting. Since it was an outdoor wedding, and I had bad experiences when trying to light the unity candles at my sister Yvonne's wedding three years ago, Jared and Lisa decided to pour red and blue water together instead. It was really cool. When they finished that, they went back to the empty table and waited some more. Finally our aunt Betty came running out with a folder in her hands. Everyone cheered. My family and I knew, however, that it was probably just a blank sheet of paper that they would sign so the ceremony would end. Apparently Auntie Betty had written on it: This is a fake. Sign here. She is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony, everyone just sort of hung out, drinking water and iced tea, which were supplied due to the ridiculous heat of the day. The immediate family and the wedding party went off to some abbey to take pictures. When that was over, the reception began.&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast with supper, speeches, and dancing to end off the night. My three sisters and I all did a little tribute to Jared. Each one of us wrote a little speech to say at the reception. I was really nervous, but it really wasn't that bad once I got up there. The evening ended with dancing. Jared's friends were on the puny little dance floor all night, and my cousins and I were out there for a good chunk of it as well. But two of Jared's friends, Sunnee and Woody, kind of scared us. They just randomly came up to my cousins and me and started dancing with us. It was scary, because at the time I had no idea who these people were. My sister Yvonne told me who they were after they left. For the rest of the evening, Woody was having a blast. He even danced with my omi. He actually wouldv'e been really funny if I wasn't so afraid of him.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, the reception was fun. We requested songs from the dj, and danced until our feet were aching.&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived home from the reception, two of my cousins, Chrys, and I popped popcorn and watched a movie. Oh yeah, we know how to party.&lt;br /&gt; Jared and Lisa are on their honey moon right now, and I think they get back on Sunday. That's all I have to say for now, I think. I'll probably remember other stuff later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115394574453828795?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115394574453828795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115394574453828795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115394574453828795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115394574453828795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/wedding-bells-ringing.html' title='Wedding Bells Ringing'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115325084349320629</id><published>2006-07-18T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T12:27:23.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today, in about half an hour, I will be heading to the Abbotsford airport to pick up my cousin Karisa. I'm so excited. Even though it's only been five days since I last saw her, I really want to see her again. Then tomorrow her family is coming. It's just her parents and her sister, who I also can't wait to see. It's going to be so much fun while they're here. We always have fun, as I think I may have mentioned in my last blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I should congratulate myself on the length of this blog. It's actually short! Quite the accomplishment for me, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115325084349320629?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115325084349320629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115325084349320629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115325084349320629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115325084349320629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/hooray.html' title='HOORAY!!!!'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115316342291894169</id><published>2006-07-17T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:10:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(sigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I absolutely love small children. They are adorable, except when they are doing things that we would rather not have them do. But then they go and they do something so childish and innocent and hilarious, and you can't help but love them all over again, completely forgetting all their...not so innocent moments. Until the next time it happens, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I suppose you may be wondering the reason for this particular blog, which would be that This mornig I babysat Nolan and Megan Wall. They are the only two kids I babysit, really. But this morning I had to be there before they were awake. I was to wake them up, feed them breakfast, and then entertain them until their mom got home. It was so fun. After they were both fed and dressed and ready for the day, we just played. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Somehow both Megan, age 1(almost 2), and Nolan, age 3(almost 4), ended up lying on the floor next to each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I tickled them both, and they just burst into giggles. They didn't stop, even when I wasn't tickling them anymore. They just looked at each other, touched each other's faces, and burst into more giggles. This went on for a few minutes. It was so cute to watch. Just the simplest thing that either of them did would set them off again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They were adorable. I love how children can laugh and have fun at the simplest things. I think my friends would tell you that I am pretty close to being like that, seeing as the simplest things seem to set me off into laughter that I can't seem to control....but they don't understand that it is really funny in my mind. Just the way something was said, or whatever. But it was just so special to see the two of them like that. Brother and sister, hanging out and having a good time. Not stealing toys from one another, not arguing over who gets to sit in the fluffy red chair, just having fun with each other. It was so special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Looking up again, I can see that this blog is already longer than I wanted it to be. I really need to work on that.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115316342291894169?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115316342291894169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115316342291894169&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115316342291894169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115316342291894169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/sigh.html' title='(sigh)'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115311084839538128</id><published>2006-07-16T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:34:08.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;First off, I need to apologize to everyone. I was the world's biggest idiot when I left for Saskatchewan, and I forgot to pack my camera. Therefore, I have no pictures for you. However, there are a few pics on the blogs of two of my sisters, Tasha and Chrys. I have links to their sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Other than that, all I can do is describe a few of the things we did while visiting those lovely prairies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I believe the one thing that every one of us did while there was be eaten alive by mosquitoes. When I came home, I had four bites in one area of my leg, three in one area of my back, two more on different areas of my back, plus many more in various places on my body. The entire week I was lathering myself in after bite stuff. Sprays, lotions, liquids, anything that said it would help ease itching. Thankfully, they helped. I am now just about cured. I still have bites, however, and continue to scratch occasionally. But it's not a constant itch. I am healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beside enduring those rather persistent pests, The entire week I spent in Warman was a blast. I baked brownies with my cousins, swam in their back yard, went for bike rides, went for ice cream, and so many more things. I absolutely love spending time with my Loewen cousins. They are always so much fun, and we never run out of things to do. We can make fun out of just about anything. My cousins Kaitlyn and Karisa(sisters) and I watched one movie three times in one weekend. It was a really cheesy movie, but it was so much fun to watch it over and over just to laugh endlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We also had a blast at Darren's wedding. There was a live polka band there, and it was really fun to copy the dance steps from the (ahem) more elderly in attendance. I was shocked at the number of people that knew the different dances. There was the three step, seven step, butterfly, and many others. It was amazing to watch, and fun to join in. Some people were real party poopers, however, and refused to dance because they thought the music was stupid. The way I see it, if you think it's going to be dumb, it's not going to be any fun. On the other hand, if you look at it with an optimistic heart, you can create fun times out of just about anything. For this theory I have to thank my dear cousin Rosanna Toews, who is always just a bundle of sunshine. She was constantly pulling cousins out to the dance floor and forcing them to dance. And when you're dancing with Rosanna, it's difficult to not have a good time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So these were just a few of the adventures I had while visiting Saskatchewan for that particular wedding, and I'm sure I'll have plenty more to share with my brother's wedding approaching quickly. It's this Saturday! We're all bursting with excitement and tension as last minute details are falling into place. Even through all that, I know I'll have plenty more good times to report. Until then, have wonderful days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115311084839538128?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115311084839538128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115311084839538128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115311084839538128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115311084839538128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115292118474489031</id><published>2006-07-14T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:53:04.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations to Me</title><content type='html'>Well, I must say that I am rather proud of myself. Yesterday on Thursday, July 13 2006, I , Kaeli Unruh, flew all the way from Saskatchewan to B.C. all by myself. That may not seem like a huge accomplishment to some, but I had never travelled anywhere by myself before. This was the very first time. And it wasn't even that bad. I'll admit, at the beginning of the first flight, from Saskatoon to Calgary, I was near to tears. This was partly due to fear, and partly due to the fact that I always cry whenever my cousin Karisa and I are separated, yet again. (hey, can you blame me? We live two provinces apart and rarely get to see each other.) I didn't cry though. The reason for this was that I knew I would be seeing Ris again in just five days, when she would come out to Abbotsford for my brother's wedding. Another reason for my courageous lack of tears was that I remembered two bible verses that really helped me. The first one was: &lt;em&gt;I can do all things throuh Jesus Christ who gives me strength.&lt;/em&gt; I'm not sure what the reference was for that one. The second was &lt;em&gt;Joshua 1:9-Be strong and courageous, do not be terrified. Do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.&lt;/em&gt; I said these verses to myself over and over in my head afterward I realized what I big baby I was being. There was absolutely nothing complicated about flying on an airplane. Unless you're the pilot.  I had nothing to be afraid of, because on the way to Saskatchewan my mom had shown me how to find my gate and stuff. Also, I knew that God would be with me, and that even if something did happen, He would still be there, guiding me.&lt;br /&gt;After that point, I was perfectly fine and was able to enjoy both the flight, and the exploration of the Calgary airport. Alright, it wasn't all that interesting, but I bought a candy necklace at the candy store. That was fun. Also, while waiting for the boarding announcement, some guy came up to me and asked if I had just attended a wedding in Saskatchewan. I said I did, and he asked if it was Darren and April's. Again, a confirmed that fact, and he said that he had recognized me from the wedding. I found that strange, because I can never remember new faces, especially at a wedding where I will never see half the people there again. But maybe that's just me. Apparently this was one of April's cousins. He was a really nice guy, and we talked for a bit, which sort of took away some of the boredom of waiting for our flight to be ready.&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Calgary to Abbotsford was interesting, because the two ladies that sat beside me didn't stop talking to each other. Understandable, but somewhat annoying. They also had each ordered a beer, and they smelled nasty. Oh well. I just read my book the entire flight. When I got to the Abbotsford airport, I looked around, expecting to see someone from my family waiting to pick me up. There was no one. I just went to wait for my luggage, planning to call home if no one was there by the time I received it. Just then I saw Tasha and Lisa, the future sister-in-law, burst into the airport, looking around for me. I went up behind them and scared them both. It was quite fun. They screamed then laughed then hugged me. After I had my luggage, I asked them why they were late. Apparently they had been at the airport on time, but the computers had said that my flight was going to be delayed for an hour, so they went home. But when they got home, my mom checked the internet and it had said that my flight had already landed. They rushed back to the airport, and that's why I found them looking quite frazzled. It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to tell about my experiences in Saskatchewan, but looking at the length of this blog already, I will wait and spread out my posts over the next few days. In the meantime, enjoy the blogs I have up. They will get more interesting, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115292118474489031?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115292118474489031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115292118474489031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115292118474489031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115292118474489031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/congratulations-to-me.html' title='Congratulations to Me'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115214439114052613</id><published>2006-07-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T17:06:31.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>I'm so excited! I leave for Saskatchewan in thirteen hours! I can't wait to see all my cousins out there again. I miss them, even though I saw some only two months ago for another cousin's wedding. My family seems to be full of happy news this year. My cousing Rosanna got married in May, my cousin Darren is getting married this Saturday, and my brother, Jared, is getting married on the 22nd. On top of all that, My oldest sister, Yvonne, is pregnant, and due on December 13th. What a wonderful Christmas present, hey?&lt;br /&gt;I should probably start packing my bags. I'm there for one week. I have a checklist ready this time, because whenever I travel anywhere, I tend to forget something. It doesn't matter how many times I double check, I still manage to leave something behind. I pray that won't happen this time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm really going to be able to blog stuff while I'm in Saskatchewan, so this may be my last blog for over a week. I know, you'll all miss me terribly. I promise when I get back I'll have lots to tell, including my adventures in flying and navigating airports all by myself for the first time ever. I'm flying home on my own next Thursday, so that should be interesting. I've never done this before. I'm kind of scared. Oh well. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, right?&lt;br /&gt;Right, I was going to go pack my bags, wasn't I? Guess I got a little distracted. I'm really leaving this time, so I will talk to you all when I get back. Until then, farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115214439114052613?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115214439114052613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115214439114052613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115214439114052613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115214439114052613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet Plane'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115203763037965083</id><published>2006-07-04T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:27:10.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>For the past few days, I have found myself home alone. The reason for this is that my two sisters, Tasha and Chrys, who still live at home have gone on a road trip to West Edmonton Mall. They are stopping there for a few days with my oldest sister Yvonne, and her husband, Eric, on the way to Saskatchewan for our cousin's wedding. Since both of them are gone, and both my parents work during the day, I am completely alone. I must admit that I enjoy this solitude. I get to blast Disney music in the kitchen without anyone complaining, I get to have the computer completely to myself instead of fighting over it with my sisters, and I can just hang out with myself, no interruptions. I know that sounds really dumb, but I enjoy having time to myself, just thinking about stuff and being me. I'm sure everyone can admit to pretending sometimes when around other people. Sometimes you just want to be alone. I have been alone, and I have enjoyed it. It's fun to be able to play the piano downstairs, knowing I suck, but not having anyone there to comment on it. Not that they do, anyway. But there's no way my family can enjoy it. I have four songs memorized, and I just play them over, and over, and over. Whenever I try to learn new stuff, it sounds terrible, and I'm scared to annoy other people.&lt;br /&gt;Although I do enjoy being alone every so often, I miss my siblings. They make life more interesting, more fun. I can't wait until I see them in Saskatchewan on Thursday. But until then, yay to alone time with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115203763037965083?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115203763037965083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115203763037965083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115203763037965083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115203763037965083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30621879.post-115198612714485677</id><published>2006-07-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:08:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogger</title><content type='html'>Yippee, I've started my very own blog. My life seems to have suddenly developed some interest to it. For example, my cousin and my brother are getting married, two weeks apart from each other. It's going to be very a very fun two weeks. I can't wait to see my brother standing up at the altar in a suit, waiting for my future sister-in-law to walk down the aisle. I don't think I've ever seen him in a suit. If I can figure out how to put on pictures, I'll try to do that every now and then. I'm a new blogger, so you're going to have to bear with me as I figure out exactly how this all works. For now, though, I'll say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30621879-115198612714485677?l=kaelis-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/feeds/115198612714485677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30621879&amp;postID=115198612714485677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115198612714485677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30621879/posts/default/115198612714485677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kaelis-life.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blogger.html' title='New Blogger'/><author><name>Kaeli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06411575677968873968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
