<?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-89041542322840416</id><updated>2011-07-31T01:30:17.803-06:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='goals'/><category term='New Years'/><category term='running'/><category term='Game night'/><title type='text'>365 Days of Ken</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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>200</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8381412579967484238</id><published>2009-10-09T21:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T22:07:27.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 282 - Don't Cry for me I'm a dead Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKnu66GPdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Nuxz-dSeEn8/s1600-h/10_9_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKnu66GPdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Nuxz-dSeEn8/s320/10_9_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391556128444661202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another show!  Each night before we go on stage I get to hang out with Holly Jo chillin' in her coffin.  It's a really good way to get pumped up for the show!  I'm actually kind of jealous of her, it looks real comfy in there.  Moments after this picture was taken I'm on stage hearing the news of Evita's death and emote all over the place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8381412579967484238?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8381412579967484238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-282-dont-cry-for-me-im-dead-lady.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8381412579967484238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8381412579967484238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-282-dont-cry-for-me-im-dead-lady.html' title='DAY 282 - Don&apos;t Cry for me I&apos;m a dead Lady'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKnu66GPdI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Nuxz-dSeEn8/s72-c/10_9_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4272242032132384942</id><published>2009-10-08T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:50:34.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 281 - Kickin' it Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKlgr5TqlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p1piMu0XKAs/s1600-h/10_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKlgr5TqlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p1piMu0XKAs/s320/10_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391553684873390674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amanda Kjar, a friend of mine from high school arranged a little get together for a bunch of us Viewmont High class of '95 grads... yes that's right class of 95.  Sounds so wrong.  I  joke that I live like I'm 24, but I think I'm really starting to believe I am 24.  As much as I enjoyed seeing people again, I really don't feel like I fit in with that group anymore.  Not that I ever really fit in that well before, but now its even more of a divide.  Amanda's house is about 2 or 3 blocks away from where she grew up, its a big "parents" type house.  I can't believe friends my age live in houses like that.  Wasn't just a starter home, and she has 4 kids, Heather has 4 as well.  Mandi's oldest is 11!!!  I felt a little out of place.  But I really didn't feel bad about myself.  I used to be jealous and compare myself to my friends that "had it all together."  But I realized my life is going how I want it to.  I liked going out and jumping in my little Acura that was surrounded by mini-vans.  It was fun to tell them that I am hoping to live downtown again, or maybe Chicago, so many options for me.  I know they are all happy with their lives too, we all have taken our own paths and each path is the right one for that person.  Maybe I am growing up a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4272242032132384942?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4272242032132384942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-281-kickin-it-old-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4272242032132384942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4272242032132384942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-281-kickin-it-old-school.html' title='DAY 281 - Kickin&apos; it Old School'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKlgr5TqlI/AAAAAAAAAjc/p1piMu0XKAs/s72-c/10_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-142686493189128632</id><published>2009-09-26T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:41:19.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 269 - Argentina wasn't built in 12 hours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKirEFk7zI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-d6DmlaRcgY/s1600-h/9_26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKirEFk7zI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-d6DmlaRcgY/s320/9_26.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391550564631113522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tech day = hell on earth.  Today was the day that starts off "Hell Week" 12 hours of rehearsal 8am-8pm.  And we pretty much used every moment.  We had pictures, then a run through to set light cues which took about 5 hours, then a little lunch break...  During the lunch break Holly Jo and I wanted to slip away to get a drink.  We had invited our friend Sean and I made the mistake of asking really loud if he was still going to come with us.  He said "no" but another random cast member overheard and invited herself.  Holly Jo and I spent a 10 minute awkward car ride to Starbucks with this strange cast member I'd never really talked to before.  She spout out obscenties and told awkward stories of her personal life.  Holly Jo and I both sat there wide eyed looking at each other trying to hold back the laughter...  Gotta love a good awkward situation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After lunch we did another run through with both casts.... It was a freakin' long day.  And the show pretty much sucks... well the leads are real good, but the rest of it, not so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-142686493189128632?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/142686493189128632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-269-argentina-wasnt-built-in-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/142686493189128632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/142686493189128632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-269-argentina-wasnt-built-in-12.html' title='DAY 269 - Argentina wasn&apos;t built in 12 hours!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKirEFk7zI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-d6DmlaRcgY/s72-c/9_26.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5854414226793167668</id><published>2009-09-10T21:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:26:35.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 253 - A Fair to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKgJvzDfGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bJCo_1IMS4c/s1600-h/9_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKgJvzDfGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bJCo_1IMS4c/s320/9_10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391547793225776226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothin' like the State Fair to make pretty much everyone feel like plain white trash... That's what I like about the fair, everyone is equal.  The fair proves everything can be fried, and that great works of art can be created by anyone.  &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKhfzB0IAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/N2AVM2HDiow/s320/9_10-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391549271561740290" /&gt;For example, what good Christian frat house wouldn't want a "Come Unto Me" paddle hanging on the wall?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5854414226793167668?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5854414226793167668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-253-fair-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5854414226793167668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5854414226793167668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-253-fair-to-remember.html' title='DAY 253 - A Fair to Remember'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKgJvzDfGI/AAAAAAAAAi8/bJCo_1IMS4c/s72-c/9_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-375653752542993784</id><published>2009-09-09T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:17:14.837-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 252 - 09/09/09 9:09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKeXfNsfnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kVA9s1RusGA/s1600-h/9_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKeXfNsfnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kVA9s1RusGA/s320/9_9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391545830269025906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was Sept 9th, so 09/09/09 and at exactly 9:09 PM I was sitting at Evita rehearsal...  Peter (the musical director) was probably yelling some constructive criticism such as "YOU SUCK!!!"  But anyway, 09.09.09 at 9:09 looked pretty much just like everyday the past month.  Seems like all I do is go to work and then to rehearsal.  What I sacrifice for art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-375653752542993784?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/375653752542993784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-252-090909-909.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/375653752542993784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/375653752542993784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-252-090909-909.html' title='DAY 252 - 09/09/09 9:09'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKeXfNsfnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/kVA9s1RusGA/s72-c/9_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8152096249284193855</id><published>2009-08-30T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:59:25.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 242 - Goodbye City Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKKGzS_P6I/AAAAAAAAAis/s7rFRlnPsIU/s1600-h/8_30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKKGzS_P6I/AAAAAAAAAis/s7rFRlnPsIU/s320/8_30.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391523553369604002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as Sam Malone did at Cheers, and Jack, Janet and Terri did in their Santa Monica apartment, and just like Chandler and Monica did at their Greenwich Village apartment, tonight I turned out the lights on my fabulous apartment in the avenues for the last time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very emotional day, I kind of felt like it wasn't really going to happen so I didn't think to prepare.  I had boxed a few things up the night before, and figured I just had the big stuff to move, I was wrong.  I had so much more than I thought.  Since I wasn't very organized and didn't really have a plan, I didn't want to ask for help.  I moved almost everything out by myself.  Brandy stopped by for a minute to help me with my bed.  It took the entire day and numerous truck rides to Centerville, I was moving non-stop.  Then I spent hours scrubbing and cleaning.  By the time I was done I was beat and an emotional wreck.  I really loved living in this area, and kind of felt a little bit like a loser for moving back in with the parents.  I may have had a few break downs caused by a mixture of exhuastion and toxic fumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have loved living in the city and I loved living in the nunnery!  It has been a life changing experience.  You wouldn't think moving 15 minutes away from where you grew up would be that big of a deal.  But there is definitely a different feel living downtown.  Although Utah isn't known for its diversity, it's a little refreshing to be in the city where there's not such a concentrated group of the same type people, it interesting to meet people with different ideas and opinions.  It was also so awesome to be within walking distance to really everything you would need.  I know I will be back again some day, and hopefully the next time I'll be there to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8152096249284193855?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8152096249284193855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-242-goodbye-city-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8152096249284193855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8152096249284193855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-242-goodbye-city-life.html' title='Day 242 - Goodbye City Life!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKKGzS_P6I/AAAAAAAAAis/s7rFRlnPsIU/s72-c/8_30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6814542120941189755</id><published>2009-08-28T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:44:20.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 240 - It's the last game night, its the boom squish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKJWc73mYI/AAAAAAAAAik/zCGiZR-lqYY/s1600-h/8_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKJWc73mYI/AAAAAAAAAik/zCGiZR-lqYY/s320/8_28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391522722733332866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the first weekends I was in my apartment we had a game night, it only seemed fitting that we have a final game night before I move back to the DC (Davis County).  Just like we did last year, we had some Papa Murphy's take and bake pizza and some giant drinks.  It was a good time, bitter sweet.  I love my little dinning room, was perfect for dinner parties and game nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6814542120941189755?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6814542120941189755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-240-its-last-game-night-its-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6814542120941189755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6814542120941189755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-240-its-last-game-night-its-boom.html' title='DAY 240 - It&apos;s the last game night, its the boom squish!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKJWc73mYI/AAAAAAAAAik/zCGiZR-lqYY/s72-c/8_28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6136915946763786243</id><published>2009-08-16T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:40:35.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 228 - C ya NYC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKH-R-nvjI/AAAAAAAAAic/dYfrEmMd0sg/s1600-h/8_17-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKH-R-nvjI/AAAAAAAAAic/dYfrEmMd0sg/s320/8_17-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391521207963598386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My last day in New York... tragically sad!  I went into the city and rented a bike, the rode up and down the Hudson River Parkway, also rode through parts of Chelsea and Greenwich Village.  When I'm in New York again I'm getting a bike for an entire day.  Was so easy to get around and you get to see so much, rather than just riding below ground in a hot smelly subway.  I also went to MOMA, but didn't have much time... I have to go back real soon, so much to see and not enough time.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To see all my pics go to my facebook page and look at the New York album. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6136915946763786243?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6136915946763786243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-228-c-ya-nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6136915946763786243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6136915946763786243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-228-c-ya-nyc.html' title='DAY 228 - C ya NYC!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKH-R-nvjI/AAAAAAAAAic/dYfrEmMd0sg/s72-c/8_17-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8471841273654523525</id><published>2009-08-13T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:34:04.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 225 - Losin' my HAIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKFzmO6CBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2FK26Z7wIUA/s320/8_13-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391518825398798354" /&gt;Today I met up with Nancy, James and Jeff for lunch.  I felt so New Yorky.  Nancy and I were trying to find each other, so we kept calling each other saying things like "I'm on the corner of 5th Ave and 42nd st" and "I'll meet you on Broadway"  I loved it, every minute of it.  After lunch we tried to win lottery tickets to "Hair" but we weren't as lucky as we had been the last 2 days (we won tickets for 9 to 5 again yesterday). &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKHRmW2xdI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZFr9FjxXijk/s320/8_13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391520440339842514" /&gt;So unfortunately I didn't get to see it.  I guess this as close as I'll ever get to Gavin Creel.  I did end up going to this funky dance, cirque de sole type show.  You stood for the whole thing, then they would wrangle you around for different little spectacles.  At one point a giant swimming pool thing was lowered down from above.  Everyone had to get on there knees it came down so far, there were these three ladies doing these swishy water movements right above you.  It was odd, but nothing I would ever go see or do in Utah, so of course I liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8471841273654523525?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8471841273654523525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-225-losin-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8471841273654523525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8471841273654523525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-225-losin-my-hair.html' title='DAY 225 - Losin&apos; my HAIR!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKFzmO6CBI/AAAAAAAAAiM/2FK26Z7wIUA/s72-c/8_13-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1208929803062184066</id><published>2009-08-11T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:24:52.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 223 - I Wanna Be A Part Of It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKEBBtGpQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/UQks8UHDl7I/s1600-h/8_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKEBBtGpQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/UQks8UHDl7I/s320/8_11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391516857088255234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY!!!!  I made it, Look at me in Times Square.  The first night in my week long visit to the best city in the world.  It's off to a great start.  We won lottery tickets to "9 to 5" we were on the 6th row.  I loved it!!!  It may be closing, but it was so much fun.  Alison Janney, Megan Hilty and Stephanie Block.  They were all awesome, after the show we enjoyed a big ole piece of Juniors cheese cake in the middle of Times Square.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKFFGyST0I/AAAAAAAAAiE/REaVzvadn18/s200/8_11-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391518026683273026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture of Me and Stephanie Block, who played Judy Burnley, the Jane Fonda role, she is also known for playing Elphoba in Wicked...  I like to call this picture "battle of the spray tans."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1208929803062184066?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1208929803062184066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-223-i-wanna-be-part-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1208929803062184066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1208929803062184066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-223-i-wanna-be-part-of-it.html' title='DAY 223 - I Wanna Be A Part Of It!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKEBBtGpQI/AAAAAAAAAh8/UQks8UHDl7I/s72-c/8_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5767483025392782708</id><published>2009-08-09T19:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:17:34.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 221 - The morning after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKCmtKScUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QnrDWV_n2wA/s320/8_9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391515305385292098" /&gt;We made it through the night!  Just a few roots in the back, some barking dogs and unseasonably cold weather, but the camp out was a success!  I loved it, Brandy has the perfect backyard for camping.  Big tress, water features, fire pit, and drunkin neighbors.  Who'd have thunk such an oasis existed in the heart of South Salt Lake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKDcZbA-yI/AAAAAAAAAh0/FIx4yq1BLK4/s320/8_9-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391516227799677730" /&gt;Happy 35th Brandy!  Next year will be even better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5767483025392782708?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5767483025392782708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-221-morning-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5767483025392782708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5767483025392782708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-221-morning-after.html' title='DAY 221 - The morning after'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKCmtKScUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/QnrDWV_n2wA/s72-c/8_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8237113907196590544</id><published>2009-08-08T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:12:10.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 220 - Brandy's Birthdy Bogo Pogo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKBl5lElqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FL6WlV9UBpI/s1600-h/8_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKBl5lElqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FL6WlV9UBpI/s320/8_8.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391514192027358882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandy's birthday celebration lasted most of the week.  We had dinner at the Red Iguana one night, then she had several other events, but the finale to the week long festivities was the birthday camp out in her back yard.  We had cake and watched "Strictly Ballroom" on the big projector outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8237113907196590544?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8237113907196590544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-220-brandys-birthdy-bogo-pogo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8237113907196590544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8237113907196590544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-220-brandys-birthdy-bogo-pogo.html' title='DAY 220 - Brandy&apos;s Birthdy Bogo Pogo!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StKBl5lElqI/AAAAAAAAAhk/FL6WlV9UBpI/s72-c/8_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5702498978406490628</id><published>2009-07-25T19:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:07:52.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 206 - Mi! A name I call myself!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ_tz6tOcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VuvNgL4T-08/s1600-h/7_25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ_tz6tOcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VuvNgL4T-08/s320/7_25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391512128923187650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I was invited to a "Sound of Music" Party.  I was told it was a big costume party and everyone was going to be dressing up like their favorite character and the such.  I was also told to bring a dish to share that went with the theme.  I stressed about the costume.  I didn't want to go to over the top, and I didn't want to put much effort into it, and I'm really not a huge Sound of Music fan.  So after a little thought I decided I would go as "Mi" a name I call myself.  So I got a generic white shirt and ironed on "Mi"  I also made some lemon drop cupcakes and called them "drop of golden sun" cupcakes.  When I arrived at the party, NOBODY was dressed up, and I only knew 2 people.  The pot luck was mainly middle eastern type food, nothing to do with Sound of Music.  I spent most of the night sitting awkwardly quiet on a large sectional leather couch smashed between two strangers on a very hot July night... my arms and sides were drenched and I was pretty much stuck to the couch by the time movie was done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5702498978406490628?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5702498978406490628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-206-mi-name-i-call-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5702498978406490628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5702498978406490628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-206-mi-name-i-call-myself.html' title='DAY 206 - Mi! A name I call myself!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ_tz6tOcI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VuvNgL4T-08/s72-c/7_25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2380610023085699837</id><published>2009-07-23T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:58:50.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 204 - Ken will be singing as he walks, and walks and walks, and waaaaalks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9uUd8rXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fFGkct_9zKA/s1600-h/7_23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9uUd8rXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fFGkct_9zKA/s320/7_23.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391509938637679986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this fine Pioneer Day Eve I thought it would be fun to drive along 2nd East and see all the people camping out in anticipation for tomorrow's big parade.  Apparently a young man from Taylorsville was also engrossed in the excitement, or possibly texting members of his young mens group to see where they were camped out and making bets on whether or not their Stake's Float was going to take home the Larry H. Miller memorial grand prize win.  Whatever the reason, he was not paying attention, and his old school 80's Ford Bronco plowed into my little Mazda 6.  It smunched it pretty good.  I wasn't able to drive it, it had to be towed away.  Poor little Ken couldn't get a hold of anyone to come pick him up, so he gathered all the belongings he could hold in his hand, then hung his head low and walked the long 5 block journey home...  Now I know how the mormons must have felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2380610023085699837?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2380610023085699837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-204-ken-will-be-singing-as-he-walks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2380610023085699837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2380610023085699837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-204-ken-will-be-singing-as-he-walks.html' title='DAY 204 - Ken will be singing as he walks, and walks and walks, and waaaaalks.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9uUd8rXI/AAAAAAAAAhU/fFGkct_9zKA/s72-c/7_23.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4676967925856532740</id><published>2009-07-20T18:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:51:42.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 201 - They went to Europe and all I got was this chocolate bar?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9G2yyhaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gy3F_rmbFH4/s1600-h/7_20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9G2yyhaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gy3F_rmbFH4/s320/7_20.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391509260657132962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Clete and Greg spent 3 weeks traveling Europe and Scandanavia.  Tonight was the first time I'd seen them since they got back... They brought me some real Swiss Chocolate... Yum!!!  It was soooo good.  Smooth and creamy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4676967925856532740?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4676967925856532740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-201-they-went-to-europe-and-all-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4676967925856532740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4676967925856532740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-201-they-went-to-europe-and-all-i.html' title='DAY 201 - They went to Europe and all I got was this chocolate bar?!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ9G2yyhaI/AAAAAAAAAhM/gy3F_rmbFH4/s72-c/7_20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5118059339892351965</id><published>2009-07-18T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:49:01.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 199 - Park City has a Whorehouse in it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ8EticfFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MalDMbWq3y4/s1600-h/7_18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ8EticfFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MalDMbWq3y4/s320/7_18.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391508124301294674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess, Tyson and I went up to see "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas" at the Egyptian Theater in Park City.  We had a big case of the church giggles and got some not so pleasant looks from those sitting around us.  The show was..... well, it was entertaining.  Especially to us, we found it very amusing, and maybe not the way they had intended.  The music was good, and everyone was real talented, just a little interesting choreography.... and maybe the show's a little cheesey to begin with.  Dolly, Burt and Dom may be the only people that can actually pull it off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5118059339892351965?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5118059339892351965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-199-park-city-has-whorehouse-in-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5118059339892351965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5118059339892351965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-199-park-city-has-whorehouse-in-it.html' title='DAY 199 - Park City has a Whorehouse in it!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ8EticfFI/AAAAAAAAAhE/MalDMbWq3y4/s72-c/7_18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6146032686791022773</id><published>2009-07-14T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:44:28.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 195 - Smores you think you can dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ6_GsaapI/AAAAAAAAAg0/InQ3e2eTUog/s1600-h/7_14-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ6_GsaapI/AAAAAAAAAg0/InQ3e2eTUog/s320/7_14-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391506928463145618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smores and So You Think You Can Dance at Brandy's.  And obviously Cassie Pickle and I can dance somethin' fierce!  The beauty of it really... It has such a bold statement.  Cassie represents fear and I am courage rising and kicking fear in the gut... seek happiness!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ7S-tusKI/AAAAAAAAAg8/smicNzC3_fs/s200/7_14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391507269918568610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6146032686791022773?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6146032686791022773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-195-smores-you-think-you-can-dance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6146032686791022773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6146032686791022773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-195-smores-you-think-you-can-dance.html' title='DAY 195 - Smores you think you can dance?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ6_GsaapI/AAAAAAAAAg0/InQ3e2eTUog/s72-c/7_14-3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-993586884016246470</id><published>2009-07-13T18:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:38:59.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 194 - The Blair Witch Trampoline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ5-uCtVdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zwJxfkLTO3U/s1600-h/7_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ5-uCtVdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zwJxfkLTO3U/s320/7_13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391505822334146002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pictures looks kinda creepy, like jumping on the trampoline at the Blair Witch's house.  But really its Clete and Greg's backyard.  They were in Sweden and I would stop by from time to time to borrow the DVR and watch my stories, then do a little trampoline jumping late into the night.  It's really not creepy, and looks perfectly normal during the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-993586884016246470?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/993586884016246470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-194-blair-witch-trampoline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/993586884016246470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/993586884016246470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-194-blair-witch-trampoline.html' title='DAY 194 - The Blair Witch Trampoline'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ5-uCtVdI/AAAAAAAAAgs/zwJxfkLTO3U/s72-c/7_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1556227601941910198</id><published>2009-07-12T18:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:39:29.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 193 - There's only one Lagoon... for the 2nd time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ4v2qhYeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AR6IefWM3oc/s1600-h/7_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ4v2qhYeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AR6IefWM3oc/s200/7_12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391504467438952930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Several summers have passed since I have been to Lagoon multiple times.  When I was a kid we were there several times a week.... What were we thinking??  I went twice this year, and the second time I was all ready kind of over it.   Alane and I went to see Josh Brodis in one of the shows.  We spent most of the time in Pioneer Village at the little BBQ place just chatting, and then just rode the sky ride... Mainly because I only had an entrance pass and I was too chicken to try and sneak on to any of the big time rides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1556227601941910198?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1556227601941910198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-193-theres-only-one-lagoon-for-2nd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1556227601941910198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1556227601941910198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-193-theres-only-one-lagoon-for-2nd.html' title='DAY 193 - There&apos;s only one Lagoon... for the 2nd time!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ4v2qhYeI/AAAAAAAAAgk/AR6IefWM3oc/s72-c/7_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7712738691784864047</id><published>2009-07-11T18:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:30:26.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 192 - Games in O-town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ2dHm-KdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/95fcY_Dc-pQ/s320/7_11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391501946546694610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had a little game night at Nick and Lance's.  Bid farewell to Melissa and Liji as they head off to India for a year or more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made some tasty cupcakes.  Chocolate frosted ones had cookie dough in the center and the ones with the others had a peanut butter filling.  YUM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ3h6sK9gI/AAAAAAAAAgc/mz3-4Flafqg/s200/7_11-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391503128489817602" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7712738691784864047?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7712738691784864047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-192-games-in-o-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7712738691784864047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7712738691784864047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-192-games-in-o-town.html' title='Day 192 - Games in O-town'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/StJ2dHm-KdI/AAAAAAAAAgU/95fcY_Dc-pQ/s72-c/7_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3141666974550490775</id><published>2009-07-09T16:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:03:03.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 190 - Guess your not going to play me a song Piano Man!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6yCY7BuKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dWLs3ccYjr0/s1600-h/IMG_1225_cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6yCY7BuKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dWLs3ccYjr0/s320/IMG_1225_cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358916360736979106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a musical evening fer sure!  I went with Brandy to the Twilight Concert at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gallivan&lt;/span&gt; Center.  I didn't know any of the music, it was Jenny Lewis, all I know is that she was in "Troupe Beverly Hills" with the vastly talented Shelly Long!  Shortly before we left I heard the "old gang" was going to be meeting at Keys on Main later on to watch the dueling piano show.  So after the concert we walked back up to my house, I changed and went back down to Keys on Main and met Latoya, Jess, Ty, Andrew, Liz and Matt for the show.  It was a a good time.  I have been to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tavernacle&lt;/span&gt;, which is also another dueling piano bar.  I personally think it was a lot more fun.  The piano players were a lot more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;entertaining&lt;/span&gt; and seemed to have a better &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;repertior&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;etiquette&lt;/span&gt;, so I gave them $3 for my request....but apparently that was offensive, they require more.  I was extremely bitter that I paid $3 to hear a bunch of other people's lame requests.  Every time there was a lull, I would rub my finger nails together and yell out "stumble out of bed grab a cup of ambition..."  trying to inspire them to play my 9 to 5 request... But to no avail.  We decided to leave around 11.  But overall it was a good time, I've always wanted to go there, now I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3141666974550490775?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3141666974550490775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-191-guess-your-not-going-to-play-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3141666974550490775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3141666974550490775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-191-guess-your-not-going-to-play-me.html' title='DAY 190 - Guess your not going to play me a song Piano Man!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6yCY7BuKI/AAAAAAAAAfU/dWLs3ccYjr0/s72-c/IMG_1225_cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1787011626516672966</id><published>2009-07-08T16:36:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:02:49.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 189 - I See London I See France...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6zuqgkPsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jJVAdsthPrI/s1600-h/IMG_1223_censored.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6zuqgkPsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jJVAdsthPrI/s320/IMG_1223_censored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358918220883705538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latoya is all settled in to her condo.  Yay for her, so tonight she had us all over for a little housewarming.  I guess you're suppose to bring a gift to something like that.  I didn't though, I brought Sun Chips.. I think that counts, its not really a home until you have the crisp, baked not fried, whole grain goodness available for your consumption.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was another night of sitting around reminiscing and possibly making fun of people.  Of course not in a mean spirited manner.  It has been a lot of fun having the Noyes family around, I've seen Liz, Jan and Dave more this trip than I have in years.  What a treat.. really it is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took several pictures, but I must have a x-ray vision flash, cause every time we took a picture on my camera you could see the whites of Liz's unmentionables shining through her black shirt...hence the censorship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1787011626516672966?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1787011626516672966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-190-i-see-london-i-see-france.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1787011626516672966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1787011626516672966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-190-i-see-london-i-see-france.html' title='DAY 189 - I See London I See France...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6zuqgkPsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/jJVAdsthPrI/s72-c/IMG_1223_censored.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2410413597913416640</id><published>2009-07-07T15:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:51:30.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 188 - Moon Walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6wkoPVmQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6oRsf8Rep2s/s1600-h/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6wkoPVmQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6oRsf8Rep2s/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358914749940996354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned Tuesdays are a bit blah to me.  They lack the utter depression of a Monday, but come too early for midweek celebration.  Therefore it is Tuesday, I was not utterly depressed nor celebratory...does celebratory mean: to celebrate, or does it mean: obstaining from sexual relations?  Either way, there was no celebration nor sexual relations, if you must know... geez you blog people are so nosey!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a stroll over to Clete and Greg's to get their mail for them since they are vacationing in Scandanavia.  Then I meandered slowly home taking in the sights of this beautiful summers eve.  I love living in the Avenues and tried to capture some of the mysterious charm of the neighborhood on this moon lit night.  The picture isn't blurry, the building was... I promise... mysterious...oooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6xSSfgPFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sy88LYhaoRc/s1600-h/Michael.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6xSSfgPFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/sy88LYhaoRc/s320/Michael.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358915534377204818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was also an important day in pop culture history.  It was Michael Jackson's memorial service.  I was an average fan of Michael, I have tried to do the zombie thriller dance and moon walk at social events.  I have some of his albums, and I enjoy them.  But I was not a super fan by any means.  But whenever some big event like this occurs I get sucked into the media frenzy, not going to lie.  I'm one of those people that are bringing up the ratings so that the news stations are focusing on this event rather than the rioting in Iran or the collapsing government in Honduras.  Those things happen all the time, but the King of Pop only dies once.  I spent 4 hours of my work day streaming coverage on CNN, NBC, and CBS.  I needed the view of the funeral procession from all angles.  I had to watch the constant replays of Mariah Carey's vocal debacle, but touching performance, Brooke Shields heartfelt goodbye, and Jennifer Hudsons amazing rendition of "Will You Be There."  I can't help myself, I even got teary eyed at the creepy family tribute when little Paris proclaimed her love for her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all know Michael Jackson was kind of weird, but he had an abnormal childhood and probably not very good role models.  If we trust in the judicial system he was proven innocent to all of the accusations, and I wasn't there and don't have all the information about that so I can't make a judgement.  I just choose to remember him as he was in the early days, when he was thanking the girls in the balcony and when my sister Kelli and her best friend Cheri would call each other on the phone every time they showed him sitting in the audience on the grammy awards one year.  He really was unique and will live on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2410413597913416640?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2410413597913416640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-188-moon-walkin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2410413597913416640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2410413597913416640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-188-moon-walkin.html' title='DAY 188 - Moon Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6wkoPVmQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/6oRsf8Rep2s/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1601020411991627875</id><published>2009-07-06T15:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:40:38.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 187 - Its so hard to be Softh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6vF-uWeVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TooWsZg_YEM/s1600-h/IMG_1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6vF-uWeVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TooWsZg_YEM/s320/IMG_1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358913123889084754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to lunch with a friend of mine at the Sandy Betos.  When placing my order I reviewed the menu carefully, as I'm not good at the decision making process.  I decided I was quite thirsty and I was happy to see that the combo meal came "with softh drink."  I was so excited to find out what a softh drink was like... turns out its much the same as a soft drink, but with more of a lisp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1601020411991627875?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1601020411991627875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-187-its-so-hard-to-be-softh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1601020411991627875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1601020411991627875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-187-its-so-hard-to-be-softh.html' title='DAY 187 - Its so hard to be Softh'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sl6vF-uWeVI/AAAAAAAAAe0/TooWsZg_YEM/s72-c/IMG_1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1562874387870644639</id><published>2009-07-05T00:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:21:34.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 186 - Bless You and Your Sticky Toes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGT8hd4zbI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rh2hXF0hzNk/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGT8hd4zbI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rh2hXF0hzNk/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355224099905392050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt and Lisa blessed little baby Cash today.  It's always nice to get together with the old gang.  Can't believe that we're all grown up, we've known each other almost 20 years!  Crazy!!  Too bad I don't have any pics from back in the day, it was even an ordeal to try to get this one taken.  Luckily we were able to get everyone together between the mothers milk expressing sessions.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the little open house Jess, Tyson and I headed out to PF Chengs for some dinner then to see Away We Go at the Broadway.  I love that movie, and I love Jess and Tyson, such a fun and funny couple.  I love seeing movies at the Broadway Centre too, its so classy.  The little Asian man with his tight Khaki shorts had to fix the coke machine so we could get our beverages, it caused a little leakage and spraying soda.  When we finally had our drinks and headed into the theater we heard the nice lady from behind the counter say.. "I have the stickiest toes ever!"  I hope to never hear that phrase again in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1562874387870644639?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1562874387870644639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-186-bless-you-and-your-sticky-toes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1562874387870644639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1562874387870644639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-186-bless-you-and-your-sticky-toes.html' title='DAY 186 - Bless You and Your Sticky Toes'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGT8hd4zbI/AAAAAAAAAes/Rh2hXF0hzNk/s72-c/IMG_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5642407111566281160</id><published>2009-07-02T00:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:11:19.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 183 - Skeerin' up a mess of sumthin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTwzMh8SI/AAAAAAAAAek/4d-xgjNwhZI/s1600-h/IMG_1170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTwzMh8SI/AAAAAAAAAek/4d-xgjNwhZI/s320/IMG_1170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223898505998626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this picture pretty much sums up my life.  My sisters always ganging up on poor little innocent Kenny!  And Mish probably actual has a recipe for this spell we're cooking up, she will be first to admit she may be part Witch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was more touristyness.  We went to the Museum of Natural History at the U of U then to the Salt Lake City Arts Center, and ate at Hires!  It was a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the quality time with my sisters I stopped by Clete and Greg's to wish them well on their European Vacation, and then went down to Matt and Lisa's to see the Noyes family.  Such a good day, got to see almost all my favorite people in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5642407111566281160?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5642407111566281160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-183-skeerin-up-mess-of-sumthin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5642407111566281160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5642407111566281160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-183-skeerin-up-mess-of-sumthin.html' title='DAY 183 - Skeerin&apos; up a mess of sumthin&apos;'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTwzMh8SI/AAAAAAAAAek/4d-xgjNwhZI/s72-c/IMG_1170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6300060473989368404</id><published>2009-07-01T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T15:05:58.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 182 - Static at the Drive-In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTmvcGw1I/AAAAAAAAAec/7tMfMJs-Bv4/s1600-h/IMG_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTmvcGw1I/AAAAAAAAAec/7tMfMJs-Bv4/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223725698892626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a little tradition in our family to go to the drive in when everyone's in town.  During the summer when I was in Jr. High we were at the drive in at least once a week or more... That's how I was able to see Pretty Women 17 times, the majority of those viewing were at the drive in.  Tonight we saw Up and The Proposal.  When we first got there we tried to get the sound to come through on the assigned station, but it was just a mixture of the movie and X96 and static.  We were able to find the audio for every other movie around us, I think we even intercepted Hitlers olympic opening ceremony address from 1939, but we couldn't get out own movie to come through.  We saw some other people struggling to find it too, they ended up moving and then seemed to be fine.  So we moved the car over a few feet and the signal started coming in.  We parked the car opened up the back and started getting set up, then the static returned.  Blame it on sunspots, or swine flu, but it wasn't working for us.  We tried moving again, all we had to do was move the car a few inches and it came through loud and clear.  Finally we were able to watch the movie static free!  Too bad we missed the first 15 minutes of Up, I have no clue how why he got Up, but as long as it doesn't last more than 4 hours he should be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6300060473989368404?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6300060473989368404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-182-static-at-drive-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6300060473989368404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6300060473989368404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-182-static-at-drive-in.html' title='DAY 182 - Static at the Drive-In'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTmvcGw1I/AAAAAAAAAec/7tMfMJs-Bv4/s72-c/IMG_1168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7606194351788861539</id><published>2009-06-28T00:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:57:31.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 179 - Art in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTYvrIiVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/agTLkhyl-cY/s1600-h/IMG_1158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTYvrIiVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/agTLkhyl-cY/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223485243754834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we got some culture in, we went to the Salt Lake City Art's Festival.  It was a good time, however I don't have a spare 10k for a rusty metal junk skeleton, it is what I've always wanted, I'll have to save up for next year I guess.  There were some things a little more affordable I would like to have.  I need to start collecting some original art, I'm not a fan of all my home decor coming from Target.  I'm suppose to be a little more artsy than that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the arts fest, we drove around a little bit, Mish wanted to go find one of her friends old houses in the Avenues, then we drove up new Ensign Peak and took some pics.  My sisters have lived in Utah most of their lives, but for some reason they wanted to pretend to be tourists this trip.  Its OK with me, I love hanging out in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7606194351788861539?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7606194351788861539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-179-art-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7606194351788861539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7606194351788861539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-179-art-in-city.html' title='DAY 179 - Art in the city'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTYvrIiVI/AAAAAAAAAeU/agTLkhyl-cY/s72-c/IMG_1158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1960796195750311825</id><published>2009-06-27T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:48:38.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 178 - Tastes Great...Less Filling!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTEeJvr6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/A5_H9mgOJIQ/s1600-h/IMG_1141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTEeJvr6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/A5_H9mgOJIQ/s320/IMG_1141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355223136942927778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was my works Lagoon Day, I brought Kelli along to enjoy the fun that is Lagoon.  We ended up not going until later on in the evening, it was perfect!  Lines weren't too long, and it wasn't too hot.  I love Lagoon even after all these years.  My favorite ride is the Tidal Wave for some reason, and it has to be ridden at 10:30 right before the park closes, so you can jump off, run around and ride it again without waiting in line, and you have to be on the very back row...these are the rules of the Tidal Wave.  We even tried to get things going with yelling "Tastes Great!" as the other side is suppose to respond "Less Filling" but apparently the kids these days don't appreciate a good beer commercial, they had no clue, but it brought back great memories.  Loved today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1960796195750311825?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1960796195750311825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-178-tastes-greatless-filling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1960796195750311825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1960796195750311825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-178-tastes-greatless-filling.html' title='DAY 178 - Tastes Great...Less Filling!!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGTEeJvr6I/AAAAAAAAAeM/A5_H9mgOJIQ/s72-c/IMG_1141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7468687968569559424</id><published>2009-06-25T23:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:44:13.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 176 - Lets get together, yeah yeah yeah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGSF2GiqCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b1myT1AyGfg/s1600-h/IMG_1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGSF2GiqCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b1myT1AyGfg/s320/IMG_1130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355222061040183330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY, we're all together again!!  So lets check out what each other are doing on Facebook!!  Kelli got in tonight, I went home after a late, late night at work... didn't get off til almost 9pm... It sucked!!  I was so excited to see Kelli, when I got home this was the sight, everyone sitting around staring at their laptops.  So much for interpersonal communication.  Who needs to spend time in person, we can just update our status on Facebook and it saves on airfare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7468687968569559424?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7468687968569559424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-were-all-together-again-so-lets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7468687968569559424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7468687968569559424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay-were-all-together-again-so-lets.html' title='DAY 176 - Lets get together, yeah yeah yeah'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGSF2GiqCI/AAAAAAAAAeE/b1myT1AyGfg/s72-c/IMG_1130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1854934389113288546</id><published>2009-06-21T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:55:54.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 172 - Papa's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGRHpdUvKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iGLOkStFH9Y/s1600-h/IMG_1127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGRHpdUvKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iGLOkStFH9Y/s320/IMG_1127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355220992494189730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!  And mom's birthday...  However, we've decided to wait for Kelli to get home to celebrate mom's b-day, and mom wasn't feeling so good today.  So we just celebrated Father's Day with a little steak barbecue, and of course any reason to bake.  I made lemon cupcakes with lemon filling and cream cheese frosting....yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1854934389113288546?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1854934389113288546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-172-papas-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1854934389113288546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1854934389113288546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-172-papas-day.html' title='DAY 172 - Papa&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGRHpdUvKI/AAAAAAAAAd8/iGLOkStFH9Y/s72-c/IMG_1127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4217972631340719455</id><published>2009-06-19T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:51:47.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 170 -SISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQrOB9fKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jGDRNe5XroE/s1600-h/IMG_1125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQrOB9fKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jGDRNe5XroE/s320/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355220504095325346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YAY!!  Mish is here, picked her up from the airport late tonight.  She'll be here for a little over 2 weeks.  So excited.  Kelli will be home next week, we'll all be together.  There were never such devoted sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4217972631340719455?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4217972631340719455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-170-sista.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4217972631340719455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4217972631340719455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-170-sista.html' title='DAY 170 -SISTA'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQrOB9fKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/jGDRNe5XroE/s72-c/IMG_1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-444817882617780252</id><published>2009-06-18T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:49:44.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 169 - Angels and Demons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQNO8Q0TI/AAAAAAAAAds/Xp72Aql__2g/s1600-h/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQNO8Q0TI/AAAAAAAAAds/Xp72Aql__2g/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355219988943786290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Movie with Max... went to see Angels and Demons...  was pretty good.  Don't want to give anything away, but what's with that helecopter scene above the Vatican, kinda went a little too Sci Fi for me at that point.  But a decent movie overall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-444817882617780252?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/444817882617780252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-169-angels-and-demons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/444817882617780252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/444817882617780252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-169-angels-and-demons.html' title='DAY 169 - Angels and Demons'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGQNO8Q0TI/AAAAAAAAAds/Xp72Aql__2g/s72-c/IMG_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1495202918962377158</id><published>2009-06-17T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:47:40.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 168 - Aint this the kind of wether for slappin leather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGPQECE9SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GxFP4oYqFls/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGPQECE9SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GxFP4oYqFls/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355218938043364642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alisa is a super star, she sang the national anthem at the Buzz game. After her little song I waited around for an hour for the game to start...only to realize the game had been going for 50 minutes.  Its so hard to tell with baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1495202918962377158?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1495202918962377158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-16-aint-this-kind-of-wether-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1495202918962377158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1495202918962377158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-16-aint-this-kind-of-wether-for.html' title='DAY 168 - Aint this the kind of wether for slappin leather'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGPQECE9SI/AAAAAAAAAdk/GxFP4oYqFls/s72-c/IMG_1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3257863678915723932</id><published>2009-06-14T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:43:42.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 165 -</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGOeK7fxOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/H8ASUwbDBsY/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355218080901350626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance, Nick, Me and Brandy having a little brunch at the Oaks up Ogden Canyon.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got to sample some of the specialty drinks at th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e new and imporved Kaffe Mercantile.  So excited for those boys, such a cool little shop!  All craftsmany feel like Frank Lloyd Wright tossin' back some Chai!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGO9rv969I/AAAAAAAAAdc/lIT5fwmj7Ng/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355218622287309778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3257863678915723932?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3257863678915723932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-165.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3257863678915723932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3257863678915723932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-165.html' title='DAY 165 -'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGOeK7fxOI/AAAAAAAAAdU/H8ASUwbDBsY/s72-c/IMG_1091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3245422309750274269</id><published>2009-06-13T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:39:12.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 164 - Saturday is a special day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today was a super saturday started off at Farmers Market with Brandy, then to Ruth's Diner for brunch...  A little disapointed in Ruths' makeover, it has turned into a Village Inn in a quaint location.  Strongly disagree with the vinyl booths and teal and tope decor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left my tamales I had ordered from a lady at work, in the work fridge.  I really wanted to have one for lunch, so I took a drive to Sandy to pick them up...  I didn't realize I would be risking my life in the scariest thunderstorm ever.  The rain was coming down so hard, all of us on the freeway, just gave up and stopped the windshield wipers just couldn't keep up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the evening Nick and Lance were in town and stopped by to say "hi."  We made plans for brunch and a preview of the coffee shop for tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3245422309750274269?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3245422309750274269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-164-saturday-is-special-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3245422309750274269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3245422309750274269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-164-saturday-is-special-day.html' title='DAY 164 - Saturday is a special day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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-89041542322840416.post-5276360644065121903</id><published>2009-06-12T23:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:30:36.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 163 - Take a chance, Take a chance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGLY9rLBRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6wnOWwddwaY/s320/IMG_1089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355214692908991762" /&gt;Friday night movies in the park...  Love Mama Mia, and so do the little boys, they can sing every song...  Too bad it has freaking rained on every outdoor event this entire summer.  I blame Al Gore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGL1J3YDAI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8ZKE4RDsb6w/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355215177217739778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5276360644065121903?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5276360644065121903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-163-take-chance-take-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5276360644065121903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5276360644065121903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-163-take-chance-take-chance.html' title='DAY 163 - Take a chance, Take a chance...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGLY9rLBRI/AAAAAAAAAdE/6wnOWwddwaY/s72-c/IMG_1089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2617498165641330578</id><published>2009-06-11T23:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:40:24.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY  162 - WHOA Kelly Clarkson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGLB0pZDuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/L7b7d8314a4/s1600-h/IMG_1083.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGLB0pZDuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/L7b7d8314a4/s320/IMG_1083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355214295348612834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yay!  Kelly Clarkson concert... or a small selection of songs, don't know if it qualifies for an entire concert.  It lasted less than an hour.  But it was well worth it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2617498165641330578?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2617498165641330578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-whoa-kelly-clarkson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2617498165641330578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2617498165641330578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-whoa-kelly-clarkson.html' title='DAY  162 - WHOA Kelly Clarkson'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SlGLB0pZDuI/AAAAAAAAAc8/L7b7d8314a4/s72-c/IMG_1083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4960457426954420278</id><published>2009-06-10T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:25:54.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 161 - What's New Buenos Ares?  Anything?  Well good to hear from ya.</title><content type='html'>Hump day! Yay!  Today was a day.  No real highs, no real lows.  I did find out I made it into the ensemble of Evita...shocker!  Chatted on Facebook all night with Alane, so it wasn't a big surprise.  There are going to be amazing leads, I'm sure the show is going to be really good.  Its not done much, so hopefully people will go see it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so unproductive all night, I sat on the computer and watched TV.  I was going to clean...didn't... was going to work on videos....didn't....was going to solve the national economic crisis.....didn't.  Why does being productive have to be so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE9YYS-CAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SnhaNvCw4m0/s320/IMG_1076.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346121721713657858" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 11:30 my friend Max texted me.  He had moved to Iowa a month or so ago, but things didn't work out so he's back here now.  He wanted to hang out.  And since I recently found out I would be in Evita I thought it would be good to go do some research with my authentic Argentinian friend.  ;)  It was a good time, we just hung out at Coffee Break til far too late, got home around 2:30 am, I'm such a wild one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4960457426954420278?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4960457426954420278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-160-whats-new-buenos-ares-anything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4960457426954420278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4960457426954420278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-160-whats-new-buenos-ares-anything.html' title='DAY 161 - What&apos;s New Buenos Ares?  Anything?  Well good to hear from ya.'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE9YYS-CAI/AAAAAAAAAc0/SnhaNvCw4m0/s72-c/IMG_1076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7838072938896317792</id><published>2009-06-09T15:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:23.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 160 - Dancin, Dancin, Dancin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE5oiVmCZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CQg4KFKUvVk/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE5oiVmCZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CQg4KFKUvVk/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346117601240418706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dancin&lt;/span&gt; in my life lately.  I don't even know what that's about.  Tonight we watched Vegas week of So You Think You Can Dance...  I still am not sold.  Some of those judges are mean, for some reason the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; choreographer lady went of on this guy, who seems amazing to me, then they cut this girl who I though was TONS better than a lot of others they showed.  I don't get it at all, and only one of the tap dancing brothers made it...  It seemed like a lot of people had shocked faces tonight, there was some definite drama going on as some of the favorites didn't make it through, we all put on our best shocked faces to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;commemorate&lt;/span&gt; the occasion... I spent a lot of the time reading magazines off Brandy's coffee table.  I found a few new recipe's I would like to try from Martha Stewart Living, Pound Cake done 10 ways, Lemon, Strawberry Shortcake Cookies, YUM!!  All this dancing makes me hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7838072938896317792?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7838072938896317792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-160-dancin-dancin-dancin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7838072938896317792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7838072938896317792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-160-dancin-dancin-dancin.html' title='DAY 160 - Dancin, Dancin, Dancin'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE5oiVmCZI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CQg4KFKUvVk/s72-c/IMG_1074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1354297605300990257</id><published>2009-06-08T15:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:31.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 159 - The rhythm finally got me</title><content type='html'>I guess Gloria Estephan was right...the rhythm finally got me... Tonight was call backs for Evita, we had to do a short little dance combo thing.  I was really worried, I'm not what you would call a dancer.  But it was really easy, a few cross over steps a jazz square and some spins... I do that while walking down the street, this aint no dance number?!  After that we had to learn parts to one of the songs, then stand in a line and be the only person on the specific part singing, plus we had to learn two parts.  I did the baritone and bass.  Once again...I'm not a singer, I didn't do well.  But due to the fact there were only about 10 men there, I'm pretty sure I have a good chance... Who knows, maybe I shouldn't be so cocky about it.  To be honest, I'd be fine either way, Evita is by no means my favorite show, and there is nothing for me in it.  I'll be ensemble, which is fine, but I have more fun doing shows where there is a little bit of comedy.  I'm thinking maybe musicals aren't my thing.  My new goal is to go to one of the theaters downtown and try to get in to a play someday.  Don't know if that's really my thing either, but I've never done it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE5Knkqa5I/AAAAAAAAAck/aEIu8uuwsJU/s320/IMG_1072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346117087249722258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I got home from the call back, I walked over to Clete and Greg's and watched the season finale of Ugly Betty, never saw it, just gettin caught up.  It was a nice night for a walk, got sprinkled on a bit, but not too bad.  Once again... I'm going to miss living down here.  Hopefully I won't be gone long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1354297605300990257?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1354297605300990257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-159-rhythm-finally-got-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1354297605300990257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1354297605300990257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-159-rhythm-finally-got-me.html' title='DAY 159 - The rhythm finally got me'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE5Knkqa5I/AAAAAAAAAck/aEIu8uuwsJU/s72-c/IMG_1072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4237119396856881582</id><published>2009-06-07T14:06:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:38.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 158 - Don't Rain on my Parade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE01tOSdGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bqXlx_pmv_Q/s1600-h/IMG_1069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE01tOSdGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bqXlx_pmv_Q/s320/IMG_1069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346112329942725730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the Gay Pride Parade in Salt Lake, it was just blocks away from my house, so I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought I'd go meet Clete, Greg and Brandy to chec&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k out the freaks.  I mean how often do you see giant chinese dragonesque condoms dancing down the streets of Salt Lake City.  It's sad that gay pride seems to focus on the weirdest, freakiest sector of the gay community.  But it is still quality entertainment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE3gM5eKjI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9_1EMm6vlpY/s200/IMG_1058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346115259023108658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The skies were really dark this morning but it wasn't raining when I left, as I started to walk it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; began to sprinkle.  By the time I met up with everyone it was full on downpour.  The streets were flooded with water and sequins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the parade we went and looked around at the festival.  It was pretty boring, just more like a trade show.  Just a bunch of booths advertising something.  One of my favorite booths, however was the "Temple Squares" an all gay Square Dancing group, gives new meaning to the   allemande.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE41nY19mI/AAAAAAAAAcc/NO9Eimg3W_8/s200/IMG_1067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346116726422894178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see a lot of "normal" people there, people had kids and families.  I think that's really cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the festival I went home and tried to take a nap, to no avail.  I keep hearing about these Sunday afternoon naps people enjoy so much, wish I could be a part of that world, they never work for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I met up with Clete, Greg and Brandy again to go to a barbecue for John Carlisle who got married a while ago.  There was some good food from Sugarhouse Barbecue, but it was kinda cold and drizzly, pretty sad, but a nice time overall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To top off the day it was the Tony Awards!!!    Watched part of them with Clete, then went to a little Tony Party I was invited to and watched the last little bit.  Made me want to go to New York really, really bad.  I wanna see West Side Story, Hair, Next to Normal, Billy Elliot and 9 to 5... See a 5 day trip and I could get them all in.  I gotta figure out a way to make it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was a packed full day, was nice to be busy and have some fun...Now the dreadful work week is looming.... only 3 full work weeks until the 4th of July!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4237119396856881582?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4237119396856881582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-158-dont-rain-on-my-parade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4237119396856881582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4237119396856881582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-158-dont-rain-on-my-parade.html' title='DAY 158 - Don&apos;t Rain on my Parade!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE01tOSdGI/AAAAAAAAAcE/bqXlx_pmv_Q/s72-c/IMG_1069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1148968755637026224</id><published>2009-06-06T13:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:45.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 157 - Don't Cry For Me Paula Poundstone</title><content type='html'>So I dusted off my vocal chords and jumped back into the theatah world..  I auditioned for Evita at Rodgers Memorial Theater this morning.  It wasn't really a big deal, Alane, one of my best friends, is directing it and they usually need guys.  So to tell you the truth, I probably would have gotten in even if I would have sung Merrideth Brooks hit song "I'm a Bitch" a half step below pitch.... Which isn't too far off from what I did.  I have severe anxiety over singing in front of people.  I can practice and practice all I want, and sound OK, but getting up and doing it in front of an audience freaks me out, even just Alane, Scott and Peter, whom I've known for years.  Oh well, its done.  I have to go do my dance call back on Monday.  Woot, woot.  Gotta get my hips warmed up for some Argentinian Samba.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE0AUZAhCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/SEDAj7H20a0/s320/IMG_1039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346111412743734306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, the same day...  I was so excited!!!  I got to see Paula Poundstone live.  Sister Dottie Dixon introduced her and gave her a Zion gift bag which included a Moroni Statue, a Book of Mormon Mace holder, to be used with over zealous missionaries, and various other Zion must haves... I've been a huge fan of Paula for years.  My sisters and I had her HBO special memorized, still to this day she is quoted regularly when we all get together.  It was a great show, went a little long.  There was a time that I wasn't sure if she was still doing her show, or if she was simply rambling about the problems with her children's school system.  But none the less she is still one of my favorites.  She is so talented, I love how she can just interact with the crowd, and go off forever about someone in the audience.  Cracked me up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show we were hungry, the Dill Pickle Slushy I tried at the festival didn't quite fill me up, so we went to Stone Ground for dinner, yum!  Then I walked home... I love living in the city, a whole night out on the town and I never even got in my car... Will be so sad to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1148968755637026224?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1148968755637026224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-157-dont-cry-for-me-paula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1148968755637026224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1148968755637026224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-157-dont-cry-for-me-paula.html' title='DAY 157 - Don&apos;t Cry For Me Paula Poundstone'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjE0AUZAhCI/AAAAAAAAAb8/SEDAj7H20a0/s72-c/IMG_1039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2320491279272705876</id><published>2009-06-05T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:24:53.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 156 - Friday Night Apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjEzrbMbKnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NvO4JGZor_M/s1600-h/IMG_1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjEzrbMbKnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NvO4JGZor_M/s320/IMG_1037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346111053792750194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY!!!  So excited, but realized I had nothin to do.  I hate that, but kinda like it, I argued with myself about what to do, part of me wanted to just sit home and do nothing, but another part wanted to find something to do, I don't really know which part of me was fighting for which, but my elbow is usually a home body so he was probably the one fighting for a night in.  I ended up going over to Clete and Greg's and watching a movie.  We "watched" Son of Rambo, I fell asleep so I can't give a very comprehensive review.  I'm sure its a quality movie, I was just all tuckered out from my long day of doing nothing at work.  It's grueling I tell ya.  The photo above is me looking at the latest Entertainment Weekly...those poor Goslin's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2320491279272705876?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2320491279272705876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-156-friday-night-apathy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2320491279272705876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2320491279272705876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-156-friday-night-apathy.html' title='DAY 156 - Friday Night Apathy'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SjEzrbMbKnI/AAAAAAAAAb0/NvO4JGZor_M/s72-c/IMG_1037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8922001211183138569</id><published>2009-06-04T13:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:25:07.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 155 - So...I guess these people can dance?</title><content type='html'>So I can totally dance... The dance craze continues as we watch as the multitudes of dancers are slowly whittled down on So You Think You Can Dance..  I'm stickin' with it for now, but still pretty much confused by what makes a good dancer.  The only ones I've thought were really awesome so far are the two tap dancing brothers.  I'm told it gets better after the top 20 are chosen.  I hope so, so far I'm just looking for a stellar grapevine, ball change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8922001211183138569?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8922001211183138569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-155-soi-guess-these-people-can.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8922001211183138569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8922001211183138569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-155-soi-guess-these-people-can.html' title='DAY 155 - So...I guess these people can dance?'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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-89041542322840416.post-2664611909603974932</id><published>2009-06-03T12:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:25:14.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 154 - Back to the future</title><content type='html'>....just took three banana's and a tube of chapstick!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(possibly the punch line for a hilarious story I appear to be telling in the photo above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I spent the evening in Ogden with Alane and the gang.  The gang being Nate, Amy and Kristie and Chad.  We did a little grilling, then watched selected scenes from Jekyll &amp;amp; Hyde that Alane directed last year at Rodgers, Nate hadn't seen it yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the reminicing was done, we began searching for a song for me to sing at Evita auditions Saturday.  I guess I'm going to do a show again.  Its been a few years, and I have been in the mood to do something lately.  Evita would not be my choice, but its there to do, so I guess I'll do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a little bit like I have just gone from going 20 mph in the fast lane of life, to slamming the car into reverse.  Last year I made some advancements, I graduated from college, moved to Salt Lake, was trying new things.  Now it looks like I'm headed back to Centerville, doing a show at Rodgers, and my high school choir teacher is going to be playing the piano for it.  I am quickly regressing to 16 years old again.  That would be great, if all the debt, male pattern baldness and beginnings of crows feet were to fade away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2664611909603974932?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2664611909603974932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-154-back-to-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2664611909603974932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2664611909603974932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-154-back-to-future.html' title='DAY 154 - Back to the future'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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-89041542322840416.post-8047543253944250240</id><published>2009-06-02T12:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:25:29.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 153 -  Maybe far away, or maybe real near by....</title><content type='html'>Here I am, looking out the window longingly on the drizzly summer thunderstorm yearning for my biological parents to bring that locket that proves I was once loved.  Or I'm just wishing for a Diet Coke, a love that knows no bounds.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a day like any other.  After getting home from a moderate day at work, I worked out and began my editing.  But of course, like all major projects I start, it is flawed.  The tape didn't capture correctly and the audio only stays on sync for a few seconds then gets off.  I know my camera needs servicing, but the video is from the tape of the camera I borrowed.  I don't know why I've had so many problems with this lately.  Maybe its time I retire from the High School Musical video editing biz.  It was a glamours ride, but there's a time to step down and let the younger generation feel the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8047543253944250240?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8047543253944250240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-153-maybe-far-away-or-maybe-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8047543253944250240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8047543253944250240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-153-maybe-far-away-or-maybe-real.html' title='DAY 153 -  Maybe far away, or maybe real near by....'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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-89041542322840416.post-7454283391845155547</id><published>2009-06-01T16:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:31:28.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 152 - I'm a TOSer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5sie-csI/AAAAAAAAAbs/t51DJA9cKNY/s1600-h/IMG_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5sie-csI/AAAAAAAAAbs/t51DJA9cKNY/s320/IMG_1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342951076511249090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mondee&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Goin&lt;/span&gt; out on a school night!!  I went to a movie with Brandy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clete&lt;/span&gt; and Greg and Brandy's friends Michael and Krystal,   We went to the Broadway Center, it was raining, hence the squinchy faces. We saw Brothers Bloom, it was all right, sort of quirky, but not quirky enough.  Not as quirky ad Brandy's friend Micheal's hair, you gotta respect a big guy with blue hair and lots of tiny pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;barrettes&lt;/span&gt;.  You just have to admire someone willing to make that statement.  Actually I think I remember seeing him in a Strawberry Shortcake cartoon, he played Strawberry Shortcakes field hockey coach Blueberry Butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at work was ultra boring, I spent most of the time on You Tube watching my new favorite thing, the [title of show] show.  Here's a link to their web site, watch the little video open thing, it cracks me up, I don't know I why love this so much.  I guess I really am a theater dork, except I don't do that much theater, so I'm a wanna be theater dork, which is even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.titleofshow.com/fans.html"&gt;www.titleofshow.com/fans.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7454283391845155547?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7454283391845155547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-152-im-toser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7454283391845155547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7454283391845155547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-152-im-toser.html' title='DAY 152 - I&apos;m a TOSer!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5sie-csI/AAAAAAAAAbs/t51DJA9cKNY/s72-c/IMG_1027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8372527258104712741</id><published>2009-05-31T16:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:18:33.284-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 151 - Lost in the Wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5epN2o6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/w6mog87vAno/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5epN2o6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/w6mog87vAno/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342950837800313762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been hiking for hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parched&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exertion&lt;/span&gt;.  My legs had grown tired, my stamina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;depleted&lt;/span&gt;, my thoughts and dreams had drained along with the torrents of sweat dripping off my brow, when finally I happened upon a waterfall oasis....  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so its like a block away from my parents house, but I wanted to look outdoorsy.  I spent most of today doing laundry at ma and pa's.  I took a little walk up the street and noticed the waterfall was running pretty strong.  It's not even a REAL waterfall.  It is, because its water falling over rocks, but I remember them building it when I was a kid after the big floods of '83.  I remember the neighborhood standing around watching this little stream flooding over onto the street, and my dad helping sand bag in front of the houses down below.  I guess it was a scary time for people, but I just remember how much fun it was, everyone in the neighborhood was outside, all the parents would sit together chatting and the kids were running around playing.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt; such a simpler time, I think I'm the most sentimental person in the world, I really would give anything to be a kid again.  I loved growing up at the time I did and with the people I did, we had a great little neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8372527258104712741?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8372527258104712741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-151-lost-in-wilderness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8372527258104712741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8372527258104712741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-151-lost-in-wilderness.html' title='DAY 151 - Lost in the Wilderness'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX5epN2o6I/AAAAAAAAAbk/w6mog87vAno/s72-c/IMG_1025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4672956348899798221</id><published>2009-05-30T15:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:17:34.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 150 - All Ginned up for the Frolic Pad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX42qXr7RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/t3GdcOioz3I/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX42qXr7RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/t3GdcOioz3I/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342950150915222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a slacker...  I have two more videos to finish before I'm caught up on this school year....the school year ends Friday.  Oops!  I frantically started trying to clear up hard drive space to get capturing video.  I got a little start today so hopefully I can get at least one of them done before the end of the week... Well at least have it edited, probably going to have to mail them to the kids during the summer.  I wish I had the motivation I used to, I just get kind of burned out sitting in front of a computer all the time.  Then it seems like it never goes smoothly, something always gets messed up.  Must be me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This evening Alane heard of a show going on at Club Manhattan, I've always wanted to go there, it seemed so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;metropolitan&lt;/span&gt;.  its on Main Street and 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; South.  You have to go down a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stairway&lt;/span&gt; to get there.  I always pictured it being filled with gangster types with their secret door knock and bootlegged liquor.   It did have a 40's atmosphere, the guy hosting the show owns the place and he said it opened the day after Pearl Harbor.  It is definitely designed for dancing and dining, not so much dinner theater or a cabaret show.  There is a dance floor in the middle with a small stage at the front of it, then booths and chairs along the outside walls.  The only problem is there are gigantic pillars surrounding the dance floor, so you can't see the stage while sitting in the booths.  We'd only got a quick glimpse of the singer as they appeared momentarily between the pillars down the extended stage.  It was like watching for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sasquatch&lt;/span&gt; singing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;show tunes&lt;/span&gt; from Chicago while lumbering through the forest.  We watched each of the singers sing one song, then at intermission we decided to leave.  We emerged from the underground club to find it still light out side.  So much for a wild and crazy night out on the town.  We decided we would go get something to eat, so we got a quick sandwich then went to Spoon Me for some frozen yogurt.  We just sat and talked forever outside of Spoon Me, it was just a nice evening outside and nice to sit and chat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love living in the city, I'm starting to feel a twinge of regret when I think about moving out in a month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4672956348899798221?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4672956348899798221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-150-all-ginned-up-for-frolic-pad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4672956348899798221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4672956348899798221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-150-all-ginned-up-for-frolic-pad.html' title='DAY 150 - All Ginned up for the Frolic Pad'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX42qXr7RI/AAAAAAAAAbc/t3GdcOioz3I/s72-c/IMG_1013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1625698850754913047</id><published>2009-05-29T15:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:14:48.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 149 - NYC Dreamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4Vulb9_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3q4etCDqowk/s1600-h/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4Vulb9_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3q4etCDqowk/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342949585110956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a short week, it felt really, really long!!!  I was soho ready for Friday and some good weekend fun.  The evening did not disapoint.  I had a good time with Latoya, Jess and Tyson.  We went to Iggy's Sports Bar up in Ogden.  It was a good dinner, they just had this annoying basketball game going  on all night, sheesh, would have been nice to have a little peace and quiet.  After dinner we went back to Jess and Tysons.  They have a cute house out in North Ogden.  I get so jealous of my friends who have stuff.  Tyson opened up the pantry and it was as if birds started singing and cartoon deer where wandering around in there, it was all organized and stocked full.  They are so grown up, but still tons o' fun.  We had lots of laughs, I always have so much fun hanging out with them.  Jess and Tyson are going back to New York in a few weeks, I want to hide out in their suitcase and go.  They introduced me to a new show tonight, its called [title of show] it only ran for a little while on Broadway last summer, they were lucky enough to go see it.  I have just started listening to it, but I love it so far!  If I had some money I'd move to New York in a second to be able to see all these little shows nobody has ever heard of.  I'd have to live on my credit card, but since they're almost maxed out I'd have to see how far I could coast on my Cafe Rio frequent buyers card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1625698850754913047?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1625698850754913047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-149-nyc-dreamin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1625698850754913047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1625698850754913047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-149-nyc-dreamin.html' title='DAY 149 - NYC Dreamin'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4Vulb9_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/3q4etCDqowk/s72-c/IMG_1009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4573455933244175927</id><published>2009-05-28T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:11:52.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 148 - Forget all your troubles, forget all your cares when you go DOWNTOWN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4ArFl3RI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ILqxapvpPhM/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4ArFl3RI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ILqxapvpPhM/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342949223394827538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trek downtown, such a beautiful lush green view with the Church office building in the background.  From the blinding light behind me it looks like Jesus was just leaving work for the night.  Wasn't quite midnight, guess he got off early today.  Probably going to get Sushi with Peter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a lazy Thursday night.  Just did the standards, a little workout, some grocery shopping, average every day thing.  I was kind of bored, trying to find something to watch on TV.  Everything is in reruns, and I spend all day at work playing on the interweb so I just couldn't seem to find anything to do.  I decided it was such a nice evening I would take a little stroll.  I usually walk up through the Avenues or up South Temple, but tonight I was feeling wild.  I took a walk downtown.  I walked through City Creek park and then up through that cool little neighborhood before you get to Memory Grove.  I saw an old school apartment building that looked like an old motel.  They had an apartment for rent, I think I should call on it.  It didn't look like it could be too pricey.  I would love living down that way, its so quaint, and its a pretty nice area, even though the building didn't have much charm, and looked like it could have been in a 70's horror movie. But I'm sure if anyone was murdered in the building they were kinda classy.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Mish!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4573455933244175927?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4573455933244175927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-148-forget-all-your-troubles-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4573455933244175927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4573455933244175927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-148-forget-all-your-troubles-forget.html' title='DAY 148 - Forget all your troubles, forget all your cares when you go DOWNTOWN!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiX4ArFl3RI/AAAAAAAAAbM/ILqxapvpPhM/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6602647075546802888</id><published>2009-05-27T08:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:05:03.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 147 - Ghost of Matthew McConaughey's Career</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jPenKo9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/o-d8rbL2LfA/s1600-h/IMG_0996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jPenKo9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/o-d8rbL2LfA/s320/IMG_0996.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885694418691026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was real bad movie night at Brewvies.  Brandy and Kirsten asked me to tag a long with them to see "Ghost of Girlfriends Past" starring Matthew McConaughey.  It was not good.  I'm all for a good chick flick, but this was just not good.  Not so much funny, a little creepy and possibly a little over acting...but I'm not one to judge.  It was the three of us and two other people a few rows behind us who were able to enjoy this cinematic treat along with us.  But from their bursts of laughter, I think the quite enjoyed it...good for them!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a little jealous of the people in the next theater over.  City Weekly does a free movie once a month at Brewvies, and this month's movie was Edward Scissor Hands... I LOVE that movie, I kinda wanted to go, but was out voted.  It's all good, I've seen Edward Scissor Hands quite enough, and will probably see it again.  But Ghosts of Girlfriends Past was a unique one time experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6602647075546802888?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6602647075546802888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-147-ghost-of-matthew-mcconaugheys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6602647075546802888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6602647075546802888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-147-ghost-of-matthew-mcconaugheys.html' title='DAY 147 - Ghost of Matthew McConaughey&apos;s Career'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jPenKo9I/AAAAAAAAAa0/o-d8rbL2LfA/s72-c/IMG_0996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3563086724697493146</id><published>2009-05-26T08:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:05:25.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 146 - Fake Play Me A Song Piano Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jIHXTPXI/AAAAAAAAAas/jj9JDCzK4cw/s1600-h/IMG_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jIHXTPXI/AAAAAAAAAas/jj9JDCzK4cw/s320/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885567919046002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The accuracy of my photos need to be questioned.  By looking at this picture one would assume that this evening consisted of Latoya playing softly on the piano as Lisa and I sang &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lullabies&lt;/span&gt; to little Cash... However nothing like that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt;, I don't think Latoya even knows how to play a note.  Lets dive in deeper to the real story...  I think people are getting somewhat annoyed with my 365 project.  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; too bad... And I admit, its difficult coming up with a unique photo each day.  Latoya did not want to be a part of the photo, and Lisa suggested I just hold Cash.  But I all ready have a few baby holding pics from a few weeks ago, and even one holding Cash.  So I insisted everyone be in the picture.  Latoya had some eye issue earlier in the day and took off all her makeup, so she didn't want to be seen.  It was her idea to sit with her back towards the camera.  At least there was a piano there so it didn't seem quite as awkward as if she were just facing backwards sitting on an armchair.  Then the next issue came with the taking of the photo, Matt, offered to take the picture so I didn't have to use the timer function and awkwardly place the camera on some flat surface.  But it took several shots to get this fine piece of art you see at the top of this post.  Eyes were shut, glares off the piano, all sorts of technical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aesthetic&lt;/span&gt; issues... but finally, we ended up reviewing the proofs and chose the first shot we took was the most well composed...  Nothing but the best for this blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3563086724697493146?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3563086724697493146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-146-fake-play-me-song-piano-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3563086724697493146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3563086724697493146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-146-fake-play-me-song-piano-woman.html' title='DAY 146 - Fake Play Me A Song Piano Woman'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6jIHXTPXI/AAAAAAAAAas/jj9JDCzK4cw/s72-c/IMG_0992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3410503592158601758</id><published>2009-05-25T08:42:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:05:33.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 145 - Forever and Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6i8RDUziI/AAAAAAAAAak/fJWv8Jd-eJQ/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6i8RDUziI/AAAAAAAAAak/fJWv8Jd-eJQ/s320/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885364361186850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its eternity, in my temple, the fitting room at Nordstroms.  The circle of my love extends beyond these size 32 jeans.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Nancy and James last day in Utah before they head out for another six months on the ship, so sad.  We did what we have done best....we went shopping.  I was good and didn't buy anything, I had to halt the spending spree I've been on.  It was a pretty nice time, just hanging out with  at the mall.  No big hurrah, but that's what's nice about them, its not super sad when they leave cause I have every confidence I'll see them again soon and we'll pick up right where we left off, we're bff's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening I went over to Brandy's for our kick off to summer smore's party!  We had the first of hopefully many, backyard fire pit get togethers.  It began somewhat awkwardly.  Brandy has one of those annoying neighbors, like on an 80's sitcom.  He comes over and talks to her whenever she's outside.  When I pulled up he was in her front yard talking to her and had a glass of white wine with ice cubes floating in it.  I don't know much about wine, but I didn't really think you drank wine "on the rocks" maybe I'm wrong.  We were able to smooth talk our way out of the situation and he ended up leaving, but he did say he would come back over later.  We we're hoping it was just the icy wine talking, but sure enough, about an hour later after we were all sitting around just chattin' and laughin' we heard yelling from the other side of the fence.  His little head was poking over the top of the gate waiting for Brandy to come let him in.  She let out a pleasant hello while rolling her eyes and let him in.  Once again he had a glass of wine with ice, not sure if it was the same glass, but by the way he was acting I'm assuming it was a new glass and there may have possibly been several glasses since we saw him last.  There were only 4 chairs around the unlit fire pit, each were occupied.  He came over and tried to get involved in our conversation...he didn't fit in well with us, lets just say he didn't know who Hugh Jackman was, he can't be a friend of ours.  After he squatted down for a while he finally went and rounded up a chair so he could permanently embed himself in our conversation circle.  We continued on like normal, paying minimal attention to him, and I'm sure he had no clue what we were even talking about.  Then moments before we were going to make up a fake errand to run, he was distracted by his roommate across the fence who had found something in the back yard.  It was probably a bunch of snails, he had mentioned he was starting to collect garden snails to make escargot...Now I know as much about escargot as I do about wine, but I didn't think that the common Utah garden snail was a delicacy, but he claims they are the best to cook with.  I guess after a couple of white wine slushies, and enough butter and garlic anything tastes good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finally left and didn't return the rest of the evening.  We were able to enjoy our Smores in solitude...mmmm, summer never tasted better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3410503592158601758?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3410503592158601758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-145-forever-and-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3410503592158601758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3410503592158601758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-145-forever-and-ever.html' title='DAY 145 - Forever and Ever'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6i8RDUziI/AAAAAAAAAak/fJWv8Jd-eJQ/s72-c/IMG_0991.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8473777892985514853</id><published>2009-05-24T14:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:56:09.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 144 - Declaration Day (That's how they say it in these parts)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6iKnShLwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6ptAtmUL-30/s320/IMG_0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884511337033474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was the annual trek to the dead folk.  Honoring our ancestors and soldiers with some Mum's in colorful foil and plastic wrap, a fitting tribute to a life well lived....  I'd like to give a special thanks to my Great Grandpa May for holding the camera in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually kind of enjoy this day, kind of a strange holiday, but it does give you some reason to think about those who came before you.  My favorite place to go is the Harper &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ward Cemetery where my mom's side of the family is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt;.  There is a big May family plot with my Great Great Grandpa and Grandma, Great Grandpa and Grandma, Grandpa and uncle are buried.  My Great Great Grandpa May was one of the first settlers in the area, and did the whole polygamy thing.  He and Lorenzo Snow were good friend and he would hide out in Lorenzo's basement in all these secret rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6iW_vUWZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/TI1tNY6l_mc/s200/IMG_0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884724058708370" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Finally he moved to Canada with one wife and left the other wife behind to t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6igR_g5jI/AAAAAAAAAaM/UDRfogK9IFU/s200/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340884883577300530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ake&lt;/span&gt; care of things.  He g&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ot&lt;/span&gt; sick in Canada and had his son (my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; great grandpa) go to Canada to pick him up to bring him home where his 1st wife Martha took care of him til he died.  My great great grandma Martha's dad was one of Joseph Smith's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bodyguards&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt;, IL. then when they were told to go west, Brigham Young had him and a few other guys go out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ahea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6irSpGO3I/AAAAAAAAAaU/a7RnfCyEl7c/s200/IMG_0961.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885072730274674" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;d of everyone and build bridges and plant crops.  Kinda cool.  I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Utahn&lt;/span&gt; through and through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we headed back from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Honeyville&lt;/span&gt; we stopped at the Willard Cemetery where my dad's grandparents are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;buried&lt;/span&gt;.  We don't usually go there, but I was feeling all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;genealogical&lt;/span&gt; and wanted to get a picture of their headstone.  My Great Grandpa Rock fought in the Civil War for Ohio, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wierd&lt;/span&gt;!  He's just my great grandpa.  He was in his 50's when my grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt; was born.  My &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6izQ0dlbI/AAAAAAAAAac/D6i93B7jBCE/s200/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340885209680025010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;great grandma Rock's dad was part of the party that went to Martins Cove in Wyoming to save the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;stranded&lt;/span&gt; Handcart company that were coming to Utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a little history lesson about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;.  So when ever anyone makes fun of me for having an accent they can't blame me I come from a long line of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Utahns&lt;/span&gt; that have been dropping T's and believe the words barn and corn rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8473777892985514853?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8473777892985514853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-144-declaration-day-thats-how-they.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8473777892985514853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8473777892985514853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-144-declaration-day-thats-how-they.html' title='DAY 144 - Declaration Day (That&apos;s how they say it in these parts)'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh6iKnShLwI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/6ptAtmUL-30/s72-c/IMG_0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7158014215455850602</id><published>2009-05-23T14:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T14:14:51.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 143 - Waffles and a Wetland Wasteland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiGTa_5gfDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eJcPGt3VMuo/s1600-h/P1040757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiGTa_5gfDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eJcPGt3VMuo/s320/P1040757.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341712725076638770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day Weekend has arrived, and I'm exhausted.  This week seemed so crazy packed, but it was mostly all fun.  I spent the last several nights up in Ogden "working" on the benefit stuff and didn't make it home until 2am.  Last night after the show we hung out at Alane's and I didn't get home til after 3am.  Wild and crazy, I know!  So I'm excited for a low key weekend.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I met Clete and Greg for breakfast at a little place called Waffles and Frites.  All they have are waffles and fries, good morning carbs!  I had a cinnamon waffle with cream.  It was spectacular.  Greg got some fries and some sorta special dipping sauce, they have a ton of different dipping sauces, its like fry sauce on steroids.  I tried one and it was a tasty fried potato delight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast I headed back home to do some spring cleaning.  I had a very disturbing event occur earlier in the week.  I spotted a roach!  It may have been the single scariest thing that I've ever experienced.  Bugs usually don't bother me.  I can squish a spider, swat a fly and shoe away a bee...but th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is cockroach gave me some pulmonary stress.  It was sitting in the middle of my kitchen floor.  I went to step on it and it ran down the hall to my bedroom.  I'm getting chills just thinking about it.  I got a Smiths grocery bag on my hand and jumped on my bed where I preceded to survey the room for any moving objects.  I moved my little space heater and he was just sitting there exposed. I quickly leaned over off my bed and squished him.  Whoosh, that was close, I'm sure there are no more...That's what I thought til I read about them on Wikapedia, now I live in fear.  I did see a few more the next night coming out of a crack by a pipe in my kitchen.  I blocked up the crack an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d I'm hoping for the best.  But I decided a deep cleaning is in order.  I spent the entire morning on my hands and knees wiping the floor with Clorox antibacterial wipes.  I even moved the fridge out and mopped and cleaned all around it.  I bought a bug bomb, and I'm going to set that off before I go to work on Tuesday, hopefully that will do the trick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the emotional and physical stress of the kitchen cleaning, I took a nap, which isn't like me.  I'm not much of a nap person.  But I needed it, I slept for a few hours.  When I get up from a nap I feel like I have wasted the day.  Since it was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiGTkgRCcLI/AAAAAAAAAbE/REXrckEWpnE/s200/P1040749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341712888384090290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a holiday weekend I felt I should go do something outdoorsy.  So I drove to the number one outdoor recreation spot in the valley, Salt Air...well its the number one recreational spot in the valley for rave goers and brine shrimp enthusiasts.  I haven't been there since I was a kid, and recently I saw a big photo gallery of the lake and it looked beautiful.  Well its obvious that those pictures had been touched up more than Madonna on the cover of Vogue.  The sun on the water was pretty, but as I was walking along, I thought it was dodging little tumble weed bushes, however on close inspection I realized these little bushes had feathers and beaks, there were tons of dead birds, it was like a flock of Seagulls Jonestown, just a mass suicide when they realized they were living in Utah and not California, as there name would suggest.  That's when I decided to head back to my car, besides the entire point of the trip was to get some nice pictures, but after shooting a few the battery died on my camera.  It was a sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7158014215455850602?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7158014215455850602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-143-waffles-and-wetland-wasteland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7158014215455850602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7158014215455850602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-143-waffles-and-wetland-wasteland.html' title='DAY 143 - Waffles and a Wetland Wasteland'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SiGTa_5gfDI/AAAAAAAAAa8/eJcPGt3VMuo/s72-c/P1040757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3373604210575748854</id><published>2009-05-22T12:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:07:19.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 142 - It's the Day of the show ya all!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh2NRZj0pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZccXGGGnLas/s1600-h/Singing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh2NRZj0pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZccXGGGnLas/s320/Singing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340580063189706082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night has finally arrived, excitement fills the air, the house is packed...kinda, audience members fill the lobby in anticipation...and perspiration from the junior varsity basket ball &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; going on across the hall... the cast is gathered for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; show pep talk while the smell of today's lunch wafts down from the leaky cafeteria dishwasher overhead, ah yes, this is high school theater at its finest!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The benefit was actually a big hit!  Nancy, James, Megan, Kim and Nate are all AMAZING!!  They sounded great, and put on a super show.  There were about 300 people that came.  It would probably have been a little better if it hadn't been moved to Memorial Day weekend.  Just a scheduling snafu by the principal...apparently Family Home Evening is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;legitimate&lt;/span&gt; excuse to not schedule anything at the school on Monday nights...can we say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; of church and state?"  But I'm not one to judge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show went off swimmingly, no major problems.  Until I get my one moment of fame.  I hosted the show which went fine, but was given one featured singing line in the finale "One Day More" from Les &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Miz&lt;/span&gt;.  It was Nancy and I singing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Thenardier&lt;/span&gt; part.  Real simple goes like this "Watch em run a muck, catch em as they fall, never know your luck when there's a free for all... Here a little dip there a little touch, most of them are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gonners&lt;/span&gt; but they won't miss much"  Now I'm sure if you read this a few times you would have that memorized... OH not me.  For some reason I can get up in front of a crowd of thousands and make a total fool of myself and not get nervous, but if I have to sing I freeze up, especially since we only rehearsed it once, I need copious amounts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;.  I got the first part out... then it came to "Here a little..touch there a little dip...." I said them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;opposite&lt;/span&gt;, and Nancy said them in the right order.  Therefore the audience knew we messed up.  Nancy started to laugh as we sang, so she was singing all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;staccato&lt;/span&gt; like, and I was holding things out too long, then she put her hand on my back and was shaking in laughter as the rest of the chorus sang.  In order to hold my composure I put on a real mean face and stared straight forward.  If you notice in the picture I look terrified and Nancy has a huge smile on her face.. It came time for us to sing another part, we just sing our line along with everyone else in the big finish to the song, Nancy brought the microphone up for us to sing, but she was still laughing, and if I would have moved I would have laughed as well, so we both just stood there in silence and she slowly lowered the microphone down.  We are such the professionals.  Probably best not to put Nancy and I together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall it raised about $3200, not bad, every little bit counts.  But honestly I think it was just an excuse for us all to get together and do a little show.  It was so much fun to be a part of.  I'm glad I got to play with the cool kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3373604210575748854?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3373604210575748854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-142-its-day-of-show-ya-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3373604210575748854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3373604210575748854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-142-its-day-of-show-ya-all.html' title='DAY 142 - It&apos;s the Day of the show ya all!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sh2NRZj0pWI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ZccXGGGnLas/s72-c/Singing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-225413731961503927</id><published>2009-05-21T23:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:33:18.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 141 - Let Me Dance For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5pLxlhwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hdOoWjBaePI/s1600-h/IMG_0959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5pLxlhwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hdOoWjBaePI/s320/IMG_0959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338517787992491778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... American Idol is done, time for a new obsession?  Cassie loves, "So You Think You Can Dance"  I've seen a few throughout the years but never followed it.  Tonight we all got together at Brandy's to watch the season opener.  It was the auditions, just like American Idol.  I enjoyed it, my only problem is I can't tell who's good and who's bad.  Sometimes its obvious, but other times I thought the person looked like they were having some kind of Grand Mall Seizure on the stage and when it would go back to the judges they were all in tears because of the beauty of the piece.  I am not one to judge.  It will be interesting to see how it goes.  I'm willing to stick with it for a while.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, Cassie, Brandy and I did our own dance audition.  We're real good, we made a lot of music dancing them and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-225413731961503927?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/225413731961503927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-141-let-me-dance-for-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/225413731961503927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/225413731961503927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-141-let-me-dance-for-you.html' title='DAY 141 - Let Me Dance For You!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5pLxlhwI/AAAAAAAAAZs/hdOoWjBaePI/s72-c/IMG_0959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7784606940174865021</id><published>2009-05-20T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:28:07.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 140 - And they said they wouldn't make it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5YgZjipI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XIUJQjyRlSY/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5YgZjipI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XIUJQjyRlSY/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338517501471066770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MOM AND DAD!!!  Wow! 43 Years.  Those crazy kids, still goin strong.  To celebrate we went to the good ole Olive Garden.  I guess the 43rd anniversary is the Fettuccini Anniversary.  Who needs silver, or gold or paper when you've got noodles and a heavy cream sauce!!  It's always nice to spend time with the parents. Gotta love em, glad they went on that blind date and then dated for 5 years and finally decided to tie the knot. Then 10 years after that they had their precious little accident named Ken!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner I went up to Alane's to work on the script a little more and watch the American Idol results show.  I'm happy with the outcome, I would have been fine either way.  I really wasn't surprised because before the show even started I opened up my computer and logged on to Facebook and saw Matt Hewitt's status that said "I can't believe Kris won!!"  Thanks Matt, he's a ruiner, and also very violent, he almost drowned me at Willard Bay one time, but that's a different story, anyway.... I think both will do just fine.  It's probably better Adam didn't win, I think he will be better off going out and getting his own label rather than being tied to American Idol, I think Kris is a better fit for the Idol.  Because I know things like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7784606940174865021?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7784606940174865021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-140-and-they-said-they-wouldnt-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7784606940174865021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7784606940174865021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-140-and-they-said-they-wouldnt-make.html' title='DAY 140 - And they said they wouldn&apos;t make it!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5YgZjipI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XIUJQjyRlSY/s72-c/IMG_0958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7460823663087780504</id><published>2009-05-19T23:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:10:50.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 139 - Throw another slab o' beef on the barbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5MccnO-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/2pBhAJa1OT8/s1600-h/IMG_0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5MccnO-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/2pBhAJa1OT8/s320/IMG_0954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338517294251719650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever since we gave Alane the grill for her birthday we've been braking it in for her.  Every time I'm up there we do a little grillin'!  I love it.  Grilled chicken, grilled onions, mushrooms and Capicums...yep Red Capicums, nothin like a tasty grilled Capicum, I need to stop saying Capicum.  It's a new word I learned.  James asked if the Capicums were ready for the grill.  I was a little nervous, I wasn't sure what type of ethnic food was being prepared.  Those Australians, who knows what they eat.  Ya know they come from a long line of convicts, you can't trust em.  Luckily he was just referring to the Red Peppers.  Apparently they are called Capicums down unda.  Who knew?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the tasty chard goodness was consumed it was time for a little American Idol!!  The finale, Adam and Kris... Such a hard decision.  We all know Adam is freakishly talented, but Kris is awesome and I like his style.  Both had high points, and Kris had some down points.  He didn't sing the last song well at all, it was really flat and too high for him.  Nancy and I felt so bad for him that we voted for him.  I wasn't able to get through on my phone, but James has AT&amp;amp;T so you can text vote from it.  Nancy voted 25 times, then James informed her he doesn't have unlimited text messaging on his plan...ooops.  It was sort of a Desi and Lucy moment, except it was a blonde man with a thick Australian accent yelling NAANCEE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then began writing the script for the benefit concert.  It took me most of the night to come up with just a few segments, and it is full on smoked gouda cheese!!!  I think I may have a future in banter writing.  Hold on to your pink rimmed glasses Bruce Vilanch, here I come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7460823663087780504?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7460823663087780504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-139-throw-another-slab-o-beef-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7460823663087780504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7460823663087780504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-139-throw-another-slab-o-beef-on.html' title='DAY 139 - Throw another slab o&apos; beef on the barbie!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY5MccnO-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/2pBhAJa1OT8/s72-c/IMG_0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8464049775426209059</id><published>2009-05-18T23:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:22:31.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 138 - Be Prepared!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY49AjinhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5wToudrGnQc/s1600-h/IMG_0952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY49AjinhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5wToudrGnQc/s320/IMG_0952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338517029066546706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday...blah, but a week from today is Memorial Day...YES!!  I've been counting down for 9 weeks.  Tonight I went over to Clete and Greg's and watched an old Ugly Betty episode, we're really far behind.  Then Brandy came over and we took a field trip over to Maverick for some frozen yogurt.  I didn't partake, as I'm trying to be a healthy fell this week.  I got some green tea, hopefully if I keep drinking that my metabolism will click into overdrive and I no calorie will go wasted.  My efficient body will have no need to store anything away.  I really don't need my food storage in my belly hips and thighs, I'll just get some pork and beans, a two liter bottle of water and stick it in the basement, that will suit me fine in case of an emergency.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandy and I are honing our life saber skills.  I think I'm pretty good at it.  However I was wishing I had a life saver instead.  mmmm Butter Rum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8464049775426209059?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8464049775426209059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-138-be-prepared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8464049775426209059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8464049775426209059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-138-be-prepared.html' title='DAY 138 - Be Prepared!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY49AjinhI/AAAAAAAAAZU/5wToudrGnQc/s72-c/IMG_0952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8999106531360554248</id><published>2009-05-17T23:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:15:13.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 137 - Puttin' it together!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4qVJYvVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rjW-SBw2-bs/s1600-h/IMG_0950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4qVJYvVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rjW-SBw2-bs/s320/IMG_0950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516708176477522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had our first rehearsal for the benefit concert... well technically the only rehearsal.  Tonight Nancy, James, Megan, Kim and Nate went through their songs with the accompanist.  They all sound freakin' AMAZING!!!  I'm sining one tiny line in One Day More with Nancy, I couldn't even remember it, not going to be good.  Alane and I haven't really even started writing it.  It's going to be super cheesy, but people like cheesy, right?  Just look at the popular Ron Bergeron of Dancing with the Stars and America's Funniest Videos...He's a big hit.  I'm not too worried about it, but we'll see how I feel come Friday!!  At least the crazy talented people will make up for the lame hosting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really have extremely talented and good looking friends, I hate them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8999106531360554248?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8999106531360554248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-137-puttin-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8999106531360554248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8999106531360554248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-137-puttin-it-together.html' title='DAY 137 - Puttin&apos; it together!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4qVJYvVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/rjW-SBw2-bs/s72-c/IMG_0950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-881467489886967223</id><published>2009-05-16T23:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:10:20.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 136 - A splash of Coke and a Splash of Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4bh5ybeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8s0kXF3tsiY/s1600-h/IMG_0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4bh5ybeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8s0kXF3tsiY/s320/IMG_0942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516453902675426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night during the game night, I put some Diet Cokes in the freezer to chill nice a quick... that they did.  Unfortunately I had one of them and forgot I put the rest in there.  During the night I remember hearing a banging noise, but figured it was a gun shot outside, possibly a small explosion at the Cathedral, maybe some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frankincense&lt;/span&gt; spontaneously combusted, I don't know what they do in there?  Anyway, I didn't worry about it, I just continued in my restful slumber.  When I woke up and went into the Kitchen, my freezer door was wide open and frosty caramel coloring #12 Diet Coke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stalactites&lt;/span&gt; and stalagmites formed beautiful creations in my cavernous freezer.  The Diet Coke can's had turned into game night shrapnel.  Who know such an event could occur?  I have had a can freeze before, and back in the day glass bottles would explode in our basement deep freeze.  But this was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cataclysmic&lt;/span&gt; event of epic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;proportions&lt;/span&gt;.  It blew the freezer door all the way open!!  I had to clean up the mess, and it was probably good for the freezer to get a good cleaning anyway.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Diet Coke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;debacle&lt;/span&gt;, I went to the mall with Alane and Nancy.  We went up to Park City to the outlets and to Fashion Place to find Alane a dress for the benefit.  It was a fun day of shopping.  Alane found a great dress, I found some pants that were on sale and I really liked.  But they're not black, they are a deep navy.  The theme for the benefit is all black with a splash of color.  I'm a little concerned about that, but hopefully they are dark enough no one will notice they're blue.  Oh well.  I'm still on the search for a shirt and tie.  I'm spending way too much money and effort on this.  But its so much fun to have something fancy to dress up for.  After I get the new clothes I'm going to have to find other fancy events to attend.  Guess I'll have to go on a cruise, I got to get good use out of the new clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-881467489886967223?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/881467489886967223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-136-splash-of-coke-and-splash-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/881467489886967223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/881467489886967223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-136-splash-of-coke-and-splash-of.html' title='DAY 136 - A splash of Coke and a Splash of Color'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4bh5ybeI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8s0kXF3tsiY/s72-c/IMG_0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4538521412722475420</id><published>2009-05-15T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:57:08.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 135 - Things that are stupid, that begin with "S" Scattergory rules!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4PbgnD0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZMKb1-jLLVk/s1600-h/IMG_0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4PbgnD0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZMKb1-jLLVk/s320/IMG_0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516246028029762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FRIDAY!!!  We had a little game night tonight.  Since my time in my apartment is nearing a close, we had one of the last game nights that will take place.  So sad!!  But there's still over a month left, so hopefully this one wont be the last.  We went to the Café Rio and then came back and got the games going.  We played the usuals, however for the first time in my life we played Scattergories how it should be played.  Who knew?!  For years I've been playing it where you change the card after each round.  Apparently that is incorrect, you are suppose to play the same card 3 times, just with 3 different letters.  That's so boring!  I like to mix things up.  I thought his idea was crazy talk, but we consulted the instructions, that are amazingly still in the box after 15 + years, and it did confirm that the 3 round same card is the correct way to play.  Who'd have thunk.  I think I will continue playing the other way, who needs rules, they only get in the way.  I'm a renegade.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4538521412722475420?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4538521412722475420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-135-things-that-are-stupid-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4538521412722475420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4538521412722475420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-135-things-that-are-stupid-that.html' title='DAY 135 - Things that are stupid, that begin with &quot;S&quot; Scattergory rules!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4PbgnD0I/AAAAAAAAAY8/ZMKb1-jLLVk/s72-c/IMG_0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5043380494373847344</id><published>2009-05-14T23:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:45:36.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 134 - Fer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4D-07wRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-a6gJhNyJCQ/s1600-h/IMG_0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4D-07wRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-a6gJhNyJCQ/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516049350082834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight we went to a little show called "The Passion of Sister Dottie Dixon."  I was a little apprehensive about going.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised.  It's humor was very relevant and it was also extremely touching.  Over all it was hilarious!  Dottie is a little mormon housewife from Spanish Fork Utah, she speaks with a heavy Utah drawl, she gives a "Spanish" lesson during the show, not español, but Spanish Forkeese.  She explains that when someone "cuts in line over ta the Costco's, you say "fignorant or frude!" &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dottie is a progressive type mormon housewife that get's in a little bit of trouble with her bishop when she gets arrested for chaining herself to a Desert Book store in a Provo strip mall to protest how the church is treating her gay son.... It's not her fault, she was just doing what the giant Box Elder bug dressed in a Donna Karen pants suit from the KMarts, told her to do in a dream.  It was a funny show that takes on some serious issues.  Not everyone will agree with Dottie, but the overall message was to love yourself and love one another.  It was a great show, and I wish everyone would be open minded enough to see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5043380494373847344?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5043380494373847344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-134-fer-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5043380494373847344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5043380494373847344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-134-fer-fun.html' title='DAY 134 - Fer Fun'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/ShY4D-07wRI/AAAAAAAAAY0/-a6gJhNyJCQ/s72-c/IMG_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3098081374756965482</id><published>2009-05-13T08:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:45:16.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 133 - He's just a...can't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtvSoXrPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X0id7iwgogU/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtvSoXrPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X0id7iwgogU/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689949005458674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAC ATTACK!  So this is what the kids are doing these days.  I remember a time when you would hang out with your friends and speak to each other in person.  It's so much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convenient&lt;/span&gt; to simply communicate using technology.  Talking is hard.  Actually Nancy is looking for Pants on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ebay&lt;/span&gt;, James is playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; poker (he didn't even know her) and I'm working on the newspaper ad for the benefit.  Every once in the while we would grunt something to one another.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we watched the elimination American Idol.  Technology almost spoiled the fun, Alane opened up her computer, logged onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and saw the status of one of our friends back east that said what the results were.  So she kept quiet the whole time, even though she new..  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt; people, watch what your status says!  But for those who may have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVR'd&lt;/span&gt; it and haven't watched be warned I will now announce who was voted off..... Danny is gone.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Awww&lt;/span&gt; poor guy, first his wife, now this.  Like I've said before, I really did like him, and I was expecting it to be him in the finale.  All three of them could have won.  But I'm secretly (well not so secretly) excited that Kris made it, he is just so....can't.  I think he'll....can't.  He just makes me....can't.  (Inspired by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;eloquent&lt;/span&gt; words of Kris Allen's father)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned to see what happens next week when the Sleaze and Crooked Mouth face off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Simon put it, it will be a real "ding dong!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3098081374756965482?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3098081374756965482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-133-hes-just-acant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3098081374756965482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3098081374756965482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-133-hes-just-acant.html' title='DAY 133 - He&apos;s just a...can&apos;t'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtvSoXrPI/AAAAAAAAAYk/X0id7iwgogU/s72-c/IMG_0915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1687720200166477488</id><published>2009-05-12T08:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:51:39.827-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 132 - The Sleaze, The Mouth, The Dead Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtkOiJncI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AnjASS761sI/s1600-h/IMG_0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtkOiJncI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AnjASS761sI/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689758927068610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its down to the last few weeks of American Idol...  Jess and I shared our love for the show over the weekend and decided that all of us should get together to watch it.  Christian was kind enough to open up his home for the event.  It was awful nice of him, however Jess and I were the only two who have even been following the show, the rest just came along for the free pizza and Oatmeal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caramelitas&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt bad that we put them through such torture.  Latoya appreciated it and I think she may be a little more into it now.  And Tyson, Jess's husband claims he can't stand it but I think deep down he likes it.  Christian's girlfriend and her friends were kind enough to put up with us.  Jess and I had to watch both Kris and Adam a few times, Danny is good too, I think it's going to be Danny and Adam in the final two, but Kris is probably my favorite, I would buy his stuff, he's more my style.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adam is the hard core rocker screamer type. But he's freakishly talented, its not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;screeching&lt;/span&gt; its actual sing screaming, if that is such a thing.  Jess LOVES him!  In a previous episode one of the judges said he had a sleazy look about him, but in a good way.  Jess is all about the Sleaze.  He is awesome, and I'm sure he'll win.  In a way I think he'd be better off not winning, makes him more legit.  Winning kind of cheapens him, and he'll be tied to American Idol for a year.  But either way he'll be a big hit, and so will Kris Allen.  He's the exact opposite, the boy next door with a charming crooked mouth.  Danny has the soul to him, has a good career in Christian Rock ahead of him.  His wife is dead.  But I really think he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; to be in the top, he's not coasting by on pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are my thoughts and feelings about the American Idol, the views expressed in this Blog may not reflect the opinions of the readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1687720200166477488?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1687720200166477488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-132-sleaze-mouth-dead-wife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1687720200166477488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1687720200166477488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-132-sleaze-mouth-dead-wife.html' title='DAY 132 - The Sleaze, The Mouth, The Dead Wife'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtkOiJncI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AnjASS761sI/s72-c/IMG_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8750348576540810683</id><published>2009-05-11T08:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:58:29.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 131 - Don't Go Punching Monkey's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtVEwVvGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jXwnoRnbL0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtVEwVvGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jXwnoRnbL0Y/s320/IMG_0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689498604190818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the convention is done, but most of the company feels they deserve a day off, so once again, Juan and I were the only two around.  A few other people filtered in through out the day, including my boss.  But he wasn't in the mood for work either.  He gave us all this program to load on our computer with old arcade games.  So I spent much of the afternoon exploring those. Some of the old favorites like Frogger, Donkey Kong, Pac Man and the rest.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this old game called Kangaroo that my sister and I would play at my dad's old office.  It was in one of those table arcade games, where you looked down at the screen.  We thought it was so much fun, I remember going down there on Saturdays when my dad would go into the office, no one else was in the building.  My dad owned the candy machine so he would open it up and let us get a treat, usually a Grandma's Cookie (didn't they used to be a lot bigger and better, or is it just me?).  Then I would run around the halls, and go play in the men's bathroom.... It had a giant fountain like sink, it was circle and you stood on this big bar on the ground and the water would spray out of the top and into this big basin.  It was beauty-ful.  Like my own personal Billagio Hotel fountain!  After the fun in the men's bathroom, I would end off the day playing Kangaroo.  It's basically punching apple throwing Monkey's and trying to get to the top of the four levels.  I'm sure there is some sort of metaphor for life in there somewhere.  Maybe something like, "Don't go punching Monkey's, stick to the men's room fountains you're used to"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8750348576540810683?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8750348576540810683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-131-dont-go-punching-monkeys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8750348576540810683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8750348576540810683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-131-dont-go-punching-monkeys.html' title='DAY 131 - Don&apos;t Go Punching Monkey&apos;s...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtVEwVvGI/AAAAAAAAAYU/jXwnoRnbL0Y/s72-c/IMG_0913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3954750160936931265</id><published>2009-05-10T08:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T13:06:30.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 130 - Nuthin' Says I Love You Like 300g of Fat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sgws6REMouI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NIo730aQLOM/s320/IMG_0909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689038052238050" border="0" /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!  Today we went to dinner at the Ruby River and I made my traditional mother's day cake...  I decided to try a new cake recipe, I wasn't too happy with the results, it was really, really crumbly, but the frosting was the whole reason I chose the recipe.  1.5lbs of Lindt Chocolate then make a homemade caramel sauce and heavy cream, then pour over the chocolate to melt it.  Let it set up and then whip it up, whip it good...mmmmmm rich chocolatey goodness!  The cake was so crumbly that I poked holes in it and poured sweetened condensed milk over the top to moisten it up.  It ended up tasting really, really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtFiJ0nQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FHSeKU2tiDU/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwtFiJ0nQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/FHSeKU2tiDU/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689231617793282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to be fancy with my decorating, I still need to work on my piping techinque.  I was watching cake decorating shows on You Tube at work, but got a little embarrassed, so I had to switch over to American Idol clips, because thats so much more butch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it was a good mother's day.  I hope my mom enjoyed it.  Kind of seems a little uneventful with just the three of us.  I miss my sisters being around for special days, most of the time I don't even notice they're gone... JUST KIDDING!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom is a great woman, she has been through so much, 3 brain surgeries, cancer survivor, hip replacements.  She may have a screw loose in her head, blind in one eye and can't see out of the other (those are her jokes).  But I'm so thankful to still have her with me, I don't know what I'd do with out her.  I remember the first week of Kindergarten, I would grab a hold of her and not let go when she'd drop me off for school.  Mrs. Terry was pulling me with one arm as I was grabbing a hold of my mom with the other.  It was a literal Tug-A-Kenny-War.  In many ways I feel the same way, still trying to grab a hold of my mom with one arm, while the real world is pulling me with other.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3954750160936931265?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3954750160936931265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-130-nuthin-says-i-love-you-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3954750160936931265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3954750160936931265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-130-nuthin-says-i-love-you-like.html' title='DAY 130 - Nuthin&apos; Says I Love You Like 300g of Fat!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sgws6REMouI/AAAAAAAAAYE/NIo730aQLOM/s72-c/IMG_0909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6518071834858734847</id><published>2009-05-09T08:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:12:58.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 129 - Singed, Sealed, and Grilled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwuBD7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/S3no9eMPFws/s1600-h/P1040746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwuBD7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/S3no9eMPFws/s320/P1040746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335690254296239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to see the temple, well the Ogden Temple just reminds me of a giant cup cake so I really love to see it.... Today my friend Nick asked me if I would take pictures at his brother's sealing.  So I got to go up to Ogden and pretend I was a photographer.  I really had no clue what to do, I'm not a professional photographer, and a sealing is different than a wedding.  At a wedding you can do lots of stuff with the couple all cuddling and holding hands and all that.  A sealing is just sorta like take a family shot and be done.  But I felt I had to do more.  I just had them stand by flowers and by the reflecting pool, nothing to fancy.  But the girl's aunt was following me around.  There is always one like her every time I take pictures for something.  She asked if she could stand by me and take her own pictures, I said sure.  Then she pushed me out of the way so she was standing front and center.  So I just stepped back and let her take her picture, when she was done, I stood in front of her.  It was my passive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aggressive&lt;/span&gt; way of telling her she was in my way.  Didn't work, she followed me around the rest of the time.  At one point she asked where I got my pictures developed.  I told her it is digital, so I just give the disk to the family and they can take it anywhere to get them made.  She scoffed at the idea, she said she threw her digital camera away.  Apparently her pink 1991 point and shoot camera is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pinnacle&lt;/span&gt; of photographic excellence.  I believe it's what Ansel Adams used.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the photo shoot, I went over to Alane's and we did a little shopping and a little grilling.  I bought a few shirts, I'm out of control, and I think I like it.  It's been a long time since I've let myself buy new clothes, in the last few weeks I've bought more than I have in the past year and a half.. and that's not very much.  I still have a few more purchases to make before I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6518071834858734847?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6518071834858734847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-129-singed-sealed-and-grilled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6518071834858734847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6518071834858734847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-129-singed-sealed-and-grilled.html' title='DAY 129 - Singed, Sealed, and Grilled'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwuBD7XS6I/AAAAAAAAAYs/S3no9eMPFws/s72-c/P1040746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2312308038112086285</id><published>2009-05-08T08:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:28:08.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 128 - Lettuce Wraps and Body Bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwskZ0w7vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NXcQ9Q1cQ3o/s1600-h/IMG_0897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwskZ0w7vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NXcQ9Q1cQ3o/s320/IMG_0897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335688662446305010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Friday!!  After my stressful, hectic week at work, I had to unwind...  Hey sitting around doing nothing is very draining, seriously it is.  Tonight I hung out with Latoya, Jess, and Christian.  We had a nice dinner at PF Chengs.  I love me some lettuce wraps.  Next time I go, I'm just going to order me a whole head of lettuce wraps and not share... all for me.  Had a great time discussing American Idol with Jess, we are big Adam Lambert and Kris Allen fans.  We have decided we need to watch it together, we can get up and dance on the coffee table together, then rewind and repeat!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the PF Chengs we went to "Sunshine Cleaning" it was a great movie.  I loved it!  All about crime scene clean up and quality family time.  So sweet.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lovely start to the weekend.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2312308038112086285?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2312308038112086285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-lettuce-wraps-and-body-bags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2312308038112086285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2312308038112086285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-1-lettuce-wraps-and-body-bags.html' title='DAY 128 - Lettuce Wraps and Body Bags'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgwskZ0w7vI/AAAAAAAAAX8/NXcQ9Q1cQ3o/s72-c/IMG_0897.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2164897091693651697</id><published>2009-05-07T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:40:17.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 127 - That Roseanne Barr thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgReRStBO5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/6qw3JT2Jj0I/s1600-h/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgReRStBO5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/6qw3JT2Jj0I/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333491509884959634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what's wrong with me this week.  I have been soooo tired.  Doing nothing all day long takes a lot out of me.  I've been so slow at work, then when I come home I have no energy to do anything.  I did go for a little run in the park, but my knee started to hurt so bad I only went half as far as I usually do.  It's getting worse, time to go to a doctor... blah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my run I went to my parents house to get my Power 90 DVD I left there over the weekend.  I thought I would come home and do that to finish up my work out.  But instead I came home, and sat on the couch and fell asleep, and when I say couch I mean my tiny two seater love seat, not the most comfortable for napping.  I woke up at 11pm and went straight into my bed.  I think I may have that Roseanne Barr disease, that disease where there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with you but you're real, real tired, and every once in the while I'll just start screaming out the national anthem, in a retched screaching voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well tomorrow is Friday!!!  Last day of nothingness at work.  I'm sure as soon as I get a few new projects going, I will long for these days of peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2164897091693651697?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2164897091693651697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-127-that-roseanne-barr-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2164897091693651697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2164897091693651697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-127-that-roseanne-barr-thing.html' title='DAY 127 - That Roseanne Barr thing'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgReRStBO5I/AAAAAAAAAX0/6qw3JT2Jj0I/s72-c/IMG_0895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7181857828329276391</id><published>2009-05-06T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:30:20.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 126 - Douse The Light Kenneth!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRbWOX0p0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/riF89x1U3cI/s1600-h/IMG_0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRbWOX0p0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/riF89x1U3cI/s320/IMG_0892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333488296086775618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;, finally feels like spring, it was in the mid 70's today, I broke out the shorts and my pasty white legs were exposed for all the world to see.  I have been asked by the US Navy to stand on rocky outcrops in the Great Salt Lake to warn passing ships.  I am the Beacon of Paleness!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a pretty lazy day.  Work was ULTRA slow.  It is only me and one other person in our entire office, with no work to do.  I believe my day consisted of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, watching 30 Rock on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HULU&lt;/span&gt;, and other Saturday Night Live clips, followed by Dr. Horribles Sing-A-Long Blog, starring Neil Patrick Harris, I highly recommend it if you haven't seen it, it can be found on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hulu&lt;/span&gt;.com.  So I'm glad I was paid for catching up on my entertainment for the week.  I wish the ABC player worked on my computer.  I could catch up on the entire season 4 of Lost.  And I'm not worried if my boss finds out about my activities, he is well aware of the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After work, I went home and did a new workout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LaToya&lt;/span&gt; had sent me, it's called the "Best Bikini Workout Ever!"  I figured I best get into good bikini shape with my new job as the beacon of Paleness.  It is the required &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;uniform&lt;/span&gt; ya know.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7181857828329276391?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7181857828329276391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-126-douse-light-kenneth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7181857828329276391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7181857828329276391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-126-douse-light-kenneth.html' title='DAY 126 - Douse The Light Kenneth!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRbWOX0p0I/AAAAAAAAAXs/riF89x1U3cI/s72-c/IMG_0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-598754047786496522</id><published>2009-05-05T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:17:26.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 125 - BORING! BORING! BORING! Nothin' ever happens at 4Life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRY0BBcF8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Dq-GP2B8dBQ/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRY0BBcF8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Dq-GP2B8dBQ/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333485509364422594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Painful I tell you, painful.  Today was the last day before convention.  Most of the people in the office are gone.  The hectic crazy days of a few weeks ago, have turned into listless hours of idleness.  I'm pretty sure I have finished the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt;, I'm done.  I got to the last page, I wont spoil it for the rest of you, but I know what happens.  Seriously, there are only so many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quizzes&lt;/span&gt; to take.  I'm grateful I've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LaToya&lt;/span&gt; to keep me entertained on the instant messenger.  It was so slow my boss Wade let us leave early.  I left about 3pm.  It was such a nice day outside I decided to go do a little shopping, and then go for a run in the park.  After which I met Brandy, Jamie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fackel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Clete&lt;/span&gt; and Greg and saw a play at Granger High School...  It was...cute?  Was a play with just two boys and they played a bunch of different characters.  Got a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;repetitious&lt;/span&gt;.  But the high school kids enjoyed it, and I'm a supporter of the arts in our schools.  Even though I didn't pay, I supported.  I didn't even buy cookies from the young man trying to sell cookies for a fund raiser... But I think that was for football, I don't support football, they have enough supporters.  And why are the sports kids selling cookies?  They should be selling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Powerade&lt;/span&gt; or something.  Give the baking back to the drama kids, they appreciate baking more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-598754047786496522?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/598754047786496522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-125-boring-boring-boring-nothin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/598754047786496522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/598754047786496522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-125-boring-boring-boring-nothin.html' title='DAY 125 - BORING! BORING! BORING! Nothin&apos; ever happens at 4Life!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRY0BBcF8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/Dq-GP2B8dBQ/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7061871482515720815</id><published>2009-05-04T09:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:52:11.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 124 - Who Are These Children Coming Down?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRVSxiYKTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y_ktJF4uDwU/s1600-h/IMG_0883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRVSxiYKTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y_ktJF4uDwU/s320/IMG_0883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333481639737043250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tell ya, babies, babies everywhere.  It's like it's raining kids... a storm is coming!  This is little Maxwell Adams Tesch, one of my best friends, Jake's little boy.  He was born a week ago today.  I can't believe he has 2 kids, seems like not too long ago we were making midnight runs to Del Taco and watching videos in the fort in the basement.  He was just a kid (we won't mention how old I was when these events occurred).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really happy for him, he's a great dad, and husband, always knew he would be.  And Amanda is a great mother and wife, these two are the perfect couple.. made for each other.  And I'm glad they don't beleive in that Zero Population theory because zero population is not the answer my friend, with it the rest of us are doomed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7061871482515720815?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7061871482515720815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-124-who-are-these-children-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7061871482515720815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7061871482515720815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-124-who-are-these-children-coming.html' title='DAY 124 - Who Are These Children Coming Down?!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SgRVSxiYKTI/AAAAAAAAAXc/y_ktJF4uDwU/s72-c/IMG_0883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7883568582394845877</id><published>2009-05-03T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:08:05.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 123 - No one mourns the WICKED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5vNrUmkHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LGxCqw2ohbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5vNrUmkHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LGxCqw2ohbQ/s320/IMG_0882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331821289611366514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Wicked today.  I've been such a theater goer this week.  First Miss Saigon, and today Wicked.  This was my third time seeing it.  I always enjoy it, but it was kind of missing something for me, maybe its just because I've seen it twice before, and we were on the second to last row.  The further away from the stage I get, the less I enjoy the show, I have decided its not worth spending the money to sit too far away, I'd rather pay more and be closer to make it worth it.  We also saw the understudy to Glinda, she wasn't all that great, I think Chicago was still my favorite time seeing it, however Eden Espinosa as Elphaba in New York was awesome.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt a little Wicked myself, I had promised myself I wasn't going to bake until Mother's Day, I made it all the through the weekend, but I was craving chocolate chip cookies, so I made some, and ate TONS of the dough.  It was a serious problem.    I made them with wheat flour so I figured they were healthy...right?  Anyway, I threw out what was left so I could start Monday fresh.  I wish I had some magical wizard who would take away my sweet tooth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7883568582394845877?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7883568582394845877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-123-no-one-mourns-wicked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7883568582394845877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7883568582394845877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-123-no-one-mourns-wicked.html' title='DAY 123 - No one mourns the WICKED!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5vNrUmkHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/LGxCqw2ohbQ/s72-c/IMG_0882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3739724828068029132</id><published>2009-05-02T22:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:50:14.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 122 - Location, Location, Location</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5u3rZdqJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/h69ODWMQpIM/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5u3rZdqJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/h69ODWMQpIM/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331820911674632338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the Utah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Herritage&lt;/span&gt; Association's historic homes tour.  I was really excited about it, it was in the Yale/Harvard area of Salt lake, about 1500 East and like 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; south.  It consisted of about 10 homes that had been built in the 20's.  I've always loved this area and wondered what it would be &lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5vA5h8fBI/AAAAAAAAAXM/EvTdIPqHogY/s200/IMG_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331821070087126034" border="0" /&gt;like to go inside some of these homes.  Today was my chance!  They were all pretty nice, my favorites were the two bungalow style homes on Michigan Ave, they had been restored and updated, but they kept the integrity of the style.  I loved them, I would have lived in either.  All of the homes were pretty nice, except for 2.  One was just kind of like a normal home, nothing too impressive, decorated pretty standard.  And one was really charming from the outside, looked like it could have been in the H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ollywood&lt;/span&gt; hills, wasn't big, but just nice looking.  But inside it was sad!  It hardly had any furniture and they said the renovation had been done in the 80's and it looked like it.  It was really dated and basically just empty.  I was concerned for them.  One of the portraits hanging on the wall in the basement was of a group of old time prisoners, the volunteer was saying that all the photos on the wall were of relatives.  So obviously they come from a long line of fugitives, I'm sure they probably feel right at home in a hollow dimly light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corridor&lt;/span&gt; of a house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of the homes were huge, about 2000 - 3000 sq feet.  Nice sized, but just average, however its all about location.  There was an original ad for one of the homes from 1927, it was for sale for $13,000.  Then somebody came through the tour and said their family had bought it in 1931 during the depression for $5000.  They didn't say how much the home was worth now, but the one across the street is 200 square feet smaller and is on the market for $993,000.  So I think the moral of the story here is if I buy a home now while prices are lower, and hold onto it for 70 years, I have the potential of making quite a bit of money!  I look forward to finally getting to travel and see the world with my new found wealth when I'm 102!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3739724828068029132?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3739724828068029132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-122-location-location-location.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3739724828068029132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3739724828068029132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-122-location-location-location.html' title='DAY 122 - Location, Location, Location'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5u3rZdqJI/AAAAAAAAAXE/h69ODWMQpIM/s72-c/IMG_0878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4471375317011503053</id><published>2009-05-01T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:54:54.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 121 - MOG! Chuck E Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5up8LAk3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q5nVtVX7CDA/s1600-h/IMG_0862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5up8LAk3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q5nVtVX7CDA/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331820675659240306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zippadee&lt;/span&gt;-a and Hi-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;-ho! There's something we can do, we'll sing a song that we all know.... Happy Birthday to you!  Today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Clete's&lt;/span&gt; son Parker's 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday.  So the group of us went to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate.  That was a tradition in my family growing up, we would go to the Chuck E Cheese in Ogden on our birthday's.  I loved it, it was such a big event for me.  It seemed so exciting.  There was the room with all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anamatronic&lt;/span&gt; characters in the wall, the piano playing Moose, or sometimes it was a hippo.  Then there were all the games, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Skee&lt;/span&gt; Ball and the such.  I loved it.  So when they were talking about going there for Parker's birthday I got excited to go relive my youth....how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dissapointed&lt;/span&gt; I was.  Chuck E Cheese has been hit hard by the recession, or is just getting lazy in his old age.  We went to the one in Sandy, it was so depressing, it had a little area with a stage where Chuck and his friends would perform, however there was no sound, just a bunch of mouth moving characters, and the spot lights were burned out on most of them.  Then the game area was so small and light by depressing fluorescent lighting.  How I longed for the Chuck E of my youth.  But that has been over 20 years ago, Chuck has really let himself go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part of the night was when we got back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Clete&lt;/span&gt; and Greg's Preston walked in the house and saw that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Beency&lt;/span&gt;, the dog, had torn up an entire roll of toilet paper, the entire kitchen was filled with white bits of cottony soft tissue.  Preston saw it and said "M-O-G! look what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Beency&lt;/span&gt; did."  For those not familiar with the lingo "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;" is an acronym used in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; for "Oh My Gosh."  He was a little off, not sure what he was trying to say exactly, "Mired Ostentatiously in Guilt", "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Mere&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ominous&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Guile.&lt;/span&gt;"  Preston is so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4471375317011503053?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4471375317011503053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-121-mog-chuck-e-cheese.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4471375317011503053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4471375317011503053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-121-mog-chuck-e-cheese.html' title='DAY 121 - MOG! Chuck E Cheese!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5up8LAk3I/AAAAAAAAAW8/Q5nVtVX7CDA/s72-c/IMG_0862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1621642006537167626</id><published>2009-04-30T22:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:24:50.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 120 - Runnin' the course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5uVDhqCuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/far10z7EZ3A/s1600-h/IMG_0857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5uVDhqCuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/far10z7EZ3A/s320/IMG_0857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331820316856027874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get in' shape girl!  Today we ran the little ROTC training course in the hills above Weber.  It's this old school exercise course made back in the 70's or 80's.  You run down a path and there are stops along the way with different activities to do.  My favorite happens to be the hop kick, you have to hop on one leg while kicking the other leg up and touching your toe.  It's pretty fancy, I'm glad that this is the type of exercise the government feels is important for its young ROTC recruits.  Add a jazzy minus track and a few grapevines and I think we've got ROTC the Musical!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1621642006537167626?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1621642006537167626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-120-runnin-course.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1621642006537167626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1621642006537167626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-120-runnin-course.html' title='DAY 120 - Runnin&apos; the course!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sf5uVDhqCuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/far10z7EZ3A/s72-c/IMG_0857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1140791081650833874</id><published>2009-04-29T23:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:18:24.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 119 - The Heat Is On in Salt Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfk6Z9VqFpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fgvfjN4NcpA/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfk6Z9VqFpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fgvfjN4NcpA/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330355851606234770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good buddy Jeff is in Miss Saigon at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PMT&lt;/span&gt;.  I have been wanting to get tickets for the show to see him, but $50 is just a little bit to rich for my blood right now.  I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; I was going to miss it.  But I received a pleasant surprise today when Jeff called me and said he had a comp ticket to the dress rehearsal!  I was able to go, even though I had to sit by myself, in between two nun like ladies and a group of pretentious Salt Lake Acting Company people.  It was an odd juxtaposition.  I believe the nuns were a little shocked at first, but ended up enjoying the show.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was funny to watch Jeff stumble around drunk in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; brothel then finding himself wrapped up with a little prostitute... I was so proud of him for being edgy.  A far cry from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Young Ambassador Spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was really good, in my humble opinion.  I saw "Miss Saigon" in New York the week before it closed.  I remember not being overly impressed, but that may have been because it was the day we flew in and I was extremely tired, and we were about half way up the balcony and I felt as if I was observing "Miss Saigon" form the suburbs of Hanoi.  But this time I was near the front, I was able to follow the story better and see facial expressions.  Many people try to pick apart shows for the flaws, but in my opinion, if it successfully conveys the emotion of the story it is a success.  Nothing really took away from that for me.  There may have been some awkward moments, and since it was a rehearsal, there were still a few minor technical glitches with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mic's&lt;/span&gt; and that sort of thing.   But all in all I thought it was a great show.  If I had paid the $50 I don't think I would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;... I mean $50 is $50 and I think that's always too much for regional theater, but I guess if that's what we have to pay to support the arts I'm all about it.  When, of course, I actually have the $50 to support the arts... for now, thanks for the comp ticket!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1140791081650833874?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1140791081650833874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-119-heat-is-on-in-salt-lake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1140791081650833874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1140791081650833874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-119-heat-is-on-in-salt-lake.html' title='DAY 119 - The Heat Is On in Salt Lake'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfk6Z9VqFpI/AAAAAAAAAWs/fgvfjN4NcpA/s72-c/IMG_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8421688816689993268</id><published>2009-04-28T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:48:41.345-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 118 - Buzzzed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sffu1K9mUFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AYHokECr610/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sffu1K9mUFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AYHokECr610/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329991281259466834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So after looking at my recent photos I realized my hair was getting long and whispy and old man looking.  I hate it!!!  Whenever it starts to grow out I think its going to be thick and luxurious for some reason. I have these visions of having the shaggy surfer dude look.... Aint never gonna happen.  I don't know why I try.  So tonight I accepted the fact that I'm a half step away from trying to get into the Hair Club for Men.  I just hear their initiation rituals are brutal.  So until I make it through the hazing process I'll have to settle for a shaved crew cut look.  It's not bad, right?   I was also excited to finally have one of those camera in the bathroom mirror shots!  I'm so MySpace 2006!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8421688816689993268?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8421688816689993268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/118-buzzzed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8421688816689993268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8421688816689993268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/118-buzzzed.html' title='DAY 118 - Buzzzed'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sffu1K9mUFI/AAAAAAAAAWU/AYHokECr610/s72-c/IMG_0847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2838110543637422963</id><published>2009-04-27T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T14:23:21.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 117 - Show me the money!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaPqXYVEWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y25GsMThpA8/s1600-h/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaPqXYVEWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y25GsMThpA8/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329605167032897890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cash William Noyes was born Saturday at 10 something PM after poor Lisa was in labor for 22 hours!  Finally the doctor used every tool available and yanked him into this crazy world!  (The dog came earlier.)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for Matt and Lisa!  He seriously is the cutest kid, big chunky cheeks and a cute little chin.  He was 9 lbs, I told them chunky babies are so much cuter than skinny babies, skinny babies look creepy.  I wish that same mentality translated to adulthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was quite surprised when I got the text Saturday night, to see that his name was Cash.  There has been an ongoing dispute over the name issue the entire gestation.  Matt really wanted Cash, after one of his idols Johnny Cash, and if it was a girl he wanted Presley after his other idol Elvis.  I liked both names actually, I really think Presley is cute for a girl.  But I understand Lisa's concern, since her name is Lisa Marie, may seem a little overboard with the Elvis idolizing, they all ready drive a Cadilac and have a white grand piano in the living room, Matt is just a peanut butter and banana sandwich away from becoming the King himself.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2838110543637422963?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2838110543637422963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-117-show-me-money.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2838110543637422963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2838110543637422963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-117-show-me-money.html' title='DAY 117 - Show me the money!!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaPqXYVEWI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Y25GsMThpA8/s72-c/IMG_0833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6688596304662966762</id><published>2009-04-26T23:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:17:17.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 116 - SURPRISE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfd4DZ0oqyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MOKSR0IR3Zw/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfd4DZ0oqyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MOKSR0IR3Zw/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329860683882867490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was Alane's birthday!!  Nancy was wanting to do something really special for Alane this year so she decided to put together this little surprise party.  We have been planning it for a few weeks now and Alane hasn't suspected a thing.  We had decided we would go to Sundance for brunch and Alane thought that would be the big activity of the day.  Little did she know!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to brunch at the Foundry Grill at Sundance, which is to die for!!  But we had a lot of time to kill before people were going to arrive at 6pm.  So we stopped off in Alpine so James and Nancy could right up the offer on the condo they want to buy.  Then we had an awkward amount of time left, not really enough to do anything, but we would have been a little early if we would have gone straight there.  So we decided to go to the mall, but we had only been there about 10 minutes and it was time to go.  So I texted Nancy and told her to tell Alane she had to use the bathroom, then James called and told Alane he needed to go cause he had to go to the bathroom... apparently there was a choloera outbreak amongst the group and we had to leave the mall STAT!  Everyone had a case of the "runny bottoms" (that's what James calls it, Australians are funny).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaO9QJy5zI/AAAAAAAAAVs/irF5gCE_HWU/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329604391998777138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we finally made it to my apartment and she walked in and just thought &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SffwwkZ6ntI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1o2t9NiSwcU/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SffwwkZ6ntI/AAAAAAAAAWk/1o2t9NiSwcU/s200/IMG_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329993401213034194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the decorations were left over from my party Friday, but then she realized Christian Bale and she knew it was for her.  Then right after we got there, people began arriving.  She was sooo happy there were even some tears.  We had a good turn out, more people than I thought.  Some of her former students, and some of her friends from college and that she grew up with in Illinois.  It went swimmingly, she told us she had no idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaPJuPsAMI/AAAAAAAAAV0/4jfRFr7jPfI/s320/IMG_0824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329604606234984642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad she had a good birthday, its harder for all of us to get older, especially when things don't turn out how you figured they would.  But, as for Alane, I think she has a great life, a job she loves, respect of the entire community she lives in, and friends and family who love her!  Happy Birthday Alane!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6688596304662966762?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6688596304662966762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-116-surprise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6688596304662966762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6688596304662966762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-116-surprise.html' title='DAY 116 - SURPRISE!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Sfd4DZ0oqyI/AAAAAAAAAWM/MOKSR0IR3Zw/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-5349742086261714134</id><published>2009-04-25T23:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:42:33.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 115 - All the balloons were hung on the ceiling with care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaOa01hbxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LycJtrYCaI4/s1600-h/IMG_0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaOa01hbxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LycJtrYCaI4/s320/IMG_0817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603800550436626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so sneaky....  Nancy and James came down today to get my apartment all ready for Alane's surprise party tomorrow.  Alane doesn't suspect a thing, she called me at one point to ask directions to Daybreak, Nancy and James were right there trying to be quiet.  I told her the best I knew how, but I don't know that area very well, so James was whispering directions to me.  Then right after she got off the phone with me, she called James for directions... guess she didn't trust me, but we thought it was real funny.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got to see my guilty pleasure tonight "17 Again" starring the amazingly um....talented?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Efron&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a pretty cheesy movie, but what can you expect.  Reminded me of all those 80's movies I loved s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As part of Alane's present we made her a full size Christian Bale cutout.  She'll love it, but its not so funny to walk into your dark apartment at midnight and see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;silhouette&lt;/span&gt; of a strange 6' tall man in your living room...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Newsie&lt;/span&gt; Christian Bale in my apartment may not be such a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaOnW8ffvI/AAAAAAAAAVk/f_u5svK5hpo/s200/IMG_0813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329604015864905458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bad thing, but creepy American Psycho Christian Bale not so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-5349742086261714134?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/5349742086261714134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-115-all-balloons-were-hung-but.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5349742086261714134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/5349742086261714134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-115-all-balloons-were-hung-but.html' title='DAY 115 - All the balloons were hung on the ceiling with care'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaOa01hbxI/AAAAAAAAAVc/LycJtrYCaI4/s72-c/IMG_0817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-528315578522350866</id><published>2009-04-24T23:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:33:35.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 114 - This just in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaN-yv1KGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6vncWa2aKCg/s1600-h/IMG_0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaN-yv1KGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6vncWa2aKCg/s320/IMG_0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329603318953355362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it been a year?? Seems more like 10!  Today was the Weber State News Senior Tribute.  There were four graduating this semester, all three of us were in the In Studio class two years ago, then went into news that fall.  I just happened to be a year ahead of them.  It was a lot of fun to see everyone again, and be in the newsroom and on the set.  I totally miss it!!  Hailey and I took our old positions as hard hitting news anchors.  After the show a bunch of us alums and the graduating group all went to lunch at Javier's.  It's sort of a tradition.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that I went and met Nancy, we did our shopping for Alane's surprise party.  We got her present, and spent far too much time trying to find the right shades of pink and orange for the decorating theme.  But it's going to so much fun, she'll be so surprised!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it back in time to get everything all set up for the party.  The newsies began filing in.  I didn't have as many come as I had planned on, but it was a good group.  The ones still in school had a paper due by midnight, so most of them were frantically trying to finish their senior thesis.  But us alums had a good time, with our trusty advisor Terri as the life of the party.  A Shih Tzu named Oliver and a Man names Israel... and every sentence ending in "That's what she said"  it was a wild one!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-528315578522350866?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/528315578522350866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-114-this-just-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/528315578522350866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/528315578522350866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-114-this-just-in.html' title='DAY 114 - This just in...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaN-yv1KGI/AAAAAAAAAVU/6vncWa2aKCg/s72-c/IMG_0810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3003958470748872315</id><published>2009-04-23T23:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T00:12:09.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 113 - Puttin' it together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SffvqlzR31I/AAAAAAAAAWc/m_ZBA9XvlNU/s1600-h/IMG_0805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SffvqlzR31I/AAAAAAAAAWc/m_ZBA9XvlNU/s320/IMG_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329992198997008210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my FRIDAY!!  YAY!!  I have taken tomorrow off to go up to Weber for the WSN Senior tribute.  I'm going to have a bunch of the newsies over for a little get together, so tonight I had to get things ready.  After work I went to dinner with the parents at our old favorite... Chuck-A-Rama!!  After I got home I did a little cleaning, then went to the store for stuff to make treats.  It was about 11:00 pm and I thought I would get to bed and get up early to work out before going up to Ogden.  However, as I was figuring out my day tomorrow, I realized it was going to be a tight squeeze to get home make my treats and get stuff ready.  So I decided to start making cookies.... 3 hours later I was still baking.  I decided the homemade oreos may not be enough, so I also made homemade Samoa's.  I'm such a slave to my hosting duties.  They better all appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3003958470748872315?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3003958470748872315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-113-puttin-it-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3003958470748872315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3003958470748872315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-113-puttin-it-together.html' title='DAY 113 - Puttin&apos; it together'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SffvqlzR31I/AAAAAAAAAWc/m_ZBA9XvlNU/s72-c/IMG_0805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-8269219779455155127</id><published>2009-04-22T22:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:36:05.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 112 - Movin' on up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNbpX93CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UwP0wyKLzrk/s1600-h/IMG_0804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNbpX93CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UwP0wyKLzrk/s320/IMG_0804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329602715141921826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the deal?  It seems as if everyone is either buying a home or having a baby!  Latoya is going to put in an offer on a condo in North Salt Lake.  So we went out to take a look at it tonight.  It's a cute place, brand spankin' new.  I'm so jealous!  And feeling a little sorry for myself.  I just realized I'm the only one of my close friends that doesn't own a home.  But who's comparing.  It has got me in the mood to buy something.  I have had buying a house on the 5 year plan, but after looking into things I realize my rent is almost a mortgage payment.  So I'm starting to think I may look into it within the next year, hopefully the economy won't recover too soon and interest rates and all that start to go up.  I'm hoping the Swine Flu steals the focus of an economic recovery and extends the government home buying tax credit program.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-8269219779455155127?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/8269219779455155127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-112-movin-on-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8269219779455155127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/8269219779455155127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-112-movin-on-up.html' title='DAY 112 - Movin&apos; on up!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNbpX93CI/AAAAAAAAAVE/UwP0wyKLzrk/s72-c/IMG_0804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1961577196497274695</id><published>2009-04-21T22:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:27:07.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 111 - Welcome Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNMokXDJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fHNtVojvSRQ/s1600-h/IMG_0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNMokXDJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fHNtVojvSRQ/s320/IMG_0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329602457227431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothin' like a little flower planter bike ride 'round Thai Pan, it's beautiful this time of year!  Nancy, Alane and I had a nice time looking around Thai Pan Trading Co. at all the pretty things I will never be able to afford, for the house I will probably never have either.  But at least I've got friends, right?   Who needs money or material things when you are rich in the ways of love... ah who we kiddin' I need the cash! ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1961577196497274695?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1961577196497274695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-111-welcome-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1961577196497274695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1961577196497274695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-111-welcome-friends.html' title='DAY 111 - Welcome Friends!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaNMokXDJI/AAAAAAAAAU8/fHNtVojvSRQ/s72-c/IMG_0803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7844279117162720476</id><published>2009-04-20T22:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:21:18.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 110 - Mayberry Monday Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaMypPK7rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BuchgwP7ows/s1600-h/IMG_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaMypPK7rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BuchgwP7ows/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329602010730393266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh just like Mayberry, sittin on the porch wavin' at the folks passing us by...  Well not quite waving, more like not making direct eye contact with the crazy people talking to themselves about Nazi's.  But none the less, it was a fine spring evening so Brandy, Clete, Greg and I took a stroll to the Maverick for some fat free frozen yogurt!  I just found out that Maverick we go to on the corner of 3rd S and 9th E is the same Maverick that Lori Hacking and her husband went to the night she was killed.  Creepy.  But it used to be my favorite Maverick because Dereck the Maverick boy gave me free drinks.  However it seems he has moved on and is no longer dolling out the Diet Coke at the local Lori Hacking Memorial Maverick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7844279117162720476?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7844279117162720476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-110-mayberry-monday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7844279117162720476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7844279117162720476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-110-mayberry-monday-night.html' title='DAY 110 - Mayberry Monday Night'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SfaMypPK7rI/AAAAAAAAAU0/BuchgwP7ows/s72-c/IMG_0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-103214929525400787</id><published>2009-04-19T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:34:53.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 109 - Spring Time In SLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Se0ZGylD9WI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JQs4QmChN_0/s1600-h/Photo_041909_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Se0ZGylD9WI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JQs4QmChN_0/s320/Photo_041909_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326941538696295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was a perfect sunshiny Salt Lake City spring day!  I LOVED IT!!  I had no real plan for the day when I got up.  I had a few things I needed to get done, but nothing set in stone.  I was thinking of going to see a movie, but I couldn't convince anyone to go see "17 Again" with me...  I don't understand?  It looks so quality!!  So I decided to get making some Peanut Butter Bars for the Alpha 88 reunion &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-66224abf571f4668" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66224abf571f4668%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331163664%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13017167753A5D43A51CBE5BF86FB91E12CB4B8F.5F6B4B236D3579AAE44A0793141074E5787DD8F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66224abf571f4668%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbtwOZ-e7yr6362E_eKSUsBkD4Gw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D66224abf571f4668%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331163664%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D13017167753A5D43A51CBE5BF86FB91E12CB4B8F.5F6B4B236D3579AAE44A0793141074E5787DD8F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D66224abf571f4668%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbtwOZ-e7yr6362E_eKSUsBkD4Gw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nner&lt;/span&gt;.  Just as I got them out of the oven, Hunter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and said he was up at Grey Whale by the U and Brandi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Carlile&lt;/span&gt; was doing a free concert.  I just heard some of her stuff for the first time a few months ago.  I loved it and bought the CD.  I decided back when I got the CD that I wanted one of the songs played at my funeral or wedding...most likely it will be my funeral...either way, I love the song.  I have a clip of her singing live, but it's not very good quality since I filmed it on my phone.  I have also put the song on here, so listen to that instead.  Anyway, it was so much fun to just stand outside on a nice sunshiny day and listen to some music.  It felt so urban, one of the things I love about living downtown.  It took me about 5 minutes from the time I left my apartment to the time I was standing there listening, that included parking and walking a little bit.  I love being close to the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandi was really cool and nice, she signed autographs and met with people after.  I didn't stay for that, but I later heard the girl standing in front of me in the picture, with the tattoo of the Fiddler on the Roof on her neck, so I guess it's technically a Fiddler on the Neck, sounds crazy no?  Anyway, she had Brandy sign her shoulder and said she was going to get it tattooed on.  Weirdo's, I just don't understand the whole tattoo thing, but I don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the little concert I stopped by the Library to pick up my book I had put on hold on line... Carrie Fisher's "Wishful Drinking."  Brandy O and I are going to read it for our own little book club of trashy celebrity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;autobiographies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then time to head up to Layton for the monthly Alpha alum dinner.  Tonight it was Madison's turn to host.  We just hung out in her cool house that they are slowly redoing.  It's looking really nice, add some furniture and it would be spectacular.  Dinner was nice, a lot of talking about breast feeding, after birth and other sorts of bodily fluids and functions.  Oh what fun to be the single guy around a pregnant lady and the mother of a 9 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner I made my way home, it had gotten dark outside, but was still such a nice night.  I headed over to the park with my buddy Andrew to swing on the swings.  The end of a perfect sunshiny Salt Lake City spring time day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-103214929525400787?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/103214929525400787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-109-spring-time-in-slc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/103214929525400787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/103214929525400787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-109-spring-time-in-slc.html' title='DAY 109 - Spring Time In SLC'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Se0ZGylD9WI/AAAAAAAAAUk/JQs4QmChN_0/s72-c/Photo_041909_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7692542706979900479</id><published>2009-04-18T12:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:13:55.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>DAY 108 - It's the day of the race ya all</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Set0kHVDz7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jc3MGGxywfo/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326479148087234482" border="0" /&gt;The day I've been preparing for is finally here.  I was getting sort of nervous, then realized I'm just going to be running the same distance that I do 3 times a week.  Nothing really that different.  Just was hoping my knee didn't give out, and I did have some fears we would start out and everyone would pass me up leaving me the last one in the pack trying to keep up, much like I was in all running type activities through out junior high and high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Set7iHQtAwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6hreeE7DeRk/s1600-h/5k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Set7iHQtAwI/AAAAAAAAAUc/6hreeE7DeRk/s200/5k.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326486810290619138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was pretty exciting to be lined up with thousands of others, felt like a big event.  The race started behind the City and County building, then went down to 9th south, back up State Street to South Temple then down South Temple to the 300 West then turned in to the Gateway and the finish line was right by that big plaza with the fountain that has turned into Salt Lake's most popular water park (so trashy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of myself that I kept running the entire time, I would get a burst of energy when I would pass up some skinny athletic looking person.  I was never in it to win, or really didn't even care about my time, I just wanted to do it.  I was reminded of high school when we had to run the mile every Friday.  It was 4 times around the track.  I would always run the first lap, then walk really slow the next 2 and be finishing up along with everyone else.  It was usually about 12 minutes, and I was cheating!  I was only doing 3 laps.  I hated it so bad, but I always had this secret dream that over the summer I would loose a bunch of weight and come back in the fall and beat everyone around the track..... Well I didn't beat everyone but I did keep on running, and its only 14 years (oh my gosh, that can't be right) later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Se4MqeBlKUI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4S6HWpvBIkk/s320/Finish+Line+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327209332979607874" /&gt;My official time was 28 min. 51 sec.  I ranked 590 / 2388 I was faster than 1800 people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's only a 5K, just a little over 3 miles, but this was a personal goal of mine.  10 years ago I could barely walk a mile.  When I first started to work out I would walk for 3o minutes or 1 mile on the treadmill, whichever came first, and I would be exhausted at the end.  I never dreamed I could actually RUN.  It gives me inspiration to keep on going.  I had originally said I was going to give up running after the race, mainly because of my knee, I don't want to ruin them for the rest of my life.  But if I can figure out how to get me knee feeling better I may look into doing a 10K later this year, and possibly the half marathon next year.  But I don't ever aspire to do a marathon, the only time I will run 26 miles is if I'm fleeing from some sort of natural disaster, and even then I will be tempted to sacrifice myself to the impending doom rather than keep on running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7692542706979900479?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7692542706979900479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/106-its-day-of-race-ya-all.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7692542706979900479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7692542706979900479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/106-its-day-of-race-ya-all.html' title='DAY 108 - It&apos;s the day of the race ya all'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Set0kHVDz7I/AAAAAAAAAUE/Jc3MGGxywfo/s72-c/IMG_0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7018145856459555</id><published>2009-04-17T12:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:15:22.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 107 - Doin' it Mafia Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Setm2XcpafI/AAAAAAAAAT8/51BYzJpgjzs/s1600-h/IMG_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Setm2XcpafI/AAAAAAAAAT8/51BYzJpgjzs/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326464068488882674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at least I got some action on a Friday night.  A little nibble on the ear from Beency.  I'll take what I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday huh!  Was fairly uneventful.  Today at work was really, really slow.  All of us designers were going to leave early, but they called a meeting from 3:30 - 4:30.  We were all quite bitter.  But it wasn't too bad.  The IT department had a big barbecue for us since they lost all of our stuff off the server a few weeks ago.  So we had some sort of Polonesian chicken, then went back to the conference room and played "Mafia."  For those of you who don't know, Mafia is kind of a young adult activity type game.  Everyone gets a card and some of the cards are marked as "Mafia" or "police" the reset are citizens.  Everyone closes their eyes and then the Mafia chooses a person to kill, the police can ask about anyone and the moderator will tell them if they are mafia or not, then everyone opens their eyes and they have to guess who the Mafia people are... anyway, now that I've just written the rule book on Mafia.  I guess these IT people play it every Monday.  They get really into it, they've added Ninja's and Rambo and all these other twists.  Maybe if they weren't busy thinking up new a new and improved Mafia game, the server wouldn't have crashed in the first place....just sayin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda nice to kill some time though, was about a 2 1/2 hour lunch break.  I got to be Mafia one time, but got found out really quick.  When everyones eyes were shut and we were trying to select someone to kill I was whispering "who's the guy in the white polo."  Kinda obvious to those around me.  But oh well, it was more fun to be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a pretty quiet evening.  I'm running the race tomorrow, got to get up at 6am, so I'm going to bed early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7018145856459555?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7018145856459555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-107-doin-it-mafia-style.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7018145856459555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7018145856459555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-107-doin-it-mafia-style.html' title='DAY 107 - Doin&apos; it Mafia Style'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/Setm2XcpafI/AAAAAAAAAT8/51BYzJpgjzs/s72-c/IMG_0782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-3523247860422267501</id><published>2009-04-16T11:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:59:57.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 106 - DUDE!  That Snow is WICKED SICK for Shizzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SetkGAjeVcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k-owST0Dpls/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SetkGAjeVcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k-owST0Dpls/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326461038686524866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't really tell, but its snowing in this picture.  Seriously, snow!  I'm so tired of the snow this year.  I tell you when I become God I will only allow it to snow Thanksgiving to New Years Day.  Maybe I need to start snowboarding or something, that way I will be like "dude, the snow is totally frigid! it is so rad and I can really cut some runs on the bunny hizzle yo!"  I don't really know the snowboard vernacular, I'll have to get a book on that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty good Thursday.  I'm trying to preserve my knee for the big race on Saturday, so I didn't run, but I wanted to do some sort of work out.  I woke up early and did my Power 90.  My new goal now that the race will be done, is to work out in the morning.  Its better for you and that way it doesn't take up my precious evening hours.   Work was slow, dinner at the Firehouse with my parents, then a trip to the store and then off to bed.  Only one more day til the weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-3523247860422267501?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/3523247860422267501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-106-dude-that-snow-is-wicked-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3523247860422267501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/3523247860422267501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-106-dude-that-snow-is-wicked-sick.html' title='DAY 106 - DUDE!  That Snow is WICKED SICK for Shizzle'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SetkGAjeVcI/AAAAAAAAAT0/k-owST0Dpls/s72-c/IMG_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-6617474444729643120</id><published>2009-04-15T11:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T11:48:40.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 105 - Cut and Print!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeticABPNAI/AAAAAAAAATs/SSxN-q5IHVk/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeticABPNAI/AAAAAAAAATs/SSxN-q5IHVk/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326459217476793346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!  It's finally done, I finished Camelot today.  I have had it edited for a while, I compressed it and put it on a DVD, we watched parts of it at Alanes and it was really pixelated in places, so I changed the compression settings and recompressed it.  It took 8 hours, but it looks much better... Then I spent a few hours making the DVD menus and I pressed save and if froze up.  So I had to redo the menus last night.  But I just burned a copy of the final product and it works.  I'm calling it good.  Now I just have to make copies, print the labels and I'm done... only 3  months after the show.  Now I just need to get started on the other 5 shows on the list.  Sheesh, I'm a regular Spielburg in the high school musical genre.  That's why it takes me so long, I'm a master at my craft... yeah, that's it..a master.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-6617474444729643120?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/6617474444729643120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-105-cut-and-print.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6617474444729643120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/6617474444729643120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-105-cut-and-print.html' title='DAY 105 - Cut and Print!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeticABPNAI/AAAAAAAAATs/SSxN-q5IHVk/s72-c/IMG_0798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-479154882764398935</id><published>2009-04-14T08:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:06:48.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 104 - Facebookin' across the universe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrekZmJ8I/AAAAAAAAATk/rwDw62ac4Gg/s1600-h/IMG_0761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrekZmJ8I/AAAAAAAAATk/rwDw62ac4Gg/s320/IMG_0761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324921044835116994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been so slow at work, I was on Facebook for at least 5 of my 8 hours at work.  It's not like I'm just slacking, I just having nothing to do so I use facebook to pass the time.  It's really sad though, because I spend the day on it then get home and one of the first things I do is open my computer and log on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am such a Facebook voyeur, its really creepy.  But its so interesting to eavesdrop onto peoples lives, and its pretty scary how much you can learn about someone.  I had all sorts of strange little Facebook run ins the past few days.  Kind of interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went over to Clete's.  Clete was in a bad mood, Parker broke his laptop monitor, so I took over some pastries from "The Bakery."  Because I always deal with trauma by eating, so I figure everyone else should too.  It was kinda sad, cause even over at his house I was logged on to facebook chatting with people while he was sitting in the same room on facebook.   What did we do before facebook?  Speak to people face to face?  that's sooooo 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-479154882764398935?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/479154882764398935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-104-facebookin-across-universe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/479154882764398935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/479154882764398935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-104-facebookin-across-universe.html' title='DAY 104 - Facebookin&apos; across the universe!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrekZmJ8I/AAAAAAAAATk/rwDw62ac4Gg/s72-c/IMG_0761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-7345507534628409581</id><published>2009-04-13T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:51:41.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 103 - Gello Gellato!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrU8j4UYI/AAAAAAAAATc/9Ig7ZpHn_FE/s1600-h/IMG_0757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrU8j4UYI/AAAAAAAAATc/9Ig7ZpHn_FE/s320/IMG_0757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920879522009474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monday, Monday.  It was such a nice day today!  I want it to be nice like today, everyday.  Did the work thing, went running, thought of singing sparrows, talking bunnies and unicorns to try to take my mind of the radiating pain in the knee region...but I made it 3 miles.  So pathetic, I just don't get it.  I hate running, people told me once I started I wouldn't want to stop...lies, all lies.  I like being outside, but I'm not a fan of the running.  If I had to chose a work out, I'd much rather do weights and a little circuit training, the work out changing ever 30 seconds suits my attention span much better.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my run I went to pick Brandy O up from the airport.  She's been in LA for spring break visiting her family.  It is so great to have her back, we stopped for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gellato&lt;/span&gt; on the way home.  It was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt; for our,  Brandy and Ken Italy 2010 trip...  or 2011 or 2012.  2010 just has a nice ring to it, but may take a little longer to save up the pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-7345507534628409581?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/7345507534628409581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-103-gello-gellato.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7345507534628409581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/7345507534628409581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-103-gello-gellato.html' title='DAY 103 - Gello Gellato!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrU8j4UYI/AAAAAAAAATc/9Ig7ZpHn_FE/s72-c/IMG_0757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-1309698091069409629</id><published>2009-04-12T08:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:43:10.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 102 - Me n' Martha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXq62YK2iI/AAAAAAAAATE/7c_huwf9SKg/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXq62YK2iI/AAAAAAAAATE/7c_huwf9SKg/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920431185680930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter!!!  Oh how I miss the Easter mornings when I would get up and search the house for the hidden Easter basket filled with candy and presents!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so it has only been a few years since I did that, but still, I miss it.  Today was a pleasant Easter, nothing too exciting.  I went to my parents house for our traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Barbecue&lt;/span&gt; sandwiches (sloppy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;joes&lt;/span&gt;) some deviled eggs and lemon lime Easter cake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had made my own Egg shaped Coconut cake.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lented&lt;/span&gt;, I had given up baking for "lent" so for Easter I thought I would make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;somethin&lt;/span&gt; special.  I found a recipe in Martha Stewart Living and thought I'd give it a try.  I even went and bought new cake pans to make an egg shape, and pastry bags and all that.  Too bad the end result wasn't quite as elegant as I had envisioned.  But I tried.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tasted&lt;/span&gt; really good.  I'm gonna have to keep on making cakes to practice the decorating part ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXrDpUS36I/AAAAAAAAATM/h0LpXKOIIeY/s200/IMG_0752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920582298591138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mom made a cake, and my dad isn't too much of a Coconut fan, I took my fancy cake, and matching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wardrobe&lt;/span&gt; choice, up to Ogden and had dinner with Alane, Nancy and James.  After dinner and  we watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; favorite Easter movie, "Monster" starring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Charlize&lt;/span&gt;  Theron, a true story about a prostitute who&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; gets raped and then goes on a killing rampage.  HAPPY EASTER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-1309698091069409629?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/1309698091069409629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-102-me-n-martha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1309698091069409629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/1309698091069409629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-102-me-n-martha.html' title='DAY 102 - Me n&apos; Martha'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXq62YK2iI/AAAAAAAAATE/7c_huwf9SKg/s72-c/IMG_0754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-2753823035086021165</id><published>2009-04-11T08:09:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:56:52.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 101 - We're cousins, not so identical cousins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqwubIXdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V42DE8BTvtU/s1600-h/IMG_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqwubIXdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V42DE8BTvtU/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920257251925458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's family has a reunion every year.  Every other year it's a big reunion with all the cousins, 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousins, 3rd cousins, etc..  On the off year it's a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;intimate&lt;/span&gt; affair.  Usually held at a local buffet.  They call it the "cousins" reunion, and is only for the 1st cousins.  This is all fine and good, I enjoy getting together with everyone, however I am the youngest of the cousins by about 20 years, excluding my sisters who are out of state and not able to attend.  Most of my cousins have kids my age.  Now that I'm older it's not as awkward, and it's kind of fun to get to know them all as adults and not "little Kenny."  I was answering the hard hitting questions like  "what is Twitter, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook?&lt;/span&gt;"  I was the voice of my generation, or technically  the generation after mine which I have adopted to be my own.  I'm going to just consider myself 26 since that's about where I seem to fit in.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find it amusing that whenever I go to these family functions, everyone talks to me more about my sisters than me.  Which is completely understandable, nobody ever sees them, and I am always around.  But my cousin Pat, who is a few years younger than my dad and lives out in Hooper or somewhere like that, asked if my sister was still in Chicago. I told her yes.  She then told me of her trip to the big windy city a few years ago.  She said they went the Sears Tower and after getting off the elevator in the lobby they ran into a group that was dressed fancier than she had ever seen.  The women were in high heels and fancy dress, and the men in tuxedos, she was completely enamered by such a sight, she couldn't take her eyes off of them.  But her cousin who lives outside of the city a little ways nudged her and said, "stop starring, that's the mob, you're gonna get us killed."  So I wanted to pass along this advice, apparently the Chicago mob is still alive and well, and hanging out in the lobby of the Sears Tower... you've been warned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, it was good to get together with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;McEntire&lt;/span&gt; clan over some heat lamp warmed food lovingly protected by a sneeze guard.  I seem to spend a lot of time at the buffet's, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; by choice.  I got to class myself up a bit.  I've got one hand in white trash and the other hand is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' a peace sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-2753823035086021165?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/2753823035086021165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-101-were-cousins-not-so-identical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2753823035086021165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/2753823035086021165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-101-were-cousins-not-so-identical.html' title='DAY 101 - We&apos;re cousins, not so identical cousins...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqwubIXdI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V42DE8BTvtU/s72-c/IMG_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89041542322840416.post-4761586766781459378</id><published>2009-04-10T08:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T16:31:16.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 100 - Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqkS-SM5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjjJXsAU5r4/s1600-h/IMG_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqkS-SM5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjjJXsAU5r4/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324920043724747666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for Friday!!!  Work was SLOW!!!  Most of the convention stuff has been sent to print, so now we're in a big lull.  I hope it picks up a bit, if this is how it's going to be for the rest of the year I'm a little nervous.  But I'm not happy when it's really busy either.  I'm just hard to please.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I went running, my knee is seriously going to bend all the way backwards or something one of these days.  I really don't know what's wrong with it.  But I wanna get through the 5k then I'll lay off the running  and go back to my usual work outs...and possibly go see a doctor.  After my run I met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clete&lt;/span&gt; and Greg at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;McCools&lt;/span&gt; for a little Irish dinner... Not really little, but the Irish part was right.  I got the Corned Beef Au &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grautin&lt;/span&gt;... sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disgusting&lt;/span&gt;, I Know.  But I really liked it.  The recipe is something like this:  2 lbs lard, 3 parts fatty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fattyness&lt;/span&gt;, 1 1/2 cups cellulite, 3 cups man boobs, and a dash of back fat.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mmm&lt;/span&gt; good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner they suggested going to a movie, but I didn't really want to pay for a movie that I didn't want to see.  So they said we could go to a dollar movie, there were not a lot of choices however they had all ready decided they wanted to see "The Pink Panther 2"...really??  I had no desire to see that what so ever.  Greg tried to talk it up by telling me Lily Tomlin was in it, but I knew this movie was not going to highlight Lily's comedic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;skillz&lt;/span&gt;!  I went anyway, better than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sittn&lt;/span&gt;' home on a Friday night.  The movie was just as I suspected it would be...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.  I actually found myself nodding off.  But what amazed me was how much the audience enjoyed it, they were laughing there head's off.  And good for them, I guess it is I whom didn't get the joke.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/89041542322840416-4761586766781459378?l=365daysofken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/feeds/4761586766781459378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-100-dead-ant-dead-ant-dead-ant-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4761586766781459378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/89041542322840416/posts/default/4761586766781459378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://365daysofken.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-100-dead-ant-dead-ant-dead-ant-dead.html' title='DAY 100 - Dead ant, dead ant, dead ant, dead ant......'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762612001139866615</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5RisqF3dMWs/SeXqkS-SM5I/AAAAAAAAAS0/hjjJXsAU5r4/s72-c/IMG_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
