<?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-1765142850845831591</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:53:19.695-08:00</updated><category term='march'/><title type='text'>MY PAST MY PRESENT MY FUTURE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-6931230243977092796</id><published>2011-05-04T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:27:36.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Girl:</title><content type='html'>Little Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pigtails with ribbons &lt;br /&gt;Her Sunday dress on&lt;br /&gt;She looked to her mommy and said;&lt;br /&gt;“Look I put my shoes on.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom chuckled and smiled and &lt;br /&gt;Bent down by her child and &lt;br /&gt;Said to her daughter;&lt;br /&gt;“I knew you could do it, it just took a short while”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl reached up to her mother and&lt;br /&gt;Hugged her just right and after a kiss&lt;br /&gt;She looked up and as she smiled told her dear child;&lt;br /&gt;“I love you for life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother got up and walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;Headed outside to startup the car &lt;br /&gt;That Sunday, mid morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door, not being aware&lt;br /&gt;Of the man sitting and hiding right behind her front chair.&lt;br /&gt;He held a gun to her head, and told her to drive &lt;br /&gt;And that’s what she did, too afraid to just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl just stood and watched her mom drive away,&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing just what she did that wouldn’t allow her to stay.&lt;br /&gt;So without any knowing at all and confused nonetheless &lt;br /&gt;She headed to church in her pink Sunday dress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she arrived and tried opening the door,&lt;br /&gt;A young woman looked down and said;&lt;br /&gt;“Well hello little girl, why do you frown?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up and cried and told her the truth&lt;br /&gt;“my mommy left me today, when I put on my own shoes.”&lt;br /&gt;She went to the car and drove right away&lt;br /&gt;Neither hug nor goodbye, just a small kiss for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young woman looked frightened and disturbed&lt;br /&gt;And went right to the bishop to share what she heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked to the girl and said; “honey, don’t you worry.&lt;br /&gt;We will find where your mommy went. And before we are through,&lt;br /&gt;We will pray to our father that he brings her safely back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looked to him and sighed, and got down on her knees&lt;br /&gt;To say a small prayer, so soft and so sweet;&lt;br /&gt;Our father in heaven, I pray to you now, that you forgive all things I &lt;br /&gt;Have done that cause a frown. I know I am asking a lot of you God, but &lt;br /&gt;Please bring her back; she is all I have anymore. I am begging you please.&lt;br /&gt;For I am here, down on my knees. And I say these things father in the name &lt;br /&gt;Of your son, Jesus Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bishop looked down with tears in his eyes &lt;br /&gt;And sat there just thinking about what must have &lt;br /&gt;Been going through this young child’s mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He soon called authorities&lt;br /&gt;After he learned what truly had happened.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother was kidnapped and not long after, killed&lt;br /&gt;And it nearly did kill him, when he had to tell this sweet, young girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police then arrived and took the girl on a cool cop car ride&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at the station to make a big plan&lt;br /&gt;For this girl was alone in this big scary world.&lt;br /&gt;And there the girl sat, without saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caseworker came to take her to stay at a girls home, not too far away.&lt;br /&gt;And when they pulled to the drive she didn’t want to have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;She wanted her mom to tuck her in tight with a kiss on the cheek and a &lt;br /&gt;Loving “goodnight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked up the steps and opened the door, &lt;br /&gt;And all that was seen was girls, girls galore.&lt;br /&gt;They were playing and laughing and just plain having fun&lt;br /&gt;then a nice older lady kneeled down for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl just looked up and said to her caseworker;&lt;br /&gt;“my mommy has died and I’m all alone, but my new friends will help me&lt;br /&gt;And I know it won’t be long and that day will soon come that I can see&lt;br /&gt;My mommy again and be with her forever and ever in Heaven alongside our &lt;br /&gt;Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s exactly what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl met her mommy again after just 10 short, few years&lt;br /&gt;When she died at the hands of a drunk, who had been drinking that night &lt;br /&gt;She was out with her friends, and ran a red light and took all of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-6931230243977092796?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6931230243977092796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/6931230243977092796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/6931230243977092796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-girl.html' title='Little Girl:'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-5713517279900577810</id><published>2011-03-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T13:05:35.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The best decision i have EVER made</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCWLsIS5JbQ/TYEX9jqZI5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A5SgHuAivRk/s1600/temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCWLsIS5JbQ/TYEX9jqZI5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A5SgHuAivRk/s320/temple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584771359228634002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I AM a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-5713517279900577810?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5713517279900577810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-decision-i-have-ever-made.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5713517279900577810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5713517279900577810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-decision-i-have-ever-made.html' title='The best decision i have EVER made'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vCWLsIS5JbQ/TYEX9jqZI5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/A5SgHuAivRk/s72-c/temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-1930079398537461042</id><published>2010-10-14T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T12:41:10.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TLdcwqt8pyI/AAAAAAAAACA/_0RDJv5cjIE/s1600/Photo_00002.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/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TLdcwqt8pyI/AAAAAAAAACA/_0RDJv5cjIE/s320/Photo_00002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527989058791057186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Lisa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear LISA!!! happy birthday to you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is turning the big 3-0 in like 3 days... so HAPPY BIRTHDAY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah.. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo i love your face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-1930079398537461042?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1930079398537461042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/1930079398537461042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/1930079398537461042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TLdcwqt8pyI/AAAAAAAAACA/_0RDJv5cjIE/s72-c/Photo_00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-5472292896723436539</id><published>2010-10-03T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T18:34:41.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of a New begining</title><content type='html'>So, today i have been thinking long and hard about my upcoming birthday that has me turning 18. :) And after a profound thought, i thought to myself, i shouldn't be wasting my time worrying about how much money i am going to spend on this elabrate party, i should be thinking of everybody i want around me that day, and everybody that has come and gone into my life these last 18 years.... including the family i never want to ever go away; the Simpson's; the family that has tajen me under their wings and made me one of their own. I could have never asked for anything more amazing as a "surrogate" family.Ken and Cheryl, Kenny and Tenae, Lori and Richard, Kristi, Lisa, Craig, Staci, and Keri. Yes, we have had our moments and hard times, but our moments of weakness just made all of our relationships stronger, and i am sooo thankful that everyone of them, has made our relationship what it is today :). I tell Lisa all the time, that everytime i sat in the waiting room of the ultra-sound place PRAYING for a little sister (all 5 times) God answered my prayers, not right away but he answered them... God didn't want me to have little sisters, because he knew that all the hardships i have fought in my life would need older sisters to help me through it. And March of 2010 God officailly showed me and opened my eyes that after 14 years, he answered my prayers from so long ago. I LOVE you ALL!! and the only thing that i would like to do on my birthday is spend it with my family, biological and "surrogate". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A birthday is not what gifts you receive, and how much money you spend on a party to show popularity, its who you spend that day with, and its you making and enjoying laughs, and maybe a homecooked meal that eat while sitting around a table full of everyone you love, after you give thanks to our Heavenly Father for giving you that birthday, and everyone around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this year i know what i am doing, and it doesnt include maxing out my dad's credit card either :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-5472292896723436539?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5472292896723436539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/10/start-of-new-begining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5472292896723436539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5472292896723436539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/10/start-of-new-begining.html' title='The start of a New begining'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-7610555508341705495</id><published>2010-09-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T09:58:08.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TIu0_ZoFJbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVOXy3baWFI/s1600/9-11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TIu0_ZoFJbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVOXy3baWFI/s320/9-11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515701169949058482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago today, i was sitting in my 3rd grade music class, staring at the tv watching what has changed so many lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 11th, 2001 America witnessed and the most horrible thing that has ever occured on our soil, and we have only grown stronger. Our citizens have grown closer. We have and still are endevouring the worst economy since the Great Depression. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we stand and give thanks to all who have sacraficed lives, limbs, and even their sanity to defend what America stands for, Freedom. And to show the world that America is the home of the Strong and the Brave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be an American where at least i know i'm free and i wont forget the man that died and who gave that right to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless the men and women who have fought and are fighting to keep me and my family free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-7610555508341705495?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7610555508341705495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/09/memorial.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/7610555508341705495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/7610555508341705495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/09/memorial.html' title='Memorial'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TIu0_ZoFJbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/BVOXy3baWFI/s72-c/9-11.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-8663530250288661815</id><published>2010-08-12T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:14:51.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Elli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TGRySc23s6I/AAAAAAAAABo/FQzhkeqa5fE/s1600/Elli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TGRySc23s6I/AAAAAAAAABo/FQzhkeqa5fE/s320/Elli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504650305863136162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Elli. Let's just say she is JUST like her mother. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Shagaye and i are playing with playdo with the other little kids Elli excuses herself and finds the little play phone and sat on the couch and started blabbing away on the phone. Once i realize what she is doing, i laugh so hard and ask her to come pick up her playdo. she looks at me and says "i on the phone" i roll my eyes and take a picture and send it to Lisa. i try once again and ask Elli to tell whomever it was that she was talking too goodbye and come clean up her playdo. She looks at me with the phone still by her ear with the hands in the air and gave me the confused look and says "i talking to Krissy." "ok, tell krissy you will call her later, and come clean up the playdo so we can leave." Elli rolls her eyes and hangs up the phone. but she doesn't just hang up put the phone down and leave it at that, no she keeps the phone in her hand and proceeds to "Text" on the phone. Elli looks at me and says "i wasn't done talking" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh Elli. She definetly learns from the best!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-8663530250288661815?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8663530250288661815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-elli.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/8663530250288661815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/8663530250288661815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-elli.html' title='Little Elli'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TGRySc23s6I/AAAAAAAAABo/FQzhkeqa5fE/s72-c/Elli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-7484207795333112477</id><published>2010-07-21T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T08:36:08.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elli bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TEcT3xC_VTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TKLaVT2OZnc/s1600/Elli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TEcT3xC_VTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TKLaVT2OZnc/s320/Elli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496383719008589106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so can i just start off saying, Elli is one of the freaking cutest things EVER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, last friday (july 16th) i stopped by lisa's house to drop off her stroller and Justin's sunglasses. i went to leave and Elli came running after me, and i didnt want her running in the street so i picked her up and carried her back to the door, while i was holding her she whispers in my ear " I love you kessy" it melted my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave and Elli asks Lisa where i was going, Lisa said she is going home. and Elli tells her mom, Oh, I miss her &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elli, i love you!!! and i miss you too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-7484207795333112477?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/7484207795333112477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/07/elli-bug.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/7484207795333112477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/7484207795333112477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/07/elli-bug.html' title='Elli bug'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TEcT3xC_VTI/AAAAAAAAABg/TKLaVT2OZnc/s72-c/Elli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-8093431519120521843</id><published>2010-06-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:21:11.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo Boise 6/11/2010</title><content type='html'>So Lisa and I took Lexie, Masi, and Elli to the Zoo yesterday, which was the most fun i have had since the Pocatello Zoo, anyways. we go see the sily monkeys first and the little baby monkey was pestering the daddy. i got it on video, and managed to compare it to Lisa driving Justin crazy for Money, Kristi bugging Jett to stay off his foot and not go to work like doctors orders and me bugging my dad for his credit card all the time. it was really funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later we headed over to the lions cave and watched them yawn and sleep for abot 10 minutes! then as we are walking away Elli skips off saying to herself "its a grrr, its a roar!" it was the cutest thing EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then after a potty break there were 5 little ducklings walking towards us so lisa takes my camera so she can get a couple pictures. as i go to follow her Elli grabs my hand and in a very dramatic voice says "Kesy, NO." i look at her in shock and say "why" Elli (still dramatic) "i dont want you to get hurt" i look at her still in shock and she continues to pet my hand and say "its ok, its ok" she is the cutest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Boise was fun, and i hope to do that a lot this summer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-8093431519120521843?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/8093431519120521843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo-boise-6112010.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/8093431519120521843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/8093431519120521843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/06/zoo-boise-6112010.html' title='Zoo Boise 6/11/2010'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-2267067094314005860</id><published>2010-04-13T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T21:20:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Little Miss Alyx</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/S8VCQmdAgiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0rR_S-Q5rGw/s1600/Rafiki+010.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/_vRhibHIsNDQ/S8VCQmdAgiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0rR_S-Q5rGw/s320/Rafiki+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459842976224150050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyx is just the cutest little thing ever put on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Afternoon Lisa calls me asking me if i can come kidnapp her girls for a few hours and take them to the park so she could get some much needed writing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i agree and off to the park we went. The girls played on the toys for a good 45 minutes while i got some much needed knitting done. Then they come running up to me and start freaking out..... "Kesy, Kesy (thats how they say my name) we go on the swings!!!!?????? PLEASE..." and of course i agree and we get on the swings. i was sitting there pushing the two of them and out of nowhere Alyx yells at me.....here is theconversation;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyx: I am a Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? well you are a very ADORABLE kitty&lt;br /&gt;Alyx: Yes, i am a  Kesy kitty.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh really? what happened to your obsession to Auntie Kristi?&lt;br /&gt;Alyx: Pitty is at home FAR AWAY, and you live with me, my mommy, my daddy, and Elli. so i am a Kesy kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but laugh and cry at the same time!! its a real honor to be able to step in for Kristi when she is not around because Alyx is OBSESSED!!!!!!!!!!! and it just made me so happy that i have won them over in the last 2 years. Alyx tells me everynight when its time for bed that she doesnt like me (yes i know she is tired and grumpy and the only person she does like at that point in time is mommy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-2267067094314005860?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/2267067094314005860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-little-miss-alyx.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/2267067094314005860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/2267067094314005860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-little-miss-alyx.html' title='Oh Little Miss Alyx'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/S8VCQmdAgiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0rR_S-Q5rGw/s72-c/Rafiki+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-6377301100436752172</id><published>2010-04-13T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T18:47:30.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Sack Story</title><content type='html'>So one morning i go into to Lisa's room to wake her up. I crawl into bed with her and get right up next to her. She wakes up and we are laying there talking (still side by side) and she starts texting...... and the way lisa is.... dont attempt a conversation when she is texting because she tunes you OUT!!! anyways so we start talking about her smoring habits and i mention that i was very lucky she slept on the lovesack at Kristi's house while we were in Pocatello. All she hears is "Lovesack" and looks at me and says "if this is the lovesack, i am outta here." i started laughing my butt off and said "NO... the lovesack at Kristi's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways long story short if you ever hear me and Lisa joking about the "lovesack" it is the new name her bed aquired after she pullled a "Keri" on me one morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really is a lot funnier than it sounds, but it was a "you had to be there to enjoy the humor in it" moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-6377301100436752172?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/6377301100436752172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-sack-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/6377301100436752172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/6377301100436752172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-sack-story.html' title='The Love Sack Story'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-4634193566719533799</id><published>2010-03-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T16:38:25.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='march'/><title type='text'>My Newfound Sisters</title><content type='html'>I must say that i must be the luckiest person in the world. About a month ago i aquired the 5 (plus 2 (keri and Di) more that are absolutely AMAZING) sisters i have been praying for since i was 3. When my mother or stepmother would tell me that they were pregnant, every night i would get on my knees and pray that it would a baby girl and i would have a little sister to dress up and play with and share fun memories with, but all 5 times there woud always be that little extra leg and my dreams were shaddered. Although things looked up on MArch 5th 2010 when Lisa and I went to Pocatello (to visit her family and for me to do some college hunting) and her AMAZING, KINDHEARTED, BEAUTIFUL mother "adopted" (not literally) me as one of her own. Along with the amazing Mother and newfound father (he is a goofball) i got 5 older sisters and 2 older brothers; Lori, Kristi, Tenae, Lisa, Staci, Kenny, Craig. They are the most amazing people in the world and i would not trade anything that happened on that tip for ANYTHING!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpson Family is amazing and i am soooooooo blessed and thenkful that i get to be apart of it..... i &lt;3 you guys and just want to say how grateful i am to all of you and everything any of you have ever done for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i cant forget the 14 neices and nephews that come along with the siblings......Kelsey, Kendall, Kylie, Kaden, Lexie, Masi, Tyke, Addyson, Hayden, Tayson, Alyx, Elliana, Spencer, and last but certainly not least, Ashton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-4634193566719533799?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/4634193566719533799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-newfound-sisters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/4634193566719533799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/4634193566719533799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-newfound-sisters.html' title='My Newfound Sisters'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-5125134864792477730</id><published>2009-11-25T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T17:04:09.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dedication</title><content type='html'>My cousin Kami was killed today on the freeway just past Mountain Home. Her grandma's van blew a tire and the van rolled. Kami and her older brother were ejected from the vehicle and Kami passed away instantly. Andrew crawled to his sister's side and held his dead sister in his arms. Kami and Andrew's mother was killed in a car accident a few years ago and died from being ejected from the vehicle she was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No arrangements have been made at this point and time. i give my condolences to my aunt mary and my cousin andrew. my the lord help you pull through this tradegy. i love you all and god bless you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-5125134864792477730?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/5125134864792477730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5125134864792477730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/5125134864792477730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication.html' title='dedication'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-525576522293490574</id><published>2009-11-18T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:52:19.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got this from an email, it made me cry</title><content type='html'>YOU ARE MY SUNSHINEYou are My Sunshine, My only Sunshine" (Be prepared to get Watery eyes!)Like any good mother, when Karen found out that another baby was on the way, she did what she could to help her 3-year-old son, Michael, prepare for a new sibling.  They found out that the new baby was going be a girl, and day after day, night after night, Michael sang to his sister in mommy's tummy. He was building a bond of love with his little sister before he even met her.The pregnancy progressed normally for Karen, an active member of the Panther Creek United Methodist Church in Morristown, Tennessee.  In time, the labor pains came.  Soon it was every five minutes, every three, every minute.  But serious complications arose during delivery and Karen found herself in hours of labor.  Would a C-section be required?Finally, after a long struggle, Michael's little sister was born. But she was in very serious condition.  With a siren howling in the night, the ambulance rushed the infant to the neonatal intensive care unit at St. Mary's Hospital, Knoxville, TennesseeThe days inched by.  The little girl got worse.  The pediatrician had to tell the parents there was very little hope, to be prepared for the worst. Karen and her husband contacted a local cemetery about a burial plot.  They had fixed up a special room in their house for their new baby but now they found themselves having to plan for a funeral.  Michael, however, kept begging his parents to let him see his sister.  I want to sing to her, he kept saying.Week two in intensive care looked as if a funeral would come before the week was over.Michael kept nagging about singing to his sister, but kids are never allowed in Intensive Care.  Karen decided to take Michael whether they liked it or not.  If he didn't see his sister right then, he might never see her alive.  She dressed him in an oversized scrub suit and marched him into ICU.  He looked like a walking laundry basket.The head nurse recognized him as a child and bellowed, "Get that kid out of here now.  No children are allowed." The mother rose up strong in Karen, and the usually mild-mannered lady glared steel-eyed right into the head nurse's face, her lips a firm line.  "He is not leaving until he sings to his sister" she stated.  Then Karen towedMichael to his sister's bedside.  He gazed at the tiny infant losing the battle to live.After a moment, he began to sing. In the pure-hearted voice of a 3-year-old, Michael sang:  "You are my sunshine my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray."  Instantly the baby girl seemed to respond.The pulse rate began to calm down and become steady."Keep on singing, Michael," encouraged Karen with tears in her eyes."You never know, dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away."As Michael sang to his sister, the baby's ragged, strained breathing became as smooth as a kitten's purr."Keep on singing, sweetheart.""The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping, I dreamed I held you in my arms."Michael's little sister began to relax as rest, healing rest, seemed to sweep over her."Keep on singing, Michael."Tears had now conquered the face of the bossy head nurse. Karen glowed."You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.  Please don't take my sunshine away..."The next day...the very next day...the little girl was well enough to go home.  Woman's Day Magazine called it"The Miracle of a Brother's Song."  The medical staff just called it a miracle.  Karen called it a miracle of God's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER GIVE UP ON THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE.LOVE IS SO INCREDIBLY POWERFUL&lt;/span&gt;.Life is good.Have a Wonderful Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-525576522293490574?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/525576522293490574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-this-from-email-it-made-me-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/525576522293490574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/525576522293490574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-this-from-email-it-made-me-cry.html' title='i got this from an email, it made me cry'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-1136483779853549363</id><published>2009-11-15T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:48:34.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero, My Mentor, My Friend part 1</title><content type='html'>last summer while walking up and down my street i ran into my neighbor and said hi and we talked for a few minutes until she asked me to come to her house with her, so i did. i walked in the door and there is this beautiful young woman (keri) sitting my neighbor's (julie) couch, well i can be a very shy person so of course inside i was screaming to myself ijust wanna leave i dont know this person i want to go home, i ignored it and sat down, julie started talking and out of the blue say's "keri, kelcey babysits and is always looking for some work, you should have her watch ashton on the saturdays you have him." She being so bubbly and all goes "ya!!, you should give me your number and i will give you a call." i give this lady my number and head out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks later while at a football game i get this phone call from a number i have never seen before, curious to see who it was i called the number back and it was keri, asking if i was interested in watching her little boy the following saturday, i agreed and went on my way. that sat walking to her house i was so nervous and so so scared. i go up to the door and knock knowing she would not hear me bause her radio was blaring. she finally opens the door and the lady i had met 2 weeks prior was not the same person who was standing in front of me, this girls was crazy, spaztic and out of control (in a good way). the day went on and around 5 pm keri got home from work and instead of saying hello, goodbye and running away something felt different, we sat there and talked for almost an hour and then she pipes up, turns to look at me and says i am going to go turn my wax on, not knowing what  she did for a living i said ok and gave her a weird look, she walks down the hall and hollers my name and says "kelcey, come on we have to get rid of that unibrow of yours." i felt so insulted. after the whle waxing experience i walk home and we ended up texting the entire rest of the day until i went back to her house and hung out till almost 4 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about keri made me feel comfortable, and now a year in a half later we seriously could not have a better friendship. i am very thankful for her being in my life and helping me through all my struggles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-1136483779853549363?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/1136483779853549363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heros-my-mentors-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/1136483779853549363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/1136483779853549363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-heros-my-mentors-my-friends.html' title='My Hero, My Mentor, My Friend part 1'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1765142850845831591.post-21361731630294305</id><published>2009-11-15T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T12:39:53.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dedication to...</title><content type='html'>i am dedicating this blog to my uncle joe who was killed in a motorcycle accident a few years ago in boise. joe was a wonderful guy, he always had a smile on his face and everytime he came into the room he would shine a light on everybodies day. Joe was only in his late 20's when he passed and was a newly wed to a beautiful woman named kim, they had just gotten into an arguement and kim left to go pick up her young daughter, joe was so upset that he went after her to make things right, well he was speeding down the road weaving through traffic trying to get to his wife when a van tipped the wheel of his motorcycle and he lost all control. when the emergancy responders had gotten to the scene, there was no saving his life. he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe died on May 29th, 2000 a little after 1 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family and i miss him very much and he will never leave our thoughts and prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dedicating this blog to him because his death was unexpected and very devastaing. i know he is in a much better place, a place i want to go when i am asked to join our father. i want to be remebered as a good holy person and to do this i must work on my relationship with the lord and with my church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1765142850845831591-21361731630294305?l=mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/feeds/21361731630294305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/21361731630294305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1765142850845831591/posts/default/21361731630294305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypastmypresentmyfuture.blogspot.com/2009/11/dedication-to.html' title='A dedication to...'/><author><name>My Past, My Present, My Future</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07779602581506405525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vRhibHIsNDQ/TCBEbu-hmpI/AAAAAAAAABA/BN-uHrU7_qg/S220/sisters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
