<?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-4675533109979710397</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:55:23.422-07:00</updated><category term='cousin'/><category term='CHP'/><category term='Crepes'/><category term='academy'/><title type='text'>kim youngblood</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my nightmare...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-9201038138757296784</id><published>2010-07-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:04:53.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 YEARS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TDPR6xLfklI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVY1MipoUXI/s1600/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&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/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TDPR6xLfklI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVY1MipoUXI/s320/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490963178258928210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Today is our 3 year anniversary! It has gone by so quickly. Of course there are always ups and downs but I couldn't imagine ever being without Dylan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is the leather anniversary, we got each other new flip flops. Really we both needed them and I thought hey that would work for the leather gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for many more years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-9201038138757296784?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/9201038138757296784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=9201038138757296784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/9201038138757296784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/9201038138757296784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-years.html' title='&lt;center&gt;3 YEARS!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TDPR6xLfklI/AAAAAAAAAIM/hVY1MipoUXI/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4946968790209719557</id><published>2010-07-03T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T23:04:54.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crepes'/><title type='text'>C-O-U-S-I-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This morning Dylan and I got up a lot earlier than we normally would on a Saturday to go get breakfast. We went to one of our favorite cafes in Pismo. It was really good but too much food for that early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kind of bummed around the rest of the day and I even ended up taking a 2.5 hour nap. It was amazing! I love me a good nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kassandra was in the area visiting a friend and we met up with her for dinner. I took her to Le Ciel Crepe Cafe which is my absolute favorite. It was perfect weather to sit outside and have a good chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and I ended up convincing her to stay with us until Monday so she can celebrate the 4th with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I can only convince her not to move back to Wisconsin in a few weeks. Here's hoping!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4946968790209719557?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4946968790209719557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4946968790209719557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4946968790209719557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4946968790209719557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/07/c-o-u-s-i-n.html' title='&lt;center&gt;C-O-U-S-I-N&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7032141554270656417</id><published>2010-07-02T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T17:07:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today is Dylan's last day of work at Integrity Security. I know it is super bittersweet for him because he loves all the people that he works with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also exciting that he is moving onto the CHP and something that he has always wanted to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going out with the guys from his work tonight and celebrating his last day. Even though they have all been hanging out a lot these past 2 weeks. We will also be getting together with everyone for the 4th as one last hoorah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will have a great weekend! I have 4 days off and that's all I really care about!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7032141554270656417?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7032141554270656417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7032141554270656417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7032141554270656417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7032141554270656417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/07/next-chapter.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Next Chapter&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-6910799358974654646</id><published>2010-06-27T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:00:40.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan was not feeling good this morning so I went to church by myself. It was a little weird since we have just started going to Calvary SLO and I don't really know anyone there. All the college kids are gone for the summer so it was really obvious that I was sitting there all by myself. It was kind of nice though because I was able to just concentrate on me and my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, we decided to go on a bike ride to get Chipotle (I swear there is some addictive ingredient in their food). We then took the Chipotle to the park and ate lunch. It is such a nice day today. Not too hot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are either going to take a walk to Best Buy or go hike Madonna Mountain. Either way it is a long distance but what else would we do on this beautiful day.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCe7P1k-s1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fh7CmjJcu8I/s1600/photo.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/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCe7P1k-s1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fh7CmjJcu8I/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487560551728853842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here is a picture that Dylan snapped on our way back from the park. Just so you know that I really can ride a bike. It was somewhat scary riding through downtown though cause there are no bike lanes and I definitely was riding right alongside other vehicles. I was hoping the whole time that I didn't get hit. I'm not too steady on a bike especially when there are vehicles that close to me.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-6910799358974654646?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/6910799358974654646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=6910799358974654646' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6910799358974654646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6910799358974654646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/06/sunday-afternoon.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Sunday Afternoon&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCe7P1k-s1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fh7CmjJcu8I/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-8596089874939822188</id><published>2010-06-26T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T15:33:06.339-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHP'/><title type='text'>CHP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCZ9VCeP_2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dksr1E2-xsg/s1600/CHP.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCZ9VCeP_2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dksr1E2-xsg/s320/CHP.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487210996392001378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;We found out last Friday that Dylan has been accepted into the CHP academy. He will be starting July 26th and will have to live on the CHP campus in Sacramento. I am super excited for him because he has been waiting for this ever since he applied about 2 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard not having him here but hopefully 7 months will fly by. It's weird that it is finally happening because it seemed like ages ago that he even applied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told his boss on Monday and next week will be his last week at his current job. He is going to take 3 weeks off before he has to go to the academy to get all prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be lonely for the next 7 months so anyone who wants to come visit or hang out let me know.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-8596089874939822188?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8596089874939822188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=8596089874939822188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/8596089874939822188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/8596089874939822188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/06/chp.html' title='&lt;center&gt;CHP&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/TCZ9VCeP_2I/AAAAAAAAAHs/dksr1E2-xsg/s72-c/CHP.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-6992091147312879703</id><published>2010-05-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:19:25.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There is not much to say about what has happened in the 2 months since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is starting to get warmer which prompted a lake trip last weekend but for some reason those particular days decided to be extremely windy with highs in the mid 60s. Not quite the lake trip we hoped for. Needless to say, I was in sweats and a sweatshirt the whole time. The only time my new bathing suit saw light was when I had to dip my butt in the lake to pee. I didn't even go wakeboarding because it was way too choppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back though we went with friends to see MacGruber because they all think that if Dylan grew out his hair he would look like him. I think I agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went on a girl's night with my friend Sarah to see Sex and the City 2. I think I enjoyed it better than the first one although I saw the 1st one the night before for the first time to prepare for the 2nd one. I never did watch the show when it was on except for the occasional nothing else is on so this will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that this weekend has been super warm and Dylan and I got a lot of errands done. We are preparing for our week long camping trip with the family that will start the Monday after Father's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for my quick update and I will try to find my camera cord before I post again!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-6992091147312879703?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/6992091147312879703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=6992091147312879703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6992091147312879703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6992091147312879703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/05/quicky.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Quicky&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4390198294084444467</id><published>2010-03-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:57:19.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I obviously have had a brief break from my blog for no other reason than nothing interesting has happened in my life. Last night something bizarre happened that might be worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and Herbie came to visit and my friend Sarah joined us for dinner and a movie. We were walking from our apartment to Mo's for dinner when out of nowhere this homeless man coming the opposite direction proceeds to try and spit on me. I don't even know where it came from. Sarah and I were talking to Andrea and Herbie behind us when I turned around and spit was fired. Shocked, I looked at the guy and then he started to say profanity to us. I think he would have faught Herbie if he could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only explanation we could think of was that maybe if Sarah and I were laughing he thought we were laughing at him. Obviously, he had mental health issues. I almost called the cops but because I wasn't directly hit I left it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have called though cause Dylan said it's battery and I know, or have an in with, some of the cops in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all that's been happening in my life lately. Probably not true, but at least that's the weirdest thing. I know I always say this but I will try to blog more. Not that I think anyone reads this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4390198294084444467?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4390198294084444467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4390198294084444467' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4390198294084444467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4390198294084444467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2010/03/good-morning-vietnam.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Good Morning Vietnam&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-1713126307720457419</id><published>2009-12-24T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:27:51.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple iPhone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan and I made a life altering decision last night. We switched to AT&amp;T and each got an iPhone. We both have been wanting one forever but never wanted to make the switch. I don't like that we switched from verizon but I guess that's the price we have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really fun and I love that I can just hop on the Internet at anytime. I just hope that I won't regret the switch from verizon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and did I mention that I am writing this blog from my new phone. Yay! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-1713126307720457419?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/1713126307720457419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=1713126307720457419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/1713126307720457419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/1713126307720457419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/12/apple-iphone.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Apple iPhone&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2829324321870629102</id><published>2009-12-22T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:31:19.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;About the time Dylan and I moved to SLO, my Jetta decided to stop working. It wouldn't go into 3rd or 5th gear. When I took it to the dealer they said there was something wrong with the transmission and that it would be about 2500 dollars to fix. No thank you. We decided to just let it sit at Dylan's parents house since we didn't really need it and I walk to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been sitting there since February. No one had said anything about it until 2 weeks ago when the County left a note on the car that said it had to be moved and couldn't stay in the same spot for more than 72 hours. We decided that maybe it was finally time to fix it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battery was obviously dead since it had been sitting for over 10 months. We had it towed to Trans King in SLO and they couldn't find anything wrong with it. The guy had it for about 2 weeks and said he drove it everywhere and couldn't find anything wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So moral of the story is: If your car has something wrong with it, let it sit for 10 months and magically it fixes itself and you save money! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to drive today. I missed it. I hate driving Dylan's bus of a car. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2829324321870629102?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2829324321870629102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2829324321870629102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2829324321870629102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2829324321870629102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-car.html' title='&lt;center&gt;My Little Car&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7579944980155619877</id><published>2009-12-14T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T12:43:25.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So I haven't posted for over 3 months. Not much has happened in the past 3 months, except Dylan and I went on a cruise at the beginning of November. We went to the Mexican Riviera and once I edit the pictures I will post some on here. It was such a fun time and a good relationship builder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was really fun. I got to see my friend Cherise who I haven't seen since Easter. It made me miss her even more getting to spend some time with her. I didn't even have a clue as to what has been going on in her life the past 9 months and there was a lot to catch up on. It made me decide that I need to start being a better friend to many people. I don't want to ever have that feeling of not knowing what someone has been going through. Especially when it is something that they have been dealing with for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to meet Gracie. She is the cutest most easy going baby. She was all smiles and definitely gave me some baby fever. I can't believe that I hadn't met her yet. I can't wait till the next time I get to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacqui is getting married this coming weekend and I get to have lunch with her on Wednesday. My last time while she is still a Skipton. I can't wait for her to be married. It is such an amazing life change. Of course there are always the ups and downs but having your best friend there to spend every aspect of your life with is truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hope to be blogging more and not let it go another 3 months. I have many pictures to post that will catch you up on my life. Until then....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7579944980155619877?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7579944980155619877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7579944980155619877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7579944980155619877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7579944980155619877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember-me.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Remember Me&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2531324996866094412</id><published>2009-09-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T23:28:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9-9-09</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;We had a party today at work for 9-9-09. It started at promptly 9:09 am and it was definitely at 990 Palm St. Any excuse for a party planned by yours truly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the news today I saw that people were getting married at the 99 cent store just to get married on 9-9-09. How bizarre. What a great story to tell your children how cheap you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I started watching the show Glee tonight. I'm pretty sure I might just have to stay tuned for the fall season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even better than any show on television is How I Met Your Mother. Less than 2 weeks is the season 5 premier on September 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad because season 4 doesn't come out on dvd until September 29th. Poor planning because I would have like to re-watch it before the new one started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares though. I'm just excited it's starting again!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2531324996866094412?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2531324996866094412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2531324996866094412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2531324996866094412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2531324996866094412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/09/9-9-09.html' title='&lt;center&gt;9-9-09&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4645011043109096266</id><published>2009-09-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:14:37.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Stuffed</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I think I found my weakness. I have been buying double stuffed oreos every time we go to the store lately. They don't last long because Dylan and I eat them like we are starving children in a third world country. I try to skip dinner or something if I am chowing down on them because I am starting to feel like I'm becoming double stuffed. My mid-section is a little more fluffy than I would like it to be and it probably has to do something with all the lard that I am putting into my body. How come a couple of years ago it didn't matter what I ate, I barely fluctuated in my weight? Now I can't lose even a few pounds if I am eating right. I figure if my goal is to gain weight than eating whatever I want will get me there. Let me just embrace my fluffy middle and move on with life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will think that way no more. I need to lose some weight and stop gaining. It is starting to get ridiculous. And no matter where I go there is always some sort of chocolate. I walk by the bowl at work all day long and after a while of saying no I can bare it no longer and I have to put a piece in my mouth. Only problem is that is at like 10:00 and I still have 6 hours of work to go. So it never stops at just one tiny piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am determined to lose weight. That is after I finish the double stuffed oreos that we bought at the store today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivated....we'll see. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4645011043109096266?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4645011043109096266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4645011043109096266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4645011043109096266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4645011043109096266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/09/double-stuffed.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Double Stuffed&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2784152407747021643</id><published>2009-09-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:23:14.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am so happy that this week is officially over for me. I feel like it has been extremely long and now I get to enjoy a 4 day weekend. As much as the first part of the week sucked, it turned out to be an okay week. I really like the girl who just started and it adds a little more excitement to the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to talk a lot to my other co-worker, but now between the three of us it is epic. It has been fun but I just have to be careful that my talking doesn't distract other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have much planned for the weekend, but next weekend will be busy so it might be nice to just take it easy. We went on a bike ride last night so that might be in the works this weekend. Hopefully, I can get some sewing done and finish some projects. We'll see if my laziness wins out. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2784152407747021643?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2784152407747021643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2784152407747021643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2784152407747021643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2784152407747021643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/09/woo-hoo.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Woo Hoo&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-3464839260896544153</id><published>2009-08-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:51:19.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Day Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I hate being taken advantage of at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having to talk to a co-worker for over an hour after work just so we can vent and I can come home just a little less frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I'm stressed and someone else is sitting back and do nothing. Not to mention I'm doing that person's job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when I finally ask that person to do something, they debate with me and then go ask a different person to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not feeling appreciated for the work that I do above and beyond my job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I can't even tell a supervisor because it's whats expected of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that even after I talk to my co-worker about it I have to come and complain to Dylan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that I feel like I have to vent on a silly blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I don't get anything done when I come home at night. I am so tired and exhausted from the day that I just want some good chocolate and to sit in front of a screen for a few hours. Then maybe, just maybe, I'll try to go to bed at a reasonable time just to get up and do it all over again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-3464839260896544153?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3464839260896544153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=3464839260896544153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3464839260896544153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3464839260896544153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/08/longest-day-of-my-life.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Longest Day Of My Life&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-486697939877139088</id><published>2009-08-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:58:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here are some pics of the new do. I still wake up in the morning and wonder what the heck did I do? Every time I have chopped off my hair I went into the salon knowing exactly what I was doing. I love the new cut but I still miss my long hair. I guess I wasn't quite ready to chop it. I know it's just hair but it takes so long for mine to grow and it is so short in the back that it will take forever to grow back out. Maybe I just need to get over the growing out part and just enjoy it as it is. Yes, that's what I will do but until then I will shed a tear missing my long straight boring hair. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptX3-3Sz8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CKWrXbLmZk/s1600-h/DSC00371.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/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptX3-3Sz8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CKWrXbLmZk/s320/DSC00371.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375987199476158402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptYPvxbTFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F9BBMUR2be4/s1600-h/DSC00373.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/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptYPvxbTFI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F9BBMUR2be4/s320/DSC00373.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375987607741877330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-486697939877139088?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/486697939877139088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=486697939877139088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/486697939877139088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/486697939877139088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Pictures&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptX3-3Sz8I/AAAAAAAAAGg/0CKWrXbLmZk/s72-c/DSC00371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-5630486987101440006</id><published>2009-08-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:54:13.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ut oh</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My hair disappeared last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had every intention of just getting my hair colored so it finally blended together and just a trim. Little did I know that Jessi would talk me into cutting my hair in an a-line again. It is super cute, the color looks good and she did an amazing job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first cut I started freaking out just a wee bit. It was definitely a whim decision. I have been trying to grow it out and I wanted long luscious beautiful hair like the Kardashians. But let's be honest I have no body in my hair and it is like baby thin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am happy with my decision but a little sad that I cut so much off without really thinking it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it will grow back someday and in the meantime I can enjoy my new dew.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-5630486987101440006?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5630486987101440006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=5630486987101440006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5630486987101440006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5630486987101440006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/08/ut-oh.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Ut oh&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-6166790214330247485</id><published>2009-08-21T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:02:03.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan's Surprise For Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I was home from work today and when Dylan got home he left the door open. I couldn't understand why he wouldn't close the door and then he wheeled in my new bike. We had looked at bike's last week but then we never talked about it again. Well apparently he bought the bike and had it all assembled without me knowing. He even put a lock on his computer so that I couldn't get onto the computer to find out that he had purchased the bike. I was so excited. And I love that it has a basket. Hooray!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/So80QkU83NI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Gve2KCXew0M/s1600-h/DSC00343.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/_SVGxQ1MxccE/So80QkU83NI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Gve2KCXew0M/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372570339710393554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And now we are off to my department's picnic. Should be fun and I made magic cookie bars.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-6166790214330247485?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/6166790214330247485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=6166790214330247485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6166790214330247485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/6166790214330247485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/08/dylans-surprise-for-me.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Dylan&apos;s Surprise For Me&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/So80QkU83NI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Gve2KCXew0M/s72-c/DSC00343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4207145686205593268</id><published>2009-08-17T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:01:47.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated</title><content type='html'>http://pak-designs.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4207145686205593268?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4207145686205593268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4207145686205593268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4207145686205593268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4207145686205593268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/08/updated.html' title='Updated'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7685084906246384637</id><published>2009-07-20T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T23:06:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who said I want a kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So today I was at Yogurt Creations getting some gift cards for tomorrow. We are having a cooking challenge at work so I am bringing the prizes. Anyways, I walked in and the only other people in there were a young mom and a toddler. The little girl was super cute and she decided that running around the toppings in the middle of the store would be fun. She made a game out of it and thought her mom was chasing her. She came up behind me and grabbed onto my leg. She was holding tight like I was someone she knew and her mom kept apologizing but I'm pretty sure I started ovulating at the thought. Just kidding but seriously I want that. I thought after she looked up she would run to her mom but she just kept holding on and laughing. Her mom tried to pull her off but she just wanted to stay stuck to my leg. My heart melts a little.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7685084906246384637?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7685084906246384637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7685084906246384637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7685084906246384637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7685084906246384637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-said-i-want-kid.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Who said I want a kid?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4886979349070509192</id><published>2009-07-10T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:44:12.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lakefest</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan and I are leaving tonight to go to Lake San Antonio with people from his work. It should be fun. I thought since I was so white I would go get a fake bake today just to add a little color. Well I added a lot of color and I look like a tomato. Not really what I was going for. Hopefully, I won't be aching the whole time. I brought lots of sunscreen, aloe vera, and asprin. A great concoction for a good weekend.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4886979349070509192?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4886979349070509192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4886979349070509192' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4886979349070509192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4886979349070509192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/07/lakefest.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Lakefest&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7458517524501519884</id><published>2009-07-04T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:31:18.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;First off it was a 3 day weekend. Hooray, that means I get 3 in a row. My mom and dad came down yesterday and of course I met my mom in Paso to go quilt shopping. The highlight was that this new store just opened called Birch and it is my favorite fabric store! So don't go there....no but really go it was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night we went to see the Proposal. I have already seen it but nobody else had. It was probably even funnier the 2nd time around. It was a good date movie I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Margie's Diner for breakfast then on a whim decided to drive to the Chumash casino. We weren't there much more than an hour. My dad walked out $30.00 on top and Dylan was $27.00 on top. Mom and I lost about $8.00 together. We just played the nickel machines though but it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is about as exciting as our weekend has been. The parents left and now Dylan and I are just chilling at home. I want to go see the fireworks but I would rather stay away from the crowd. I guess we're not that patriotic. But I am doing laundry like a good little wife and my house has stayed clean.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7458517524501519884?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7458517524501519884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7458517524501519884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7458517524501519884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7458517524501519884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-weekend.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Good Weekend&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7659817014343633096</id><published>2009-05-31T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T01:09:53.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>been a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan was conditionally accepted into the CHP on Friday and we couldn't be any more stoked. It has been his dream to be in the CHP and he is so close. He just has to go through a few more hoops and then it just depends on how long it takes Sacramento to process all the paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to Santa Barbara on Friday to celebrate. We stayed at the Harbor View Inn right on State Street and the Harbor. The weather was overcast but it was still beautiful. My favorite part of course was the massage that we got today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to head back because Dylan had a birthday party he had to be at. That left me available to go to the Drive-in with friends. We got to see Up which was super cute. I love Pixar movies. I don't think I have been disappointed yet. And I was stoked because Hannah Montana played second. It was pretty good for being Hannah Montana, but maybe I'm biased since I am all about the Disney Channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan leaves for Bakersfield for work on Monday. This is his third week going out of town for 3 days in a row. It seems like he is gone more than at home. But I guess if all the CHP stuff happens I will have to get used to it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7659817014343633096?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7659817014343633096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7659817014343633096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7659817014343633096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7659817014343633096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-while.html' title='&lt;center&gt;been a while.&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-9212477279201999550</id><published>2009-04-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:36:30.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say retarded?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan and I went to Best Buy today so that I could buy Jillian Michaels' Fitness for Wii. While we were there, we decided to peruse the Blu-ray aisle and we noticed that everything was turned backwards. So it was kind of a pain to look through when you couldn't see the front of the dvds. On the other side of the aisle, I heard a lot of commotion going on. There were 2 college-aged guys talking and turning the dvds the wrong way. I asked Dylan if I should go tell the Best Buy guys that were nearby, only because I know that if I worked there I would be pissed to have to go back through and turn everything the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up 2 two Best Buy guys and proceeded to tell on the 2 guys turning things the wrong way. Then after I told on the guys, 1 Best Buy guy said, "Oh, we have inventory tonight and those are our guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt totally stupid afterwards. Dylan kept looking at Blu-Rays and I saw the Best Buy guys walk over to them and I felt really stupid. So I walked away to check out because I knew they were probably telling the guys how this stupid girl had just tattled to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, is it wrong to want to be like her? I think I'm obsessed.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SfUZHE1hUCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f8WWE2Zr_hA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SfUZHE1hUCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f8WWE2Zr_hA/s320/20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329193343410851874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-9212477279201999550?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/9212477279201999550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=9212477279201999550' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/9212477279201999550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/9212477279201999550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/04/can-you-say-retarded.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Can you say retarded?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SfUZHE1hUCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/f8WWE2Zr_hA/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-8767518114150943239</id><published>2009-04-23T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:18:16.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I signed up for Twitter today. I don't know why but I thought I must give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/dkyoungblood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-8767518114150943239?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/8767518114150943239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=8767518114150943239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/8767518114150943239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/8767518114150943239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/04/tweet-me.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Tweet Me&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4392789100048241434</id><published>2009-04-17T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:37:13.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here is a picture of the tattoo since I know Sarah really wanted to see it. It is still healing so it is dry and I have to keep putting ointment on it. I love it though. I chose the same font that Dylan used for the verse that he got on his side. Otherwise I might have chose something different but it meant more to me this way. And yes, I did show my mom last weekend when I was home. She was disappointed but no tears were shed like last time. She just said I thought you grew up and out of that stage. Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/Sei9UEqkFiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OWx1gHf1FbM/s1600-h/0417091021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/Sei9UEqkFiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OWx1gHf1FbM/s320/0417091021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325714711912912418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4392789100048241434?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4392789100048241434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4392789100048241434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4392789100048241434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4392789100048241434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-healing.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Still Healing&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/Sei9UEqkFiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/OWx1gHf1FbM/s72-c/0417091021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2487608346776734171</id><published>2009-04-16T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:21:57.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who doesn't love a spray tan?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Dylan and I went for the second time to get a spray tan on Tuesday night. He is so funny because he is the one who really has wanted to do it both times. We got one a couple weeks ago and it pretty much faded so back we went for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it's been so windy lately because I really wanted to show off my tanned legs. I might just get used to this.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2487608346776734171?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2487608346776734171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2487608346776734171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2487608346776734171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2487608346776734171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-doesnt-love-spray-tan.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Who doesn&apos;t love a spray tan?&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7901812303811946544</id><published>2009-04-13T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:23:21.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoozled</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've always wanted to get another tattoo but never knew that I would actually follow through with it. Dylan got a verse put on his side last Sunday and I was going to finally get my wrist tattooed but there wasn't enough time. I knew that if I walked out that night I probably wouldn't do it. Well, I did. I went back last Thursday and although it hurt way more than my tramp stamp I now have the word grace on my wrist. I had been wearing a bracelet that said grace for a while now and I thought it would be nice to make it permanent and always have the reminder right there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wasn't too thrilled but she got over it. She just kept saying that she thought I grew up and out of the stage that I used to be in. I guess not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it and even though it hurt it was well worth it in the end.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7901812303811946544?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7901812303811946544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7901812303811946544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7901812303811946544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7901812303811946544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/04/tattoozled.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Tattoozled&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7837501608801919504</id><published>2009-03-31T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:39:04.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>Dylan and I are doing a lot better than the stuff we were going through the past 2 weeks. I am so happy now and just had to keep reminding myself to look towards the future and not dwell on the moment. Here is a picture from our date night last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SdLvt4EQidI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-P1NBJdvdjM/s1600-h/IMG_3390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SdLvt4EQidI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-P1NBJdvdjM/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319577681301375442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7837501608801919504?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7837501608801919504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7837501608801919504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7837501608801919504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7837501608801919504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/03/quick-update.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Quick Update&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SdLvt4EQidI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-P1NBJdvdjM/s72-c/IMG_3390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7687083291899549770</id><published>2009-03-28T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:19:39.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cut Bangs!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I forgot to mention that I cut bangs on Wednesday night at like 11:15pm. I just needed to do something for myself. I tried to get a picture but my camera battery died. I will post a pic when that decides to work again.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7687083291899549770?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7687083291899549770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7687083291899549770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7687083291899549770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7687083291899549770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-cut-bangs.html' title='&lt;center&gt;You Cut Bangs!!!&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-5594657810616568190</id><published>2009-03-28T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T13:46:18.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely, I am so lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Whoever said marriage was perfect? Well, Dylan and I are going through a rough patch right now and it is so hard. What first consisted of crying is now just anger. I hate feeling this way but I can't just pretend to be happy and let everything go. This is not what I signed up for. I know that the end product will be happiness again, but this in between time really sucks. I just hope that this time will end quickly and things will be better again soon.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-5594657810616568190?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5594657810616568190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=5594657810616568190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5594657810616568190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5594657810616568190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/03/lonely-i-am-so-lonely.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Lonely, I am so lonely&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-367501240996803892</id><published>2009-02-24T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:46:17.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Chef</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I decided to be a good wife and really start cooking for my husband. Usually I just make easy stuff that I already know how to make and doesn't take much effort but I consulted my recipe books and found things that I wanted to try for the week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the store yesterday on my lunch break and got everything I would need for the week. Usually we only plan dinner for like a night or two so that was a huge step. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I made chicken stir-fry over rice and tonight we had chicken with balsamic and garlic. And the best part is they were both edible and delicious. I am reminded again of how much I enjoy cooking. I think this just might be a new establishment in our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and Dylan has challenged me to be nice for a whole month. That is really hard for me because usually I can't even go a day without saying something smart or being a pain in the butt. I am on day 9 though and I only had one oopsies this weekend but he said I could have one and next time it starts over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing he isn't around me all day long because I probably would never have gotten to day two.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-367501240996803892?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/367501240996803892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=367501240996803892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/367501240996803892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/367501240996803892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-call-me-chef.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Just Call Me Chef&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-5088326526048682060</id><published>2009-02-09T18:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:59:16.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAK Designs</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My sister, Andrea, and I have decided to start a blog about the things that we are making so you should consider checking it out every once in a while. I just posted the first blog on there today with what I was working on. It's on my blog list.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-5088326526048682060?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5088326526048682060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=5088326526048682060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5088326526048682060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5088326526048682060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/02/pak-designs.html' title='&lt;center&gt;PAK Designs&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7794336741440144981</id><published>2009-02-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:12:20.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much Moved In</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;We finally got our own place in SLO. Hooray! We are living on Palm St like 2 blocks from my work. Last week was so nice. I was able to walk to and from work each day and come home for lunch. It also doesn't take me a half hour to get home anymore so I feel like the night lasts longer and I have more time to get stuff done. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I totally got the Wii Fit and it makes me happy. It's fun because you don't realize you are exercising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7794336741440144981?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7794336741440144981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7794336741440144981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7794336741440144981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7794336741440144981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2009/02/pretty-much-moved-in.html' title='Pretty Much Moved In'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-3600151463755964071</id><published>2008-12-16T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:11:30.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASSED OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So yesterday I randomly got sick to my stomach and proceeded to pass out at work. Did I mention that when I get light-headed my body gets super hot and I like to take the necessary precaution of cooling down my body by stripping off my clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there I am with a cami and black thong on laying down on the bathroom floor when I then pass out. I remember coming to and seeing Traci in the bathroom and hearing my supervisor Jennifer say that she tried to call Dylan but he didn't answer and the she is also going to call 911. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there I am exposing myself to everyone I work with and then the firemen, EMTs, and Dylan show up. How embarrassing! I could hear the firemen talking about how they wanted a loby in their bathroom like we had. It was weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But I couldn't get up without feeling like I was going to faint so I got to take my 1st ride since I was little in the ambulance to the ER. The EMTs were really nice even despite seeing me half exposed. They let a fireman do an IV on me and he was kind of rough but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting. I thought I would pass out again seeing that in my arm. Oh and in the bathroom they pricked my finger and tested my blood sugar which I was scared of too but I barely felt. So I'm starting to be less afraid of needles the more I have to have them inside of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;They put 2 liters of saline stuff in me and after about 3 hours at the hospital, I finally got to go home. I missed work again today because my head has been hurting but it is finally starting to feel a little bit better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So we'll see how much that puts a whole in mine and Dylan's pocket. And my car has been acting up so Dylan took it to the dealer while I was in the hospital yesterday and they called earlier today to tell me all the things that are wrong with it and that is going to be a nice chunk of change as well. We'll see if I picked the right insurance to cover all the medical bills that will be showing up soon. AHHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-3600151463755964071?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3600151463755964071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=3600151463755964071' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3600151463755964071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3600151463755964071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/12/passed-out.html' title='PASSED OUT'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-5826983971033385971</id><published>2008-11-27T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:15:52.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5WmL2qdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bRi2q3WlKgY/s1600-h/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791268_1280_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5WmL2qdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bRi2q3WlKgY/s320/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791268_1280_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273247427714512370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I forgot to write about my new favorite show that is going to fill the void that is left by the cancellation of Pushing Daisies. How I Met Your Mother is legen - wait for it - dary and completely awesome. So suit up and watch it because you're really missing out if you haven't seen it. Some people are turned off by Neil Patrick Harris since he was Doogie Houser but he really makes the show. So go watch it...right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-5826983971033385971?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/5826983971033385971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=5826983971033385971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5826983971033385971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/5826983971033385971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops I Did It Again'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5WmL2qdfI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bRi2q3WlKgY/s72-c/How-I-Met-Your-Mother-Cast-how-i-met-your-mother-791268_1280_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7782447227985398418</id><published>2008-11-26T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T00:10:49.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Daisies and How I Met Your Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5NOWOb3iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/li3PM5S1BXg/s1600-h/pushing_daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5NOWOb3iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/li3PM5S1BXg/s320/pushing_daisies.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273237122577063458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad that Pushing Daisies is being cancelled. It is probably one of my favorite shoes. I love the characters and the colors. It is so different from everything else that is on and now it will be gone forever. I will miss Ned and Chuck and how they couldn't touch or she would die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7782447227985398418?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7782447227985398418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7782447227985398418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7782447227985398418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7782447227985398418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/pushing-daisies-and-how-i-met-your.html' title='Pushing Daisies and How I Met Your Mother'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SS5NOWOb3iI/AAAAAAAAAFE/li3PM5S1BXg/s72-c/pushing_daisies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-7514157922693235057</id><published>2008-11-14T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:37:58.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;So I haven't posted on here in quite some time. I never forgot about my blog just never was happy with it. I need to make it my own instead of using some already made template before I will be completely satisfied with it. Enough ranting, onto the updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Dylan and I traveled down to Thousand Oaks so that Dylan could take his CVSA exam for the CHP. He passed! And I couldn't be any more excited. A few more steps in the process and hopefully it will happen this time. We spent the afternoon together today as we traveled back. It was really nice, like a mini vacation. We decided we need to do that more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are back in Nipomo where we get to stay with Dylan's parents until we can finally find a place decent enough in SLO to move into. It's only been like 4 months for this temporary move. We were hoping to be out at least by Thanksgiving but it doesn't look like that is going to happen. I hate living so far from everything and not to mention with the in-laws. Not exactly marital bliss, but we make do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-7514157922693235057?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/7514157922693235057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=7514157922693235057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7514157922693235057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/7514157922693235057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time.html' title='Long Time'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2851439085353055557</id><published>2008-06-20T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T23:00:17.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP ROCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SFyYs4bPxLI/AAAAAAAAADI/YLiglQNA330/s1600-h/camprock625june20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214210365416522930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SFyYs4bPxLI/AAAAAAAAADI/YLiglQNA330/s320/camprock625june20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably the best movie ever. Oh to be in junior high again, it brings me back. You should probably watch it. I'm sure it will be on Disney Channel till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2851439085353055557?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2851439085353055557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2851439085353055557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2851439085353055557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2851439085353055557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/06/camp-rock.html' title='CAMP ROCK'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SFyYs4bPxLI/AAAAAAAAADI/YLiglQNA330/s72-c/camprock625june20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-4320542250203883189</id><published>2008-05-29T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T18:12:02.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm All Grow'd Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So everything is about to change for me. I finally got a real job and couldn't be more excited. I will be working for the City of San Luis Obispo in the Finance Department and I'm stoked. Not to mention my mom screamed on the phone when I told her. Let's just say she was more excited than me. And on top of everything else my car hit 100,000 miles today and I didn't know if I should cry or just keep driving. So instead I took pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s1600-h/0529081617.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s1600-h/0529081617.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s1600-h/0529081617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s320/0529081617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205966793168937634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s1600-h/0529081617.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9POEtQYrI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAgEe161yGM/s1600-h/0529081618a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9POEtQYrI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAgEe161yGM/s320/0529081618a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205966797463904946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CKC ended last night too. I'm gonna miss it but at least I still get to be with the kids every other Sunday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9POEtQYrI/AAAAAAAAACw/IAgEe161yGM/s1600-h/0529081618a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9Tk0tQYsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e3f2q_8XHvY/s1600-h/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9Tk0tQYsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/e3f2q_8XHvY/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205971586352440002" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9TlUtQYtI/AAAAAAAAADA/zkABIYFJsCk/s1600-h/IMG_2184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9TlUtQYtI/AAAAAAAAADA/zkABIYFJsCk/s320/IMG_2184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205971594942374610" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-4320542250203883189?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/4320542250203883189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=4320542250203883189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4320542250203883189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/4320542250203883189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-all-growd-up.html' title='&lt;center&gt;I&apos;m All Grow&apos;d Up&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SD9PN0tQYqI/AAAAAAAAACo/YpkfieH7k_w/s72-c/0529081617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2521090358583435554</id><published>2008-03-21T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:49:52.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-Rzo2t5lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j_P_yNmfznw/s1600-h/Baby+bottom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-Rzo2t5lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j_P_yNmfznw/s320/Baby+bottom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392617102906770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-RzpGt5laI/AAAAAAAAACY/7DF3hvZEcGU/s1600-h/Playing+Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-RzpGt5laI/AAAAAAAAACY/7DF3hvZEcGU/s320/Playing+Together.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392621397874082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-RzpWt5lbI/AAAAAAAAACg/7wZLZ5zH4Xc/s1600-h/Tired+Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-RzpWt5lbI/AAAAAAAAACg/7wZLZ5zH4Xc/s320/Tired+Out.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392625692841394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;My sister sent me some pictures today of my favorite babies. I haven't seen them in a while but I am happy knowing I get to see them for Easter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-2521090358583435554?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2521090358583435554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2521090358583435554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2521090358583435554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2521090358583435554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-favorite-babies.html' title='My Favorite Babies'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R-Rzo2t5lZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/j_P_yNmfznw/s72-c/Baby+bottom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-300887306011254564</id><published>2008-03-15T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:19:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R9wuqGIzU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/QxVlyxzMgfY/s1600-h/TheOfficeSeason3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R9wuqGIzU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/QxVlyxzMgfY/s320/TheOfficeSeason3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178064972306142178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This weekend has been relaxing thus far. Dylan has been off doing things and I am stuck at home watching Dan In Real Life and The Office. A Steve Carell marathon. Not to mention I am picking up crocheting again and I made a really cute hat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-300887306011254564?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/300887306011254564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=300887306011254564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/300887306011254564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/300887306011254564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/R9wuqGIzU-I/AAAAAAAAABY/QxVlyxzMgfY/s72-c/TheOfficeSeason3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-3859641947255366671</id><published>2008-03-03T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:28:41.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embarrassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;So today I did the most embarrassing thing I have ever done. I don't embarrass easily but this was different. Let's just say that it was to prevent me from fainting and had a police man drove by I could have been arrested for multiple things. Not to mention the fact that it was in a church parking lot. Needless to say, I feel much better and am glad only Dylan was there to witness it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;What a supportive husband I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4675533109979710397-3859641947255366671?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/3859641947255366671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=3859641947255366671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3859641947255366671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/3859641947255366671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/03/embarrassing_03.html' title='Embarrassing'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4675533109979710397.post-2332797983496235367</id><published>2008-02-15T23:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:43:02.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am once again amazed at the complexity of the mind and how two people can sit and have intellectual conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I have noticed that it rarely seems possible to have a real conversation. People don't seem to really care about how other people are doing and don't want to take the time to get to know someone. Like everyone can always be good or okay when you ask them. How come we can't be honest and how come we can never go deeper? I even find myself having the most driest exchanges with some of my best friends but all the while slowly fading away from the potential of a great friendship.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I say all this because tonight I just had one of the best conversations with one of my closest friends. Raw conversation, emotions involved. None of these surface encounters. I have to say it redefines a person. It makes me realize things about myself that maybe I wouldn't voice if not given this opportunity. To share with someone knowing that they generally&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; care and opening up leaving myself in a very vulnerable position is not the side of me that most people see. I think it takes a tremendous amount of trust and honesty to get to a position where you can completely let your guard down and be fully open. Not many people can see you on the inside but when they can it is so amazing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I hope that everyone has someone in their life that they can open up to because I think it is therapeutic and helps you identify who you really are.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&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/4675533109979710397-2332797983496235367?l=kimyoungblood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/feeds/2332797983496235367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4675533109979710397&amp;postID=2332797983496235367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2332797983496235367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4675533109979710397/posts/default/2332797983496235367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimyoungblood.blogspot.com/2008/02/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>Kim Youngblood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12255966062435410847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SVGxQ1MxccE/SptetawZJAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/IM0k32dfL7A/S220/DSC00352.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
