<?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-4231812403514274042</id><updated>2011-10-21T12:22:51.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kansas Cranes</title><subtitle type='html'>Through thick and thin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Cranes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552064370798397984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1091561393432787437</id><published>2010-05-10T18:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T19:01:49.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A shoutout to Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/S-iePauMY6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfiSBhDpZ9s/s1600/Mommy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469795735149765538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/S-iePauMY6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfiSBhDpZ9s/s320/Mommy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!! You're the best mom anyone could ask for! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-1091561393432787437?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/1091561393432787437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=1091561393432787437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1091561393432787437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1091561393432787437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2010/05/shoutout-to-mom.html' title='A shoutout to Mom'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/S-iePauMY6I/AAAAAAAAAQk/cfiSBhDpZ9s/s72-c/Mommy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1487026978516394946</id><published>2010-04-03T19:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T20:02:03.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got game</title><content type='html'>We got to spend our Saturday morning hanging out at the South Relays watching Laura throw the javelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/S7fiHhftR8I/AAAAAAAABN4/BSjXzP4sgGg/s1600/IMG_20733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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We've got 4 birthdays this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas William John was born to Carrie and T. Anthony John on December 17, 2009. He's a cutie. He looks so much like Carrie and yet he looks so much like Tony. It's crazy! He's a great addition to the family! It doesn't feel all that much different with him here. He feels like he has always been here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Joy Crane was born on December 22, 1989. We love Melanie. She's always keeping us entertained with her jokes, and her fun personality. She's just crazy and absolutely hilarious! No more "teen angst" for this girl, seeing as she turned 20. She spent the last few days of her teenage life getting out all of her "angst."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Anthony John was born on December 29th. Tony's a lot of fun. He loves the Red Sox, and pretty much all sports. He knows his stats. Tony is a great new dad to little Will. Carrie, Tony, and Will just moved here from Springfield, MO. Tony is starting his new job soon and I'm sure he'll be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Crane was born on December 30th a few years ago. What to say about our wonderful mother? Words can't describe. She's always there for us. She's extremely patient with her five daughters and she always knows just what to say. Sometimes we don't want to hear what she has to say, but 99.9% of the time she's right! Extremely kind and funny, we're lucky to have her as a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8786743378975358695?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8786743378975358695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8786743378975358695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8786743378975358695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8786743378975358695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/12/busy-birthday-month.html' title='Busy Birthday Month'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8496822415253689868</id><published>2009-12-24T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:20:20.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTY4NTk4ODg1NCZwdD*xMjYxNjg2MDIwNzcxJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz**NDJkMThlOTZhZWM*Mjc5ODYwYzlkYWIwODJlM2YwZiZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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F &lt;/strong&gt;Family, Friends, Freedom &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;randparents &lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;olidays &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;Ice Cream &lt;strong&gt;J &lt;/strong&gt;Jelly &lt;strong&gt;K &lt;/strong&gt;Kansas&lt;strong&gt; L &lt;/strong&gt;Licorice &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt; Music&lt;strong&gt; N &lt;/strong&gt;Nintendo (the old school one) &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt; the Office &lt;strong&gt;P &lt;/strong&gt;Pianos, Parents &lt;strong&gt;Q &lt;/strong&gt;Quiet times&lt;strong&gt; R&lt;/strong&gt; Rain &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;isters &lt;strong&gt;T &lt;/strong&gt;The wonderful Country we live in &lt;strong&gt;U &lt;/strong&gt;Underwear (hey, it's important) &lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt; Vacations &lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt; Winter ( and all seasons really) &lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt; XM radio (? i couldn't really think of anything that started with an x, but I do love music) &lt;strong&gt;Y &lt;/strong&gt;yo yo's &lt;strong&gt;Z &lt;/strong&gt;Zebra Cakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed a lot of these have to do with food or music...so I guess those are two things I like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun thanksgiving. Carrie and Tony came here from Springfield and Melanie flew in from Utah. We're excited for everyone to come home for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8020079698375645791?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8020079698375645791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8020079698375645791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8020079698375645791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8020079698375645791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-4709015863796790965</id><published>2009-10-27T14:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:09:01.199-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JDRF Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and a few of my friends went to the JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation) walk to help raise money to search for a cure to Type 1 diabetes. It was a lot of fun. There was a couple mile long walk and then blow up obstacle course, tons of food, rides, etc. It was FREEZING! but it was worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409000607419078946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SxChZPMWGSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5tEXd18hz4Y/s320/jdrf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is Me and my mom, and my friend Mairin and her mom. We were diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes within a couple of years of each other. I was in 3rd grade, and she was in 5th. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409000948445055826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SxChtFnRi1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/FNXZWvyxCIg/s320/jdrf2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my friend Nora on a ride they had. I was sooo dizzy by the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409001145251029362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SxCh4ixeYXI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tk8DQVxge6U/s320/jdrf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LtoR: Mairin, Ellie, Katie, Davey, Laura, Clare, Nora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all tie dyed shirts, and put our nicknames on the back and various other things such as "DIEabetes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-4709015863796790965?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/4709015863796790965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=4709015863796790965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4709015863796790965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4709015863796790965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/10/jdrf-walk.html' title='JDRF Walk'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SxChZPMWGSI/AAAAAAAAAP4/5tEXd18hz4Y/s72-c/jdrf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8123815264857557129</id><published>2009-10-27T12:26:00.033-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:03:02.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry it's been a LONG time since we last posted anything. I know you're all &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; interested to know what has been going on in our lives so I will inform you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HyVee and Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melanie and I both started back up working at a local grocery store. Melanie had a job in the bakery and I worked as a cashier. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397334774747095682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SucvYZ6p4oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzh3SwqtWeE/s320/hyvee.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day Melanie and I wore pretty much the same outfit to work, so naturally we took a pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397335277159186642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sucv1pjCANI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iqX6ndXZAUw/s320/birthday.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here is a picture of the beautifully decorated cake for my birthday by Melanie. Decorating cakes was one of the many things she did while working in the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397339282863129858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suczez9RhQI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vi2nnbkNU_E/s320/hp.jpg" border="0" /&gt; When Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince hit theaters, Melanie and I, and a few friends went to the midnight premiere. Only a few of us dressed up, but we looked good! Here is a picture of Caleb (Ron), Melanie (Harry), and Me (Hermione).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397339225632494674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SuczbewbVFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ekcIqQpwgRE/s320/hp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397339343546085026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SucziWBN7qI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Snnm5_sJKmU/s320/hp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is our group in the theater before anyone else showed up in it. We got there pretty early. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We Love the Royals!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Growing up in Kansas City, I've been a Kansas City Royals fan most of my life. A lot of people don't know this, but I really enjoy watching baseball games. Especially the Royals. They may not always win, in fact it's kind of a rare thing, but I'm still a loyal fan. This summer, we went to quite a few games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397340586021534482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc0qqmcuxI/AAAAAAAAANA/ukjA8WMsPog/s320/royals1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397342847284802370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc2uSdn80I/AAAAAAAAANw/5lgVQMdxLpk/s320/royals7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Melanie and I again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397340825032751730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc04k_KenI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oJ9ICO7ae50/s320/royals3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Melanie and I yet again. I think people sitting around us got annoyed because we were pretty loud and excited fans :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397340950583128370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc0_4stMTI/AAAAAAAAANY/wPZK1QZaqWc/s320/momroyals.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was one of the last family outings we had before Melanie went back to school. It was a ton of fun. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397340707227804450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc0xuIRoyI/AAAAAAAAANI/yst49K9O3Rk/s320/royals2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Singing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" during the 7th inning strrreetch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397342482961976210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc2ZFQSy5I/AAAAAAAAANg/stBwhh8mJ6Q/s320/royals5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We often got to games early because of T-Shirt Tuesdays! T-Shirt Tuesday is usually one tuesday a month, when the first 10-20 thousand fans get a free t-shirt. They're some of my favorite times to go to Royals games. In fact, in all of these pictures, we're sporting T-shirt Tuesday t-shirts. Sometimes we'd get there a long time before the game started and so we'd have some time to kill. This is how Melanie and I would spend it. Walking around Kauffman stadium, taking pictures, etc. Above is a picture of Melanie "supporting" Zack Greinke.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397342603869581506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc2gHq6cMI/AAAAAAAAANo/2C1uCOYf8rA/s320/royals6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here he is stepping on my head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Melanie and I made up a lot of differnet cheers and things we would do to pass the time and enjoy ourselves during the games. Usually when we walked through the gates to get into the games melanie yelled, in a voice I can't describe, "I Love the ROYALS!!" So now it's something we all say frequently. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EFY and Youth Conference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer I had Youth Conference and EFY one after the other. Youth Conference was Friday-Saturday, and then on Monday I headed out to EFY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346235767393890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc5zhi1DmI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/57YYo5zfOUM/s320/youthconf2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Here's a picture of Me and a couple of girls from our stake at a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346126626692130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc5tK9qHCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/KWdeNyPUfJI/s320/youthconference.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of me and the other two girls in my group at Youth conference. This is a picture of us at a service project at a petting zoo. Karlin (yellow) Me (blue) and Jess (red).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397346030639199618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc5nlYdNYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UjewIvZN8Hg/s320/efy.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is a picture from the last night of EFY. Ashley, Me, Kate, and Brynn. We were suite mates. This was in our little "living room." Ashley and Brynn are from Missouri and shared one room. Kate is in my stake and we shared the other. It was a fun but extremely exhausting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a Boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;We had a mini Crane reunion for a week during August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397348145309123090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc7irJDghI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ATRiJWCDx-Q/s320/babycake.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a sisters baby shower for Carrie on one day. Above is the delicious cake we had decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397345919889106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc5hIzk5zI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UzthYxMHEng/s320/baby+showa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All of the sisters with the presents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397349998251656882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc9Oh4-xrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Dt1ESUDUXlk/s320/clothesforthomasj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What a lucky baby! He's going to be one well dressed boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397351208364624082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc-U96ZSNI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Sn_KR0qERWA/s320/familyphoto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While we were all together we got some sister pictures taken. (It's kind of blurry because I had to scan the picture into the computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397351029790894962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc-KkrGa3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/ucUOhyIBdHs/s320/out+to+eat+with+the+fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we got our pictures taken, we went out to eat at Red Robin. Yum! This is all of us in the car on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397348222318729970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc7nKBk2vI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pKxTnmBzvjc/s320/babys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We got balloons at Red Robin and took pictures trying to be Carrie. (she also has a balloon under her shirt) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397351141519295010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Suc-RE5OgiI/AAAAAAAAAPA/pXCPscJtQrE/s320/balloons.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then we released them into the wind in honor of Brandi. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another thing we did was before Carrie could come. We went to a Water Park.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397353834800254834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SudAt2Jcj3I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uSiVBFdwNwk/s320/schliter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397354317442088850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SudBJ8IOf5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/n0cPWCnW9Y8/s320/schliterbahn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397354095499218882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SudA9BU7D8I/AAAAAAAAAPY/eAQeVc7eIPA/s320/schliter2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397355099044244306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SudB3b0s61I/AAAAAAAAAPo/7A4jzJolJ9w/s320/emily%27s+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is Melanie and Emily with another cake Melanie decorated for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397355741234106210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SudCc0Ksj2I/AAAAAAAAAPw/7X4VwcpZSs8/s320/sunday.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And finally, a traditional Sunday picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a fun summer. I miss having all of them here, but the Holidays are coming up and I'll get to see them soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll try to be better about blogging so the posts won't be so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8123815264857557129?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8123815264857557129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8123815264857557129' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8123815264857557129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8123815264857557129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time, no blog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SucvYZ6p4oI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Dzh3SwqtWeE/s72-c/hyvee.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-534482393243657767</id><published>2009-06-19T20:38:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:11:34.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Favorite Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRANDI CRANE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350369583628830338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SkBUyfFARoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ksHFEl0H8cc/s320/Brandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;July 1, 1996 - May 19, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One month ago today, we lost a beloved member of our family; our dog, Brandi Crane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It was a five day stretch from finding out she was sick to when she had to be put to sleep, so it wasn't easy for any of us. We took her into the vet because she had a limp and we thought maybe her shoulder was popped out of place or something, but it turned out that she had Osteosarcoma, bone cancer. They said they could amputate it, but we didn't want to do that to her, so they said she'd probably have a couple of months to live. Two days later, her front leg was completely swollen and she couldn't put any weight on it at all. She got worse so much faster than any of us expected. She was stubborn through the end, not letting us help her do anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Brandi was by no means a perfect dog, but she was the best dog we could have asked for. She was our best friend and companion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some of her favorite words were:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;leash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hot dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She loved going for family walks and loved getting outside any oppurtunity she got. When she was younger, she loved to play frisbee, but as she got older, her hurt her joints too much, but she still loved walks through the end. She also loved playing with her tug of war ring, but her teeth weren't as strong as she became an older dog, so she didn't like that much anymore. She also loved going on car rides and sticking her head out the window and smelling all the smells that were in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Something else annoying/cute about her is before she went to bed every night she come in every room and check and make sure everyone was there. She'd nudge our bedroom doors open with her nose, sniff you and go to the next room and do the same thing. She always made sure we were okay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Some things she didn't like were people touching her nose, and paws, being left out, animals in visible distance, or when you bothered her while she was eating. She also didn't like it when people would do much hugging or picking each other up. She'd start getting agitated and bark at you if you did that. Sometimes we'd pretend fight with each other just to get her agitated. It was really funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We will miss her a lot: all of the walks, all of the family pictures, everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She was the best friend we could have ever asked for. But we know she's in doggie heaven now happy, not in pain, and playing with all dogs past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350369744611631314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SkBU72yS4NI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ASHfKzOy3js/s320/ALL+sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350369819900661282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SkBVAPQmTiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DDchKGfyZ5A/s320/ALL+sisters2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-534482393243657767?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/534482393243657767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=534482393243657767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/534482393243657767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/534482393243657767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/06/our-favorite-dog.html' title='Our Favorite Dog'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SkBUyfFARoI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ksHFEl0H8cc/s72-c/Brandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-4544938612119278410</id><published>2009-06-13T19:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:47:59.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jill!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Jilly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to you!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348029389582453026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SjgEZQ5pSSI/AAAAAAAAALw/dPVoorglZYA/s320/jillll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday was Jill's birthday. She turned 24!!! describe Jill in a few words:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;olly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ntellegent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;oving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;aughable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348028057727102178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SjgDLvWlbOI/AAAAAAAAALo/qcEyY3NDyoE/s320/jilly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jill is a ver fun big sister, who always makes us laugh with her witty humor. She is also very patient, which is good when you have annoying younger siblings :)  Good luck on year 25! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you!!!&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/4231812403514274042-4544938612119278410?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/4544938612119278410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=4544938612119278410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4544938612119278410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4544938612119278410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-jill.html' title='Happy Birthday Jill!!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SjgEZQ5pSSI/AAAAAAAAALw/dPVoorglZYA/s72-c/jillll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-7847984505571363785</id><published>2009-05-29T15:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:51:43.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Carrie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBV5L-IlLI/AAAAAAAAALI/pSLqhW0y6u4/s1600-h/Carrie%27s+1st+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341363599015711922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBV5L-IlLI/AAAAAAAAALI/pSLqhW0y6u4/s320/Carrie%27s+1st+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie's 1st birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341363800460803842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBWE6aYvwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/c6eWGEYkPzI/s320/carrie+23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie's 23rd birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wednesday, May 27th was Carrie's 26th birthday! We're all lucky to have Carrie as a sister. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie in a nutshell:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emarkable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eally fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ncredible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nergetic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carrie's a really good big sister! I hope this next year is a good! We love you!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-7847984505571363785?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/7847984505571363785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=7847984505571363785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7847984505571363785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7847984505571363785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-carrie.html' title='Happy Birthday Carrie!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBV5L-IlLI/AAAAAAAAALI/pSLqhW0y6u4/s72-c/Carrie%27s+1st+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1045005842754859191</id><published>2009-05-29T15:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:09:45.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tassle's worth the hassle! part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tony also graduated from school recently. On May 15 he got his Master's Degree in Organizational Psychology from Missouri State University. I didn't get to go to the graduation because I had a track meet, but Melanie, my mom and dad did, as well as Tony's parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341339698500450738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBAJ_nPubI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i4dEDWn-Ggs/s320/tony+grad+byu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tony and Carrie after Tony graduated from BYU in '07.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341339904880396994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBAWAcDysI/AAAAAAAAAK4/FsSLzosbX9M/s320/tony+grad+msu2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tony in front of MSU sign '09.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341340128844525730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBAjCxRMKI/AAAAAAAAALA/A3FN2_ALSms/s320/tony+grad+msu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Both Families together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congratulations Master John!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-1045005842754859191?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/1045005842754859191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=1045005842754859191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1045005842754859191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1045005842754859191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/05/tassles-worth-hassle-part-2.html' title='The tassle&apos;s worth the hassle! part 2'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SiBAJ_nPubI/AAAAAAAAAKw/i4dEDWn-Ggs/s72-c/tony+grad+byu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8367610767874244630</id><published>2009-05-28T21:26:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:48:43.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The tassle's worth the hassle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; (I'm not going to take credit for the title, I found it online)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, Emily graduated from Brigham Young University-Idaho. My mom, dad, and I got to go to Idaho and watch her receive her diploma. Ben, Natalie, and Joe also graduated so we got to watch them too. It was a good trip. We took lots of pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069045138185618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9J_5RL3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-60tUVjrUUA/s320/earlyroomies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Roomies: Natalie and Emily  (freshman year )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069200523164946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9KI8H2fRI/AAAAAAAAAJo/f46Q0IvqZyI/s320/roomies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natalie and Emily.  Graduates!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069398852955026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9KUe9W65I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZpTJanA5HVI/s320/famgraduation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, Natalie, Joe, and Emily. All of the graduate cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069749533815506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9Ko5WMMtI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/A0Ag81fbtPc/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Family &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341069955971487458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9K06YxFuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/d2Or6r9647o/s320/bean.jpg" border="0" /&gt; With her diploma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341070096392017234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9K9FfoVVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/zQajkGD2Bso/s320/sporibuilding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of the Jacob Spori building where she spent most of her time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341070306811673602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9LJVXlfAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CbM6CB9yekE/s320/byui.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;BYU-I sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341070549708065650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9LXeOmS3I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Me3aft2Gqbo/s320/jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of the Jacob Spori building again. Fun jumping picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341071052592451090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9L0vnlDhI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nlFjuWoBFEQ/s320/4281_1167733955888_1304115110_440806_7146774_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute then....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341071219377350402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9L-c8MpwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/3lX4Lxn5XN4/s320/spori.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cute now!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS EMILY!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We Love You!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8367610767874244630?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8367610767874244630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8367610767874244630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8367610767874244630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8367610767874244630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/05/tassles-worth-hassle.html' title='The tassle&apos;s worth the hassle!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sh9J_5RL3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-60tUVjrUUA/s72-c/earlyroomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-6878377258626961412</id><published>2009-05-28T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T21:26:17.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late postings</title><content type='html'>I am going to post some things I've been meaning to for a long time. So stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-6878377258626961412?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/6878377258626961412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=6878377258626961412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6878377258626961412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6878377258626961412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/05/late-postings.html' title='Late postings'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1181582857304604105</id><published>2009-04-14T22:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:17:11.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March ---late posting</title><content type='html'>The past few months have been pretty busy so I haven't written in awhile. My apologies because I know how much everyone loves to read about our life. jk :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March, I had six days off of school for Spring Break. Near the beginning, Aunt Norene, Uncle Dan, Aaron and Kristen came to visit for a day and we went around Kansas City. &lt;br /&gt;For the last three days my dad and I (mom had to work :( ] went to Springfield to visit Carrie and Tony which was SOOOO fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;We got there Thursday night, and went to their house and watched Penelope, which was really cute. well, at least i enjoyed it. (We watched a lot of movies on this trip because it was so rainy most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning we drove up to the St. Louis Temple and did some baptisms and then we came home that night and went to a Mexican restaraunt which was really good and then rented Dark Knight and watched it. I hadn't seen it yet, but loved the first Batman, so I knew I'd like it. It was really good! My dad liked it too, but was really confused because he hadn't seen Batman Begins so he didn't really know what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we went up to Branson because we saw online that there was a place to mini golf and ride go carts.  Unfortunately when we got there, it was closed because of the rain, so we couldn't go. So we drove around and then looked around at the mall for a few minutes and then headed back towards Springfield. We decided then to go the Lamberts, home of throwed rolls, which is a really cool restaraunt where they walk around with side dishes and throw rolls to you. It was really fun!  It's a really popular restaraunt so we waited for about 1 1/2 hours before we got in. That night we rented Twilight :) and watched it. My dad and Tony weren't terribley excited about it, but Carrie and I liked it, so we watched it. They ended up liking it more then i think they will admit. It was earlier enough after we finished the movie so we played a game called Rummicube, which was a lot of fun. It's kind of like Phase 10. It took lots of thinking and strategy and "trickeration" as Tony put it. After the movie and Rummicube (sp?)  we decided to go to the store and buy some ice cream and then we came back and watched Batman Begins, so Dark Knight would make more sense to my dad. He liked the movies better after seeing the first one, because then he realized what was actually going on.&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun trip!!! Thank you Carrie and Tony for letting us take over your front room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll upload pictures tomorrow, but right now, it's off to bed for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-1181582857304604105?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/1181582857304604105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=1181582857304604105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1181582857304604105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1181582857304604105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/04/march-late-posting.html' title='March ---late posting'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8337779000377826080</id><published>2009-03-19T11:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:19:37.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Aunt Norene, Uncle Dan, Aaron, and Kristen came up to good ol' Overland Park. We took them around Kansas City, went to Liberty Jail and Independence, and got some Kansas City Barbeque. It was so fun finally having someone come to our house for a change. And of course just fun to visit with them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJvg_muSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GPAZ4TXt8tE/s1600-h/IMG_1670%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933122870954162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJvg_muSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GPAZ4TXt8tE/s320/IMG_1670%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJwLGIJfRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RkCMY1cjqNw/s1600-h/IMG_1671%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314933846176267538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJwLGIJfRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/RkCMY1cjqNw/s320/IMG_1671%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJvg_muSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GPAZ4TXt8tE/s1600-h/IMG_1670%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJvg_muSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GPAZ4TXt8tE/s1600-h/IMG_1670%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8337779000377826080?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8337779000377826080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8337779000377826080' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8337779000377826080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8337779000377826080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/03/visit.html' title='Visit'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/ScJvg_muSLI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/GPAZ4TXt8tE/s72-c/IMG_1670%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-3039316307528078191</id><published>2009-03-03T20:03:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:48:48.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they call me on a mission</title><content type='html'>We took our good friend Matt into the MTC on Wednesday February 11, 2009. It was a sad, yet happy day, that was hard on us all. Matt is such a big brother to all of us, we're all going to miss him very much. Now I really am the only child! Matt was baptized on February 17, 2007 and got his mission call in November 2008. He got called to the Georgia, Macon Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Carrie and Tony couldn't come because of work and school, and dad wasn't there because he was on a business trip. that's why they're not in any of the pics.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures of our adventure out to the MTC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309153746216110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sa3nM_0lSlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6CyGlKXE6is/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Left&lt;/strong&gt;: After Matt opened his mission call, we had about four+ people on the phone with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Mom, Matt, Me after he opened his letter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Left&lt;/strong&gt;: Matt and Emily, the last Sunday before he left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Matt and Emily, right before he was set apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310298045472655682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH37-vZSUI/AAAAAAAAAIg/8nfz_LbTMWU/s320/collage2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Left&lt;/strong&gt;: On the plane ride to Utah,we had an extremely nice flight attendant, Julio, who made our days a whole lot better after a really hard morning of Matt getting set apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Me, Matt, and Emily on the shuttle to the car in Salt Lake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Left&lt;/strong&gt;: We went to dinner that night at Brick Oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Bryan Tyner, the missionary who baptized Matt, and Matt. He came up to the MTC with us. He is from Georgia, which is where Matt is on his mission. Coincidence? I think not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH5s9s7zlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WpPmYY-PhB8/s1600-h/collage3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310299986519117394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH5s9s7zlI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WpPmYY-PhB8/s320/collage3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Left&lt;/strong&gt;: Matt and Bumble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Right&lt;/strong&gt;: cutting open the pockets of Matt's new suit. I love his face. it's hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Left&lt;/strong&gt;: Loading his 2years worth of luggage in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Matt and Emily in front of the temple (you can't see it in the pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH_Bnm6DAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dx7wSyTqH1Q/s1600-h/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310305838923648002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH_Bnm6DAI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dx7wSyTqH1Q/s320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Left:&lt;/strong&gt; Back away, we can't touch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Right&lt;/strong&gt;:I'm not touching you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom Left&lt;/strong&gt;: Jill, Melanie, Matt, Emily, Me, Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Botom Right:&lt;/strong&gt; In front of MTC sign. Jill, Emily, Matt, Mom, Me, Jill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH_hIHebaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KVHkrYOvK3U/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH_hIHebaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KVHkrYOvK3U/s1600-h/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310306380226129314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SbH_hIHebaI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KVHkrYOvK3U/s320/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top Right&lt;/strong&gt;: Elder Wilson with his badge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Left&lt;/strong&gt;: Traditional "mom" putting on the badge picture&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom left:&lt;/strong&gt; us and Elder Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bottom right&lt;/strong&gt;: Elder Wilson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-3039316307528078191?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/3039316307528078191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=3039316307528078191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/3039316307528078191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/3039316307528078191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-they-call-me-on-mission.html' title='I hope they call me on a mission'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/Sa3nM_0lSlI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6CyGlKXE6is/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-7825406822389176920</id><published>2009-03-02T16:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:05:22.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On this day in history...</title><content type='html'>In a lot of social studies class, and other classes sometimes teachers start with a "This day in history..." fact, so I thought I'd share one.&lt;br /&gt;7 years ago I was diagnosed with Type 1 (Juvenile) Diabetes. My parents took me to the hospital at about 1 in the morning, I was really sick. We thought I just had a really bad flu.  When we got to the hospital , there were a lot of kids there who were also really sick. We waited there for a little bit, and then finally my mom decided to go up to the front desk to try to go make an appointment for me the next morning because she didn't want me to get even more sick than I already was by waiting there for hours around tons of sick kids. When she went up to the front, the lady working asked her what my symptoms were, my mom told her. She told my mom that she needed to bring me back right away. As I was walking back, I remember that the other parents were really mad that they were seeing me, I'd only been there about a half hour, instead of seeing their kids who had been there an hour or longer. They took me back and the first thing they did was take my temperature and test my blood sugar. I don't remember how high of a fever I had, but I do remember that my blood sugar was &lt;strong&gt;749. &lt;/strong&gt;Blood sugar is supposed to be between 80-140mg/dL. They then took me to a different room and hooked me up to an IV. I remember that there was a doctor who was trying to make me laugh while they put the IV in so I would be distracted, so he was making funny faces, and more out of politeness then actually humor I laughed. (he was funny, but it's hard to notice how funny people are when they're sticking a needle in you!) and he said that I "was the only person he'd ever seen smile while they put an IV in."  They put me on a stretcher and were taking me out of the hospital and all of those parents that were angry before, now looked sorry. They took me in an ambulance to the hospital downtown where they gave me my first shot of insulin and told me more about diabetes.  I remember there was this nurse guy who wanted me to watch these movies about diabetes and stuff, but my mom told him that I needed to sleep. At this point it was really early in the morning, around 2-3am. So I stayed in the hospital for a few days and finally got to go home, which was nice. Although the hospital was fun (with the food I got to eat which was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;good, I got to watch Disney Channel and play video games or do whatever I wanted all day after different people came in and taught me how to give shots, count carbohydrates, and other important stuff I needed to know) I was glad to be home! 7 years later and I still remember that day and week before really well. &lt;br /&gt;Although diabetes isn't as easy as many people think it is, I try to focus on the positive. Honestly, I don't even remember what it was like to live without it, so that makes it easier I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very very grateful to live in a time when they have insulin and there are so many medical treatments for all different diseases. If I lived a hundred years ago, there probably wouldn't have been any medical treatment they could give me. I'm also very thankful for my family for always supporting me and taking care of me. Especially my mom who has always been there for me and takes care of me, and makes sure every thing's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Besides a few minor adjustments, I've been able to live a normal life just like anyone else, except a shot or two (or...many more) here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the long, probably quite boring, story I just put you all through.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 7th anniversary to me! I think I'll go bake a cake....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-7825406822389176920?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/7825406822389176920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=7825406822389176920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7825406822389176920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7825406822389176920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-this-day-in-history.html' title='On this day in history...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1755695813145408790</id><published>2009-01-29T18:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:46:18.422-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's no place like home..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is the 148th Birthday of the great state KANSAS!!! Here are a few great things about Kansas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296881543071085186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYJNswgTMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KwPGZAEQmkQ/s320/Kansas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's the Sunflower State&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's the Breadbasket of America&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-BBQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-KU Basketball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Kansas City Royals-they may not be the best team, but the games are still fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Wizard of Oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We live here!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KANSAS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-1755695813145408790?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/1755695813145408790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=1755695813145408790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1755695813145408790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1755695813145408790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s no place like home...&quot;'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYJNswgTMoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KwPGZAEQmkQ/s72-c/Kansas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-5908491732184512453</id><published>2009-01-27T09:31:00.027-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:56:54.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Favorite Pooch</title><content type='html'>Over the holidays our family went and saw Marley and Me. We all knew the 'hero died in the end,' but we didn't think it would effect us as much as it did. We all left the theater crying like babies. Not one of us wasn't crying. I thought it was going to be a funny movie, and it was, but the sadness was too much for me and the rest of our family I think. If you've ever loved a dog, Marley and Me is &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;a movie I would suggest to go see unless you want to be sad and upset and cry.&lt;br /&gt;Brandi is getting older now, she's 12. She's been such a big part of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lives&lt;/span&gt; since she became a part of our family on June 6, 1999. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Her birthday is actually July 1, 1996) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We all came home and hugged her and told her how much we love her. She is the funniest dog in the entire world, and has such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; personality but that's what's so great about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297248266279644690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYObO26m7hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YXSb8HVIuME/s320/B6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't be fooled. She really is actually a really friendly dog. She could use some dental work, but to us, she's perfect! (We made her growl for the picture)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297248688804878594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYObnc8eWQI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lqqb54CgEhY/s320/B11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She's such a good friend to all of us. She always knows when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; upset and really can sense people's emotions. When one of us has a certain tone of voice, she can tell we're angry &amp;amp; she slinks down the stairs. When we're sad or upset about something, she'll come over and sit by us. She's so aware, it's amazing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297249556929930674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOcZ-9nZbI/AAAAAAAAAE4/fE7zJV9LKLs/s320/B2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's nothing she loves more than a good backside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;scratching&lt;/span&gt;. She does a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; little dance when you scratch her back. Its so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250021822822066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOc1C0t9rI/AAAAAAAAAFA/rx9A2o6qs8E/s320/B17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She loves playing outside and going on walks. Although she can't very much anymore because she doesn't have very good hips, which happens a lot with labs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250394989838418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOdKw-qwFI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XK-KRkExoCo/s320/B8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can even drink from a cup! She's more a human than a dog sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297250775780062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOdg7iIc1I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lIb9xHB6imI/s320/B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She loves all of us unconditionally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297251252434000114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOd8rNSWPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wzyw-9zAHso/s320/B9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She's so patient with us and let's us take pictures with her all the time, although sometimes I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; she's rolling her eyes at us, like in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297254047484373762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOgfXlOawI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3SBY5Hri9PQ/s320/B15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She's the queen of house. Or at least &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;thinks she is. She's the most obedient to mom and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;emily&lt;/span&gt;. The stairs is one of her favorite places to chill, but she also enjoy sitting by the couch where dad sits and sitting by the chair in our parents room whenever our mom's in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297252236140229298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOe17zIMrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vbTBEDV0IV8/s320/B14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We Love her!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297252816131420786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOfXsbzcnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/97cXCJZlylg/s320/B4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She's so funny. She knows something under the tree is hers. We usually wrap treats or things for her under the tree. When it's treats, she'll sniff them out pick them up and unwrap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297253678354534290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOgJ4d0D5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/QTmKvmYxVfo/s320/B13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;She also enjoys breaking open her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs and finding the hidden treats inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297254365587711554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOgx4m-JkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/pIKUXCAwoJ8/s320/B12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people enjoy long walks on the beach. Her favorite activities include going for long walks...or rides!!! She loves car rides, and she loves going on walks with the family. Below is a picture of the family going on an annual Christmas walk. That's one thing we do a lot as a family. Although she's not facing the right way, we still love her. She's got a cute backside, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297254842030450146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOhNnfxZeI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qaN4KNemUE4/s320/B5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297254952679454450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOhUDsjNvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-1AieFc6sO4/s320/B10.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She even gets in a lot of family pictures. She's more than a pet, she's part of our family. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297255167060318386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOhgiU7mLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/dBhioBVwrG0/s320/B16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SISTERS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We Love You Brandi!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-5908491732184512453?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/5908491732184512453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=5908491732184512453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5908491732184512453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5908491732184512453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-favorite-pooch.html' title='Our Favorite Pooch'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYObO26m7hI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YXSb8HVIuME/s72-c/B6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-6615032273525888759</id><published>2008-12-30T22:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:33:15.197-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOqUoMHF_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wC1pVtZps1g/s1600-h/mawmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297264858080155634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOqUoMHF_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wC1pVtZps1g/s320/mawmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is our mom's birthday. She is great! We love her so much and are grateful for everything she does for us. She is so thoughtful and always makes every holiday and event as special as she can. She always makes sure we're happy and having a good time and puts us before herself. She is the best mom anyone can ask for!! There are so many other great things about her, but there's a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-6615032273525888759?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/6615032273525888759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=6615032273525888759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6615032273525888759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6615032273525888759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOqUoMHF_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/wC1pVtZps1g/s72-c/mawmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8964228174776363543</id><published>2008-12-29T12:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:27:17.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tony!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Tony's 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday, so I thought I'd give a shout out to him and write 28 things we all love about our favorite bro-in-law/son-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tony is really funny. He always seems to make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;2. He can bust out some serious dance moves!&lt;br /&gt;3. His ability to play a mean Nintendo game with me.&lt;br /&gt;4. He tolerates us and all of our craziness.&lt;br /&gt;5. He treats Carrie really well.&lt;br /&gt;6. He's a really good singer/pianist&lt;br /&gt;7. He's really nice&lt;br /&gt;8. His sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;9. His gorgeous brown locks&lt;br /&gt;10. Good impersonations&lt;br /&gt;11. Very patient&lt;br /&gt;12. He has a voice that can only be compared to David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Archuleta&lt;/span&gt; and Billy Joel. (Emily wanted that written. it is true though, he has a good voice)&lt;br /&gt;13. He loves Carrie&lt;br /&gt;14. He's very inclusive. He doesn't ever make anyone feel left out&lt;br /&gt;15. He's outgoing&lt;br /&gt;16. He knows tons of sports statistics&lt;br /&gt;17. He is a good story teller&lt;br /&gt;18. He has good taste in music&lt;br /&gt;19. He makes me good mix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He has a good personality&lt;br /&gt;21. He talks politics with my dad&lt;br /&gt;22. He is very unselfish&lt;br /&gt;23. He is a good big brother to all of us&lt;br /&gt;24. He's low maintenance&lt;br /&gt;25. He loves chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;26. He's always very helpful&lt;br /&gt;27. He's smart&lt;br /&gt;28. He's SPECTACULAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Tony!!! Hope your 29th year is great!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOmCg8xEmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UqlE8s38Ov0/s1600-h/427+302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297260148852593250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOmCg8xEmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UqlE8s38Ov0/s320/427+302.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOoiXCukRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jFiCD0i0DRw/s1600-h/tony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297262894972309778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOoiXCukRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jFiCD0i0DRw/s320/tony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/4231812403514274042-8964228174776363543?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8964228174776363543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8964228174776363543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8964228174776363543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8964228174776363543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-tony.html' title='Happy Birthday Tony!!!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SYOmCg8xEmI/AAAAAAAAAG4/UqlE8s38Ov0/s72-c/427+302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-5586298265576864850</id><published>2008-12-25T17:48:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:07:31.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♪♫ Have Yourself a Merry little Christmas!!! ♪♫</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas from the Kansas Cranes!!! We've had a good day so far. We've opened presents, played games, napped, and ate! What else could make up a more perfect day?! (I personally could go without naps because I don't enjoy taking naps, but everyone else enjoys them so I guess it's alright) I'll try to sum up our christmas in a little bit more of a creative way so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reative gift giving-&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone usually has some sort of joke along with their gift or has a&lt;br /&gt;theme with the gifts they're giving which always makes things fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;appy-&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone is usually in a really good mood all day today. Usually no fighting and it's just all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;around fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eally good food -&lt;/strong&gt; Christmas dinner is the best! Ham, potatos, rolls, vegetables, desserts,&lt;br /&gt;desserts, and more desserts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rratic Wrapping-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes we have problems wrapping our gifts. Not mom, she's great! We &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usually do a fairly good job, but sometimes they end up looking sloppy. It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never disappointing, we usually come up with some creative reason as to why the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;wrapping job was so terrible and we all get a good laugh out of it&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pontaneous-&lt;/strong&gt; I feel like on this day, everyone in our family is especially witty and some of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;funniest things are said that you just wouldn't expect and everyone is themself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;raditions-&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone has special traditions. One of ours is on Christmas morning, everyone gets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up and we have to all be awake and line up before we can go down the stairs and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;open our presents.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;emories-&lt;/strong&gt; We always have fun things happen and good memories every Christmas. Usually from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;something someone's said, someone's creative gift, or just from playing games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;together and having a good time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lways fun-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't think we've ever had a Christmas that hasn't been fun. There was one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Christmas where all of us were sick and slept most of the day, but we still had a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good time together when we were awake :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pending Time with the Family- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's nice to spend some quality family time with one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;another. Christmastime is especially fun because we don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all get to see each other because everyone's in school and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;living in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;different states, but when we get together, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the funnest we ever have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I hope everyone has a good day today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;rry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;s!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or for those of you who are Harry Potter fans: Happy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-5586298265576864850?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/5586298265576864850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=5586298265576864850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5586298265576864850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5586298265576864850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/have-yourself-merry-little-christmas.html' title='♪♫ Have Yourself a Merry little Christmas!!! ♪♫'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-7716903968093270116</id><published>2008-12-23T23:30:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:19:46.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello hello hello! This is Melanie updating. Laura complains about how she is the only one to ever update this Kansas Cranes blog, so I thought I would help her out. Now that it's Christmas and we're all just chillin like villains, I thought I'd take advantage of the lull to make a post. First of all, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!! We hope you all are enjoying the day. We are very grateful for times like this when we can all get together as families and enjoy each other's company (even if we are napping through most of it.) I was encouraged to take a nap earlier because Jill, Laura, Emily, and Matt wanted to play the game of Life Twists and Turns. It's this new electronic edition, and it's pretty sweet. The only problem is, it's a four-person game. Jill was kind enough to tell me I could be on her team, but she warned me that she would push all the buttons. So I went and took a nap on the couch while they all had the time of their lives playing Life. Okay, I'm making them sound really mean. The truth is, when we finished opening presents, I started to fall asleep in the middle of the floor (I woke up at 9:20--I was exhausted by 11:30!). They told me to go take a nap somewhere else so they could play where I was sleeping. When I groggily told them I wanted to play too, they directed me to the couch and the rest of the story is true. Jill really did say I could be on her team but that I wouldn't be doing anything. Well, I think Laura was planning on doing a little blog entry on the rest of our Christmas, so I'll let her talk more about that later. I wanted to blog about some fun stuff I've done recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkLXJxI5I/AAAAAAAAABY/FRpNOjBvfm4/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283888040424579986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkLXJxI5I/AAAAAAAAABY/FRpNOjBvfm4/s320/December+11-13,+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Thursday, December 11, my roommate, another one of my friends from the dorms, and I took a little adventure to Salt Lake City to meet up with Aunt Wilma and go to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir Christmas Concert. It was so much fun! My mom got four tickets and sent them out to Jill and me, but when Jill couldn't go because of finals, I had control of the tickets. Aunt Wilma fed us pizza, salad, and bread deliciousness before she drove us all up to Temple Square to look at the lights before we went in. We were so glad she drove because if we would have tried to meet her somewhere in Temple Square, chances are we would still be looking for the place to park. The lights were so pretty, and Aunt Wilma was impressed with how many Kodak moments and photo ops my friends and I seemed to find. The concert itself was AMAZING! The guest singer guy was Brian Stokes Mitchell. He's a broadway star and has a lot of other cool things he's done that I don't remember, but I was so pumped when I saw in the program that he was going to sing the song "Through Heaven's Eyes" from &lt;u&gt;The Prince of Egypt.&lt;/u&gt; I love that movie! The songs are so good. I highly recommend it to those of you who haven't seen it. Anyway, as he was singing fun Christmas songs before the Prince of Egypt song, I was thinking, "Perfect! He even sounds like the guy from the movie!" Then, when he introduced the song, he said how he is the singing voice for the character that sings it!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was so excited! It &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkLqDYvOI/AAAAAAAAABg/zaTiNooxanU/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283888045498088674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkLqDYvOI/AAAAAAAAABg/zaTiNooxanU/s320/December+11-13,+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sounded so good. I loved the whole concert! I forgot who the actor guy was that did the Longfellow Christmas and the Christmas Story from Luke, but he's the grandpa from Gilmore Girls and FDR from &lt;u&gt;Annie&lt;/u&gt; and lots of other stuff so he was pretty legit. I could look up his name right now, but I'm too lazy, and I left my program in Utah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again, the concert was soooooooo good! I loved it. It was also a lot of fun to hang out with Aunt Wilma. My friends thought she was pretty cool too. I know this because they kept telling me. "Melanie, your aunt is so cool!" "Melanie, your aunt is awesome!" It's true. I tried to teach her my gangsta ways while Jill, Emily, and I stayed with her during Thanksgiving break, but she was cool despite my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkL4O2IHI/AAAAAAAAABo/UKSbXzGIYD8/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283888049304248434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkL4O2IHI/AAAAAAAAABo/UKSbXzGIYD8/s320/December+11-13,+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lessons. (She did catch on to a couple of things though. One time when I called her to update her on the plans, she answered with "Yo yo yo!" I was so pleased.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uncle Wayne and Aunt Ginger were at the concert that night too. After it was over, they came to where we were sitting, and Uncle Wayne told me that they were having the cousins over for dinner on Sunday. Oh baby that was good news. So that Sunday, Jill and I headed over to their house and ate a wonderful dinner with Uncle Wayne and Aunt Ginger, Laura and Roy and their girls, William and Mary, Devaun,Tanya, and Aunt Wilma. After we ate, we gathered around the piano and sang Christmas songs like "Star of the East" and the ones out of the Children's Songbook and Hymn Book. It was a lot of fun. It was the last bit of fun before my first college finals began...but that's another story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here's a couple more Kodak moments from Temple Square:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm-n5VlBI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ej6Ydnua4PQ/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283891120115651602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm-n5VlBI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ej6Ydnua4PQ/s320/December+11-13,+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQrxrzwaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/e3DduDu2TA0/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283896395385825522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQrxrzwaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/e3DduDu2TA0/s320/December+11-13,+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQrxrzwaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/e3DduDu2TA0/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQrxrzwaPI/AAAAAAAAACo/e3DduDu2TA0/s1600-h/December+11-13,+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In the picture above, it's me, my roommate Kellie, Aunt Wilma, and my friend Jessica who lives across the hall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here we are at Aunt Ginger's after we sang Christmas Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkMZT5v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z1mh0BMK_qs/s1600-h/December+14-23,+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283888058183827378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkMZT5v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z1mh0BMK_qs/s320/December+14-23,+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fun Fun FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkMZT5v7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/Z1mh0BMK_qs/s1600-h/December+14-23,+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So as I was looking through pictures just now to post, I came across these from when Devaun opened his mission call! Congrats to both Devaun and Tanya on their mission calls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm-6OAMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/hyL2WBQcAno/s1600-h/December+6,+2008+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283891125034168850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm-6OAMhI/AAAAAAAAACI/hyL2WBQcAno/s320/December+6,+2008+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm_7i_FjI/AAAAAAAAACY/bIsFBPbVlys/s1600-h/December+6,+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The sibs that couldn't be there in person got to listen to him read his call over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm_7i_FjI/AAAAAAAAACY/bIsFBPbVlys/s1600-h/December+6,+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283891142570481202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm_7i_FjI/AAAAAAAAACY/bIsFBPbVlys/s320/December+6,+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQm_7i_FjI/AAAAAAAAACY/bIsFBPbVlys/s1600-h/December+6,+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, I had fun updating the blog! It's been real, but I probably won't update it again for awhile. I'm not very good with these things, and it took me a few minutes to upload the pictures and "format" it and everything. Besides, Laura is so much better, so I'll let her keep her job. (That's what we tell our dad when he asks us to do the dishes: "But dad, you're so much better at doing them than us."--It doesn't work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Until next time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh, and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOVES!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-7716903968093270116?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/7716903968093270116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=7716903968093270116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7716903968093270116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7716903968093270116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-theres-no-place-like-home-for.html' title='Oh, There&apos;s No Place Like Home for the Holidays!'/><author><name>The Cranes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03552064370798397984</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hfAG0DU884A/SVQkLXJxI5I/AAAAAAAAABY/FRpNOjBvfm4/s72-c/December+11-13,+2008+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-5275613444222108504</id><published>2008-12-13T20:50:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:29:15.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>♪♫♪♫ It's Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas season is definitely my favorite time of year! It's been exciting for the past couple weeks seeing everyone put up their Christmas lights, putting up their Christmas trees, and hearing all of the Christmas music on the radio! Earlier this week it even snowed! After a couple weeks, we finally finished putting up our tree! We put it up and started decorating it, got tired, and then slowly but surely finished the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279475418848127666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SUR26-zZarI/AAAAAAAAADg/SeruYg6OgKY/s320/IMG_0762%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out the decorations and have put them up around the house. Even Brandi (below) has been getting into the spirit of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279474869463145378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SUR2bALz26I/AAAAAAAAADY/icACnMs0svk/s320/IMG_0643%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mom, Dad, and I went to 'The Magic of Christmas' which is a show the Kansas City Symphony puts on. We got to go along with the other girls who receive the same scholarship I do to help pay for music lessons. Every year around Christmastime, the people who started the scholarship, take the girls and their parents or other family members to see the show. This was my last year to get to go because you can only get the scholarship until you turn 16. It was a lot of fun. This is a picture of me and my friend Amanda (she also gets the scholarship), outside, before the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279478065543183698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SUR5VCgq_VI/AAAAAAAAADw/bzj6wEAoDQs/s320/IMG_0688%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my friends Amanda and Mairin with Rudolph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279481175593330354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SUR8KEWaJrI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qk8nIfIBY8Y/s320/IMG_0689%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone is enjoying the few weeks before Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-5275613444222108504?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/5275613444222108504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=5275613444222108504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5275613444222108504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5275613444222108504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='♪♫♪♫ It&apos;s Beginning to Look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SUR26-zZarI/AAAAAAAAADg/SeruYg6OgKY/s72-c/IMG_0762%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8741143174261682623</id><published>2008-12-07T21:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:13:22.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf Yourself!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcJSz8XVyI/AAAAAAAAACc/9-OqA1-by6A/s320/IMG_0623%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We stayed home for Thanksgiving this year. Here's a picture of Matt, me, Tony, and Carrie on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275696287217761474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcJ0kZ2PMI/AAAAAAAAACs/fL6BXxdqLuA/s320/IMG_0625%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;While we were getting ready for dinner and started to eat dinner, Brandi really really wanted some of the Turkey. Here she is sniffing the turkey and begging for food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275696014378185650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcJkr_0s7I/AAAAAAAAACk/Y9PTarw5TB0/s320/IMG_0630%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275695445987633874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcJDmk9KtI/AAAAAAAAACU/HXPgcWobD4w/s320/IMG_0663%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Carrie and me on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. We both wore brown dresses and so we had to get a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697018207674466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcKfHjbIGI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F1vlB93XjNw/s320/IMG_0666%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We went on a ton of walks while Carrie and Tony were here. Here is us just geting home. all bundled up. It was &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cold!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-6391241949799937912?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/6391241949799937912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=6391241949799937912' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6391241949799937912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6391241949799937912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-pictures.html' title='Thanksgiving Pictures'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcJSz8XVyI/AAAAAAAAACc/9-OqA1-by6A/s72-c/IMG_0623%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-8816821604208700520</id><published>2008-12-01T21:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:37:59.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (late) Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving! It was a fun day and we all got to think about all of the many things we are thankful for. We were going to go out to Idaho, but seeing as I only had 3 days off of school and it would take a whole day and a half just to get out there and back, we didn't think we would be able to make another trip out there without dying! So instead, we had Thanksgiving at home. The first time in several years. Carrie and Tony got to come visit us from Springfield, MO and it was tons of fun to have them come up. It made our a house a little bit more lively. We all had lots of food and lots of fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I'll upload some pictures when I get a chance, but right now, I really should be working on homework...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-8816821604208700520?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/8816821604208700520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=8816821604208700520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8816821604208700520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/8816821604208700520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-late-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy (late) Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-5373285901834984445</id><published>2008-11-28T19:25:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:08:20.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered Pictures</title><content type='html'>Sorry. It's been a very long time since I last updated the blog. Here are some of the pictures from our trip that a computer guy at my dad's work was able to get off of the camera card that originally erased all the pictures before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273892946049617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STChsTC5zRI/AAAAAAAAABc/wxCmJ3XYMxA/s320/017_17.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Walking to the Conference Center. It was really really rainy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273893362961914034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STCiEkKimLI/AAAAAAAAABk/oSc7hdevUx0/s320/028_28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Inside after Conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273893884789778866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STCii8H_6bI/AAAAAAAAABs/ItSM2ryTnAg/s320/033_33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After Conference. Outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273894325689582034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STCi8mmtAdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/H1t5V-gC3cQ/s320/056_56.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the BYU cougar&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273894972933501586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STCjiRxrcpI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zJV6Wcl9QAk/s320/072_72.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The lovely Crane sisters in front of BYU&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-5373285901834984445?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/5373285901834984445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=5373285901834984445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5373285901834984445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5373285901834984445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/11/recovered-pictures.html' title='Recovered Pictures'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STChsTC5zRI/AAAAAAAAABc/wxCmJ3XYMxA/s72-c/017_17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-7188093783726676479</id><published>2008-10-16T16:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:54:50.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Utah</title><content type='html'>On October 3rd (dad's birthday) my mom, Carrie, and I flew out to Utah and Emily drove up from BYU-I. All the five girls together at BYU since a long time ago. Instead of just writing a ton, I'm going to post some pictures that illustrate our trip. Unfortunately, we don't have any pictures from the first part of our trip because our camera was old and started erasing pictures so we don't have any pictures of us at Conference or of the five girls with momOf course all ofthe pictures where the 5 girls were together got erased, but not a lot of the others. we were able to put them on a picture CD before they got erased and we bought a new camera out there. On our trip we spent some time in Hurricane too at our mom's parents house. We helped our grandma start putting together a life history. We went through old pictures with her, and tried to help her remember everything that she could. Because Carrie had to work, she took a shuttle from Hurricane to the airport on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeuJ2FZVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9YCeJbfGQs/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeuJ2FZVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9YCeJbfGQs/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862574138545826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Jill, Melanie, and I (Laura) in the Cannon Center, where Melanie eats every day. That food was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeu888YFvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fKuHaqGGqnI/s1600-h/IMG_0061_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeu888YFvI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fKuHaqGGqnI/s320/IMG_0061_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257863452153091826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is us with Jenny Oaks Baker. We went to the BYU Homecoming Spectacular which was way fun. She performed a couple songs and so did different groups from BYU.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPevr9DhG6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gxvSzobTKuw/s1600-h/IMG_0079_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPevr9DhG6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/gxvSzobTKuw/s320/IMG_0079_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257864259636894626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not very good at taking serious pictures. We were trying to take a picture of us on the Cougar to replace the pictures of all five girls that got erased on the camera. We're just being weird in this one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPew3TKj2gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LeWILQKMP2A/s1600-h/IMG_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPew3TKj2gI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LeWILQKMP2A/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257865554062203394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    This one is better. Us riding the cougar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeyHrQUhSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W7QA38dYst4/s1600-h/IMG_0109_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeyHrQUhSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/W7QA38dYst4/s320/IMG_0109_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257866934918350114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent some time outlet shopping in Park City. There was a moose in the entrance so we had to take a picture by it of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeygERihhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AImxQFnGCew/s1600-h/IMG_0118_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeygERihhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AImxQFnGCew/s320/IMG_0118_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257867353951208978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie and a group of her friends were going to run the Cougar 5K. Although, when mom and I showed up to take a group picture, Melanie and her friend Andrew were the only one's brave enough to show up in the bitter cold. Not much of a group, but they had fun and we had fun watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPezEYfF1UI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Q84oueWjMc/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPezEYfF1UI/AAAAAAAAABE/6Q84oueWjMc/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257867977852048706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to watch the Homecoming parade while we were there after the run. In this picture there is (left to right) Janna, Jill , Melanie, (me)Laura, and Grant. Janna and Grant are a couple of friends Jill has had since Freshman year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPezxZxoGrI/AAAAAAAAABM/DIXbDlD6Pjo/s1600-h/IMG_0170_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPezxZxoGrI/AAAAAAAAABM/DIXbDlD6Pjo/s320/IMG_0170_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257868751292340914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   BYU is #1. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPe0IiRZ1MI/AAAAAAAAABU/fwbb8QnIDAw/s1600-h/IMG_0179_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPe0IiRZ1MI/AAAAAAAAABU/fwbb8QnIDAw/s320/IMG_0179_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257869148710098114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there, we thought Jill's hubcaps might have gotten stolen when she was in Salt Lake because it was after that that she noticed they were gone. But, then we saw them in the road and realized that they had just fallen off when she hit a really big pot hole. For the few days the hubcaps were missing, we enjoyed laughing at how ghetto her car looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip was really fun. We got to see all a lot of family and had a good time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-7188093783726676479?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/7188093783726676479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=7188093783726676479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7188093783726676479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7188093783726676479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-to-utah.html' title='Trip to Utah'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/SPeuJ2FZVqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/C9YCeJbfGQs/s72-c/IMG_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-3612822953224706440</id><published>2008-09-20T15:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T16:58:27.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of an Only Child...(well sort of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It's been awhile since we've updated our blog so I thought I'd better write something or else people might stop paying attention to our lives altogether! so here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I, Laura, since September 2nd have been experiencing life as an only child. With both Melanie and Emily gone and back at BYU(s), it just leaves me, mom, dad, and our faithful dog, Brandi, home. I gotta hand it to all you only children out there: Life can't be too fun for you. Maybe it's just because I've always been surrounded by a lot of people that it seems so weird, but I'm still not so sure how I feel about being the only one home. Don't get me wrong, I love having peace and quiet and having a lot of space to myself. But, it can get pretty boring. I'm not saying at all that my parents are boring, because they really aren't. It's just weird not having anyone around to play rousing games of Phase 10, Balderdash, and Apples to Apples with. All of my friends who are only children now have been hanging out a lot more trying to keep each other company. I'm so glad my parents aren't like one of my friends' parents. She also has older siblings and is the only one left at home now. She said when she gets home from school, her mom sits her down and wants to know every detail of her life. She said her mom can hardly contain herself and asks about a million questions about her day at school wanting to know what she ate for lunch, who she talked to, if she enjoyed her lunch, if she wanted to have her mom pack a lunch for her instead, etc. etc. I thought she was kidding about how extreme her mom was, but no. It's true. I've witnessed it. We went to her house after a movie and the second we came in the door her mom rushed over "Can I make you guys something? Are you hungry? Do you want some brownies? Do you like brownies? etc" Us "ummm...cookies sound good." immediately her mom rushed over put her apron on and starting baking us cookies. It's okay though, her mom's really nice and everyone likes her.&lt;/span&gt; I just don't know if I'd be able to handle that much attention on me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping myself busy playing tennis at school and going to football games, etc. Life's still been okay with the absence of my sisters. It's nice to have my own space, but I still like having all my sisters back home.&lt;br /&gt;Status on whether or not I like life as an only child: Undecided.&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know more in the future&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-3612822953224706440?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/3612822953224706440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=3612822953224706440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/3612822953224706440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/3612822953224706440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-of-only-childwell-sort-of.html' title='The Life of an Only Child...(well sort of)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-4952673989799366700</id><published>2008-08-28T13:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:52:56.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ra ra ra ra ra!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In honor of Melanie moving into the dorms and starting orientation, I thought I'd post some pictures of some of her previous visits to the BYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Fall of 2001 she rode out in "Jill's van" to drop me of at Heritage Halls. This is a picture of her, Laura and me right before they left.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/SLbz2UTa27I/AAAAAAAAASk/DDalNg46qyg/s1600-h/Dropping+Carrie+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643330980797362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/SLbz2UTa27I/AAAAAAAAASk/DDalNg46qyg/s400/Dropping+Carrie+off.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home for Spring term  in  2004, but went back for  summer so Dad, Jill, Melanie, Laura and I drove out to go to the Crane Reunion and drop me off. *Sidenote--Mom and Emily stayed behind because it was the Verano de Amigos...While we were here we woke up early and hiked the Y--on Laura's 11th birthday.  Dad opted to be the photographer for this shot. Some of you may remember that Jill and I commemorated the birthday walk earlier this year. If not and you'd like to find out more, check &lt;a href="http://anthonyandcarrie.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-down-on-creation.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/SLbz2zdFYDI/AAAAAAAAASs/L_dqXoFpoNY/s1600-h/Laura%27s+Bday+Hike+2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239643339342831666" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/SLbz2zdFYDI/AAAAAAAAASs/L_dqXoFpoNY/s400/Laura%27s+Bday+Hike+2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there have been more trips, I just wanted to highlight some from the pre-high school era of life (for Melanie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for a happy year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-4952673989799366700?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/4952673989799366700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=4952673989799366700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4952673989799366700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/4952673989799366700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/08/ra-ra-ra-ra-ra.html' title='Ra ra ra ra ra!!'/><author><name>Carrie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12994458745825897850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SfEGnr8Dphw/ThYZ1-nKoWI/AAAAAAAACIM/qt6Svo-X_vs/s220/IMG_3221.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qe9JVDPHAew/SLbz2UTa27I/AAAAAAAAASk/DDalNg46qyg/s72-c/Dropping+Carrie+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-6344631453540184185</id><published>2008-08-07T00:44:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T13:19:58.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This one goes out to everyone who has a birthday this year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqU-uwKIwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/faH9csBskgY/s1600-h/P8060862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231657722567074562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqU-uwKIwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/faH9csBskgY/s200/P8060862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We celebrated Emily's 21st birthday in typical 21-year-old fashion. The festivities began early, around 1:00 at our local McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651669269138994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqPeYddzjI/AAAAAAAAADo/ruCpwgthv7c/s200/P8070903.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The flier on our fridge did not allow us to forget about the magic that would take place at 103rd and Mastin this afternoon. And magical it was... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may have been the only ones there over that were not either under the age of 5 or accompanying of child of that age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651684055301922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqPfPiwvyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/IKcNlKBTpyw/s200/P8060860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ronald was in prime form with his tricks. This kid loved it and even screamed occassionally because he couldn't contain his excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651671941176786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqPeiah3dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/T6EW5sp9oms/s200/P8060857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little girl totally stood up and called out Ronald on his "McBooBoo." "Uh-huh, the ball is too under your armpit right now!" (It wasn't, but I'm not sure how he pulled that one off, because that's where I thought it was too.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651674478332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqPer3bytI/AAAAAAAAADw/781FcO2VOHQ/s200/P8060856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jordan LOVED the show...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231651678816029074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqPe8BnyZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/C_w73IL3JQQ/s200/P8060859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and was beyond amazed when he pulled the egg out of the bag that seconds before had been empty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231648476726256514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqMkjT7Y4I/AAAAAAAAACY/JuJk-N-4lyw/s200/P8060855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also clearly loved the show. Even though we didn't win a free happy meal, one of a number of plates featuring Ronnie McD and friends playing various sports, nor a complete set of Polly Pocket Happy Meal toys. But Sue, Ronald's agent/tour manager, assured us we were all winners as we each got twisty straws and sick tattoos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231648498689309682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqMl1IU-_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/XjU7ilUpeWI/s200/P8060861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Group shot with the man himself. Melanie and Laura thought he sounded familiar and wondered if we know him sans makeup.&lt;br /&gt;Sue also told us where his next gig was and encouraged us to become Ronald groupies. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231652505078410082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqQPCF7K2I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Xye6JmVecQo/s200/P8060868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After our adventures at McDonalds, we stopped by to visit Mom at work. I'm not the best at setting the camera up for self-timer shots and caught a lovely corner of the table in this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231659910766357298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqW-GbhazI/AAAAAAAAAGA/EpDNDBLmRas/s200/P8060870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several crowns lying around. Very appropriate for the birthday girl. And Bumble loves anything red sequins.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231659915221192210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqW-XBozhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/bVVUb66jCQw/s200/P8060872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231659921564328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqW-up9YZI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/5R8_xhWHmQY/s200/P8060875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our next stop was the Johnson County DMV to get Emily a renewed license. There we stood in line with James, who was most excellent to chat with. We told him we may need his help stealing the clock from the wall (he was taller than any of us) if it started getting close to the time (4:08) when we needed to take a birthday picture of Emily, as per family tradition. Here he is, joining in the tradition. (This clock was actually brought from home--boring.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231662357813365618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqZMiY_i3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/LS09RYYa9Xg/s200/P8060880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here we are in Matt's car, throwing our hands up in the sky as Kanye welcomes us to the good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654518180078722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqSENew5II/AAAAAAAAAFw/yD0vc4_D2P4/s200/P8060885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A good life always includes tasty ice cream. Today I enjoyed one of the weirdest ice cream flavors I have ever come across: Blueberry Muffin Batter. I could not resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654511047548066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqSDy6PHKI/AAAAAAAAAFo/t9uqtEWbIkQ/s200/P8060888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The festivities continued at Kaufman Stadium, home of our beloved Kansas City Royals, courtesy of Padge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in the running for the most eventful game I have ever been to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231654509268767794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqSDsSJFDI/AAAAAAAAAFg/wo8I6_sr8ZY/s200/P8060889.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Laura caught a hot dog in the hot dog launch. This is a re-enactment. Her initial face probably would have contained more shock. Section 213 rarely gets much action in the way of hot dog tosses and the like. Tonight was the exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653843764917634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRc9FqNYI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VTyEF6i-AQg/s200/P8060894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We were THIS close to the KCrew as they conducted the Hat Trick with a little girl who did not want to do it. We also made it onto the new hugest of huge screens during some fan footage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRcvjzBuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-ZzzE86VeEo/s1600-h/P8060897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653840133228258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRcvjzBuI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-ZzzE86VeEo/s200/P8060897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdDDn3BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DEHVlMV-ICU/s1600-h/P8060892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653845366987794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdDDn3BI/AAAAAAAAAFI/DEHVlMV-ICU/s200/P8060892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...or enjoy some for free, compliments of the KCrew when we told them it was Emily's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdF_73TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hZEXZ5VyaxI/s1600-h/P8060891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653846156827954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdF_73TI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/hZEXZ5VyaxI/s200/P8060891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other highlights included the Hot Dog Race. This might actually be a lowlight. Mustard beat Ketchup. Again. No one cares about Relish. Because it's gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdcV3YLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fSlVP2xIGrE/s1600-h/P8060890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231653852154388658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqRdcV3YLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fSlVP2xIGrE/s200/P8060890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Royals made a valient effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to top it off, we heard David Archuleta's new single on the radio on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all, I would have to say Emily's birthday was a home run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-6344631453540184185?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/6344631453540184185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=6344631453540184185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6344631453540184185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/6344631453540184185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-one-goes-out-to-everyone-who-has.html' title='This one goes out to everyone who has a birthday this year...'/><author><name>Jill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10343086039269645766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XIYSuqFZTms/SJqU-uwKIwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/faH9csBskgY/s72-c/P8060862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-7572124903407231268</id><published>2008-08-03T21:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:01:40.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy few weeks</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been pretty busy for our family. Melanie got her wisdom teeth out on July 19th. After the surgery she was a little bit loopy. She kept repeating things over and over again, would hold her tongue and say "What's this?" and often couldn't tell where her lips were because her face was so numb. She also thought we had three eyes. It was pretty funny. It's a good thing she likes pudding and let me tell you, she ate &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; of pudding. Then on July 24th I got my tonsils. Getting my tonsils out was quite the experience.  Exactly a week after I got my tonsils out I woke up in the middle of the night because my throat was bleeding. It only lasted for about ten minutes and with the help of a cup of ice water and a popsicle it stopped. We called the ENT doctor and went in to see him and he said that everything was okay. That night I got up twice in the night because my throat was bleeding but it only lasted for five minutes at a time. They both stopped by drinking ice water too. And then last night (Saturday) my throat started bleeding at 8:15 and then didn't stop. I ate 4 popsicles and drank a ton of ice water and nothing stopped it.  So at around 10:30-11:00 we called my doctor and went in to the ER. A doctor at the ER looked at my throat and called my doctor, and they decided that they'd better go ahead and cauterize my throat, which I guess is kind of like burning the wounds closed. So, at midnight they started the surgery and I was able to leave and go home. It wasn't a very fun night, but at least I know that I'll be getting better very soon. I am so happy that they have doctor's and technology now so that they were able to do that for me. I hope everyone's doing well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-7572124903407231268?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/7572124903407231268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=7572124903407231268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7572124903407231268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/7572124903407231268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/08/busy-few-weeks.html' title='Busy few weeks'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-5380919167784257691</id><published>2008-07-14T11:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T12:26:49.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season I LIVE for!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This summer I've been begging my parents to take me on some sort of vacation because I haven't been on one yet. After weeks and weeks of begging, they finally agreed and said they'd give me two full weeks of rest and relaxation.....except it will only be at my house....while I'm recovering from my surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm getting my tonsils out on July 24th and getting more pollops removed (which the ENT said I would have to do after my surgery I got a year ago). Just three short weeks before school starts. The season I live for will be over...well, for me anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My older sisters are always telling me that because I'm the youngest, I get everything...and I'm starting to beleive them. I do get everything...my immune system is weak. I get strep, and sinus infections, and I have a lot of allergies. Even some of my friends actually call me the "Walking Failed Immune System" because I get sick so often. So I went to the ENT (EarNoseThroat) Doctor this morning for a check up and they decided that it was time I get my tonsils out! Maybe the next time I go to the ENT doctor, when they ask "Have you had strep or any sinus infections, etc. recently?" and "How many times have you had strep in the last year?" I'll lie and say "No I haven't gotten strep &lt;em&gt;recently." &lt;/em&gt;or "I don't recall how many times I've gotten strep or had sinus infections in the past year." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll neglect to mention the fact that I had strep in February (it's July, I don't think February's recent enough) and that I've had strep about 5 times a year, for the past 3 or so years....it must have just slipped my mind. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I guess everything's working out the way it's planned. I asked for a vacation, and I'm getting one. My sisters say I get everything...I'm getting it all! I've got ten days to live it up! to have the last solid meal until I can only have liquids! to do everything I thought I'd have time to do in the next three or four weeks crammed into ten days! The end of the season I live for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-5380919167784257691?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/5380919167784257691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=5380919167784257691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5380919167784257691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/5380919167784257691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/07/season-i-live-for.html' title='The Season I LIVE for!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4231812403514274042.post-1180070781350567764</id><published>2008-07-11T18:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T14:30:35.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, our family figured that we'd get a blog, considering that a lot of our family and friends also have blogs so, here we go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(This is Laura here by the way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Life in Kansas has been pretty good for the most part. I guess I'll give you a little synopsis on each of our lives. (Oh man! It's summer and I just used the word synopsis...what's wrong with me?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dad, Laurence, has been traveling a lot and just got back from a business/family reunion trip on July 6th, headed out on another business trip on July 9th only to get home one short day later on the night of the 10th. He keeps himself busy, although I know he would much rather spend more of his time here at home with the rest of his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My mom, Linda, has been working at the local community college in the testing center. Sounds fun right? She does various tasks, such as looking for tests on the computer, helping people check in, and proctoring. Yes, that's right proctoring; just like the scary looking people in the movies that walk around during tests to make sure people aren't cheating. I don't think she's actually caught anyone in the act of cheating yet, but a few times she had a few experiences with people having various formulas or other helpful little "reminders" on their hands or arms, etc. Overall, she seems to enjoy the people she works with and the job itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Carrie and Anthony, who have their own blog but I'll write about them anyway, live in Springfield, MO, while Tony is going to school at Missouri State and Carrie's taking online classes through Oklahoma State. They seem to enjoy it there and hope to settle down somewhere in the Midwest. My dad hopes they'll buy the house that's for sale up the street, but I think they're planning to distance themselves a little farther away than just a few houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jill is in Provo keeping especially busy with Law School. She likes it, although it is a lot of hard work and a lot of reading. And I believe (and it's a good thing too) that she's learned a few things while she's been there. Something I've really noticed is that she is a lot better at arguing. Sometimes it's not necessarily a straight answer, which you'd expect from lawyers, and she sort of twists your words around and usually...she wins the argument. Right now she's interning for a lawyer...well, at least I think. I'm not totally sure everything she's up to so you'll have to ask her. I do know at some point this summer she was on a softball team, but I think their season may be over now. Either way, she's keeping busy and even though she's working, etc. she still always finds a way to have a fun time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Emily is home from BYU-I for the summer and has been working at an Accounting Company. She works from 8-5 Monday-Friday. She says she likes it, although it can get pretty boring. She's a receptionist and she answers the phone, makes coffee and other receptionist duties. Because she's just sitting there with not much to do, she's on the computer almost all day long. She usually comes home every day with a new fact about something she's read online or some current event she's found at cnn.com. When she's not at work, she finds time to take naps, take our dog on walks, and spend time with her boyfriend who also goes to BYU-I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Melanie graduated from High School and is devoting most of her time this summer to make money for next year. She's been working at a grocery store here, Hy Vee, where all of us either have worked or are currently working at, and is hoping to make enough money to get her through her freshman year at BYU. She works almost every day at HyVee, except Wednesdays when she babysits a little boy from 8-5. She has managed to fill her free time reading Harry Potter books, taking our dog on runs, going to the pool with me and her friends, and spending time with her friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I, Laura, haven't had too much of an exciting summer but i have &lt;em&gt;very much&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed the time off school. I also work at Hy Vee, but being the age I am, find it difficult to find many hours, so I haven't made very much money even though I would like to. I have been taking tennis lessons. It's been a lot of fun. Because I don't have a license I mostly just stay home all day because everyone is working, and do my summer reading. Haha, okay let's be honest now. I don't do too much summer reading but I &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;get it done before school starts. I love going to the pool and doing stuff with my friends when I get the chance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And of course, our dog Brandi is doing well. She turned 12 on July 1st and is still a major part of our family life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Sorry I just wrote a novel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4231812403514274042-1180070781350567764?l=kansascranes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/feeds/1180070781350567764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4231812403514274042&amp;postID=1180070781350567764' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1180070781350567764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4231812403514274042/posts/default/1180070781350567764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kansascranes.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-post.html' title='The First Post'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13880756745283212844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EXFxvLEF1zA/STcMvymYBUI/AAAAAAAAADA/C1m1QBPr2VI/S220/IMG_0622%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
