<?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-3473574986179831244</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:49:40.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karlee Christiansen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-4960495659461969616</id><published>2008-10-29T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:46:59.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls &amp; Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262611608874983330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiNYDHXH6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/NtUMLK6pHEo/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I attended my first masquerade ball this month. The name I was given when I arrived was Regina Gines. I was a famous interior decorator who liked to talk a lot. It was tons of fun! These guys who are a year younger than me throw it every year. The reason I mention they are younger than me is because I think I am having a mid life crisis. I will only date boys younger than me. The guy I have been dating the most is my 22-year old trainer. Love it. It is so refreshing to me for some reason. I think I got fed up with 30 year old boys who have issues. I mean, I am issue free, so I should only date people without issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262611970227701490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiNtFQkBvI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LXo-Hi8uNNk/s320/Me+%26+Jac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This past weekend I really stepped up my social life and went to 3 different halloween parties. This is something I only remember doing as a 23 year old, so it was kind of a big deal. I decided to dress up as a sailor this year, or a "Cruise Ship Cutie" as I called myself because I kept getting mean names like drunken sailor &amp;amp; pirate hooker. Here is a pic of me and some of my guy friends...way too old for me.&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262612602650959714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiOR5OBH2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MwTROgdjzEw/s320/DSC00388.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Here is another one with my friend Ben. Cute. We are both sailors. Totally not planned&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262613594563400066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiPLoYX0YI/AAAAAAAAAHA/XcXKPND4JJ4/s320/DSC00416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here are me and my refreshingly young friends...the 2 on the end are deviled eggs. Those young people are so clever. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262614071486607138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiPnZDubyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Yb9Qj4VuBFc/s320/DSC00414.JPG" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262613748842072450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiPUnHRiYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/95cwf66fyl4/s320/DSC00420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is me and Moses. Moses would not leave me alone at the party. He kept asking me if I was obeying his lame, made up commandments. The funny thing is he has gotten my # before, but he must have forgotten because he got it again. Another boy did the same thing at the party. Geez...I have been in the singles scene way too long if my number is starting to get recyled in and out of guys' phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/3473574986179831244-4960495659461969616?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/4960495659461969616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=4960495659461969616' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/4960495659461969616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/4960495659461969616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/10/balls-parties.html' title='Balls &amp; Parties'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SQiNYDHXH6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/NtUMLK6pHEo/s72-c/girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-7825958998792098329</id><published>2008-09-25T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T15:02:32.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer &amp; TOU Marathon...</title><content type='html'>Well I guess it is time to update. I usually like to wait 2 months, but since Nat told me to update, I will do it. I think I need to take a blogger 101 class though. My format is just not cute. So my summer has been pretty uneventful...here is a couple of pics of the really "exciting" things I did over the past month and half.&lt;br /&gt;Me and some friends at the DEW tour....no I was not highly impressed by paying $16 to watch professional skateboarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971991113012594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNultdsKlXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CFRv-F9z5Xo/s320/DSC00355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here is a pic of me at the State Fair...always fun. Although I was disappointed in the selection of people to look at this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249971501098041810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNulQ8PfgdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/dLU_KTjA7P8/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249970985693656450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNuky8NgtYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/eCGAcQhcqUQ/s320/DSC00326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And here is a beautiful pic of Lindy, me, &amp;amp; Becca at the Bees game. As you can see, summers are extremely busy and exciting in Salt Lake City. It is amazing I can fit all of this fun in one post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I did a marathon. That is 26.2 miles. I thought this was common knowledge, but it is not. I have been asked over 20 times "how far" the marathon was. The best part of the marathon was running it with my sisters. No, wait, they ditched me before it even started. And my ipod broke on mile 2, so I really could have used some company. I did meet some guys on about mile 4 who kept me company until mile 13. They asked me how good the "beer garden" would be at the end. Not in Cache Valley, Bud. There instead of a beer garden were hundreds of children with signs for their moms. And husbands with roses. My husband will be in his Escalade with our 2 beautiful children with 2 dozen roses for me...next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249974264692596162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNunxzbx3cI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0CpMawoz5pk/s320/Sisters+%2B+Jamie+II.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249975191571143218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNuonwU2GjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/54vuwJi4bvs/s320/DSC00378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-7825958998792098329?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/7825958998792098329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=7825958998792098329' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/7825958998792098329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/7825958998792098329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-summer-tou-marathon.html' title='End of Summer &amp; TOU Marathon...'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</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/_UXEIoymc3XY/SNultdsKlXI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CFRv-F9z5Xo/s72-c/DSC00355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-2359641335939903421</id><published>2008-07-31T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:21:41.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quirks</title><content type='html'>The RULES1. Link the person who tagged you...Shelly 2. Post these rules.3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.4. Tag 6 fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; by linking them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I cannot drink out of t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;upperware&lt;/span&gt;  or plastic cups...sick, gross.  They have to be glass.&lt;br /&gt;2. I constantly take out boys phone #s in my phone when they make me mad.  I then put them back in when I am not mad anymore.  I think Jackson has been deleted and put back in at least 100 times over the past year.  No joke.  I only dated this kid name Tyson for 3 weeks and I managed to delete him 2 different times.   He is currently deleted.  So is Jackson for that matter. &lt;br /&gt;3. I lay my outfit out for the next day of work every single night&lt;br /&gt;4.  I write down all of my future children's names whenever I am in a meeting or church.  Middle names included.  I never get sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;5.  I cannot correctly say words the first time that have a "n" before a "m".....like animal or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unanimous&lt;/span&gt;.  I say it wrong first, and then I have to really think hard and concentrate before I can say it right.&lt;br /&gt;6.  I have a spreadsheet that calculates my caloric intake &amp;amp; outtake.  It nets out with my metabolic rate so I know my weight at all times.  Fascinating isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging Natalie P, Natelli T, Amy H, Jan, Katie, &amp;amp; Kelli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-2359641335939903421?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/2359641335939903421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=2359641335939903421' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2359641335939903421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2359641335939903421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/07/quirks.html' title='Quirks'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-156737090058286910</id><published>2008-07-28T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T15:53:34.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk Down Memory Lane...</title><content type='html'>This is so fun!1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-156737090058286910?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/156737090058286910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=156737090058286910' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/156737090058286910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/156737090058286910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/07/walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='A Walk Down Memory Lane...'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-2493999503193195896</id><published>2008-05-27T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:25:36.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange County</title><content type='html'>My friends and I decided to go to Orange Country for Memorial Day...it was so much fun!! On Saturday we just played at the beach during the day and then at night we built a bon fire. The highlight of the night was when a drunk man stumbled over and fell down a foot away from the fire. There was no budging him so he joined our little party for the rest of the night. Not sure where his friends were. On Sunday we got up and went to church. It was really neat, they had a hymn testimony meeting. All you had to do was say your favorite hymn and we all sung it. On Monday we went to the beach and played all day. We ran into a lot of people from Utah actually....Overall it was a pretty uneventful trip, but it sure was nice to get out of Utah and enjoy some sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwrG-coxCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VIG2gYOsE04/s1600-h/DSC00237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205082668175770658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwrG-coxCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VIG2gYOsE04/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwq7ucoxBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SBuKj7V7CAs/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205082474902242322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwq7ucoxBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SBuKj7V7CAs/s320/DSC00190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwqo-coxAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NuQIx93cgcY/s1600-h/DSC00214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205082152779695106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwqo-coxAI/AAAAAAAAAE0/NuQIx93cgcY/s320/DSC00214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a pic of the drunk guy at the bon fire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwp-ecow-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zYRaM6H3XHc/s1600-h/DSC00203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081422635254754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwp-ecow-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zYRaM6H3XHc/s320/DSC00203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a lighter note, when I left my house this morning, I realized I forgot my running clothes so I ran back in my house and up the stairs to my room. I left the door open and when I ran back down the stairs, there was a duck in my house. As I got closer down the stairs, the duck pooed in my house. And then another duck friend waddled in. Weird. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-2493999503193195896?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/2493999503193195896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=2493999503193195896' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2493999503193195896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2493999503193195896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/05/orange-county.html' title='Orange County'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SDwrG-coxCI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VIG2gYOsE04/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-4878089339338451227</id><published>2008-05-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:25:37.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Update....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SCM11RCVtVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nHh85PuLNw4/s1600-h/Costa,+San+Diego,+ALL+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198057584138237266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SCM11RCVtVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nHh85PuLNw4/s320/Costa,+San+Diego,+ALL+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SCM1AhCVtUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/uqbCypR51fE/s1600-h/Costa,+San+Diego,+ALL+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to update my blog.   I will be honest, I have tried at least 5 other times, but I could never get it to look the way I wanted it to look. It would have been great though...It was titled "What a difference a year makes" and it was going to talk about how at this time last year I was planning my wedding and how now the only thing I plan are unromantic nights with Becca. Then I was trying to post a bunch of pictures from all of the trips I have been on this year....single. There were even some great shots of my "honeymoon" to Costa Rica (see above). Okay, so here are 7 random things about me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I buy a diet coke and 3 laffy taffy ropes (2 grape, 1 strawberry) every single morning before work. Bad habit I thought I would break when I bought my new car since my old car has little wrappers and diet coke stains throughout it. What has actually happened though is I don't drive my new car to work. I drive my Grandma's cadillac. That way, I still get to enjoy my dc and my sugar. Plus, my new black car sits in my garage and stays extremely clean. Just like my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) My right pupil is bigger than my left. I was born this way. I have had many people ask me if I am on drugs. No, I am not. I actually hate any kind of medicine. Actually, 60% of people are born this way. Mine is just really noticeable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I love "a good storm." I am fascinated with geeky things. I love the weather (especially deadly and destructive storms). However, I no longer tell my dates this fact about me. I got my foot deep deep DEEP in mouth when I told a date this, only to find out 20 minutes later his only brother died in a storm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I love Jennifer Aniston. I think this stems from Friends. So I think I really love Rachel Green. Along those lines, I detest Angelina Jolie. And Brad Pitt. I refuse to date anyone who prefers Angelina over Jen. Let's be honest, right now I just refuse to date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) My first word was "Jesus" when I was 8 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) I am very good with numbers and remember dates way too good. For instance, I could tell you that today, May 8, is the same day I was Alice in the play "Alice in Wonderland" when I was in the 4th grade. Yesterday, May 7, was my first boyfriend's birthday. It is also his wife's. And hopefully Greg Webb never reads this, because he asked me to "go with him" in 9th grade on October 9th (Floyd's birthday and the day Kate and Floyde got engaged). He broke up with me on October 22. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) I love the smell of skunks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am tagging Marci and Natalie.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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/3473574986179831244-4878089339338451227?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/4878089339338451227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=4878089339338451227' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/4878089339338451227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/4878089339338451227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-update.html' title='Time to Update....'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/SCM11RCVtVI/AAAAAAAAAEc/nHh85PuLNw4/s72-c/Costa,+San+Diego,+ALL+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-2385357509623260480</id><published>2008-02-20T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:25:38.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cruise Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xmnDpPhGI/AAAAAAAAACo/AD3VuKMP0C0/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169119293493707874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xmnDpPhGI/AAAAAAAAACo/AD3VuKMP0C0/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xmnjpPhHI/AAAAAAAAACw/c_pT7z5YeOQ/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169119302083642482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xmnjpPhHI/AAAAAAAAACw/c_pT7z5YeOQ/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met a guy named Brandon on the cruise...of course it will never go anywhere but it made the cruise fun! Here is a picture of us at a super bowl party...and another picture of me and my girl friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-2385357509623260480?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/2385357509623260480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=2385357509623260480' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2385357509623260480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/2385357509623260480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-cruise-crush.html' title='My Cruise Crush'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xmnDpPhGI/AAAAAAAAACo/AD3VuKMP0C0/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473574986179831244.post-3304085571511256508</id><published>2008-02-20T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:25:39.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xfFDpPhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/17Cic5o2bb4/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169111012796761122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xfFDpPhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/17Cic5o2bb4/s320/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xfFjpPhDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l90l8TkbvcE/s1600-h/DSC00074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169111021386695730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xfFjpPhDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/l90l8TkbvcE/s320/DSC00074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am going to give this blog thing a try....I figure I might as well since I read my fair share of them.  I recently got back from a singles cruise to the Caribbean.  It has become an annual thing for the Salt Lake City singes to go on a cruise in January.  This year there were about 300 of us.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xd8jpPhAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CPddvCDgOEo/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169109767256245250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xd8jpPhAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/CPddvCDgOEo/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xd9DpPhBI/AAAAAAAAACA/fLNSMWXibLg/s1600-h/DSC00023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169109775846179858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xd9DpPhBI/AAAAAAAAACA/fLNSMWXibLg/s320/DSC00023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473574986179831244-3304085571511256508?l=karleec.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/feeds/3304085571511256508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473574986179831244&amp;postID=3304085571511256508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/3304085571511256508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473574986179831244/posts/default/3304085571511256508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karleec.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Karlee Christiansen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01570403231221475473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UXEIoymc3XY/R7xfFDpPhCI/AAAAAAAAACI/17Cic5o2bb4/s72-c/DSC00103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
