<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836</id><updated>2009-11-14T01:04:25.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Meets Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>My blog isn't about one specific thing. Rather it's about an array of things that run through my head daily. While most of those thing aren't really blog worthy, I'll speak of the things which are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8617313654435199195</id><published>2009-11-13T10:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:39:51.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Scotty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sv2ZPmC9rhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yM4CGoa9S4A/s1600-h/Crunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403643621104528914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sv2ZPmC9rhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yM4CGoa9S4A/s320/Crunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I don't know why I chose to post this picture. He has a tie around his head at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bro's&lt;/span&gt; wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today is Scotty's 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Birthday! Hooray! We're getting so old... we fell in love when he barely 21. Such little babies. Now we're having a baby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; ANYWAY-&lt;br /&gt;His last birthday sucked because I got laid off that day and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;devastated&lt;/span&gt; and I just cried and cried forever and ever. I should have known that losing that job was probably one of the best things to ever happen to me, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I wanna make it good. I'm gonna go clean the house and decorate it all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Birthdayish&lt;/span&gt;, and go buy stuff for Sundaes tonight with friends- it will be great! We're going to Pat's BBQ for dinner which (i dunno, I've never been there) but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; says it THE BEST EVER! Which I'm sure it is very tasty. I can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He left for work this morning and I couldn't fall back asleep because I'm so excited for his Birthday. I'm weird. I took a paid day off today but it's sad that he went into work. Kinda backwards huh? Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;. Happy Birthday to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8617313654435199195?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8617313654435199195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8617313654435199195&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8617313654435199195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8617313654435199195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-scotty.html' title='Happy Birthday Scotty!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sv2ZPmC9rhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yM4CGoa9S4A/s72-c/Crunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2802026625536570162</id><published>2009-11-12T22:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:29:54.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUUUUT UP!!</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks I've been awakened in the middle of the night by the sound of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;obnoxious&lt;/span&gt; thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A barking dog. This dog sounds big. And mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ya know what? I can be mean too. Is this dog's owner freaking deaf? Can they not hear it's loud ass bark echoing down the street? I'm pretty pissed off because I was kept awake from 4am-6am because it would not STOP! It just kept going and going! And this is not this first time both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; and I have laid awake because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is- I don't know where this dog is at. It sounds like it's across the street, or it could be elsewhere. So since I don't know the exact location I can't do anything about it! But mark my words.... The next time I hear it, I am going straight outside into the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Midvale&lt;/span&gt; and will find that effing dog and then call the cops on it's owners. I never hear it during the day, just in the dead of the night. Barking...forever...and ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously- what about everyone else that can hear this dog's deafening bark. Have they done anything about it? Well I can't take it anymore! Shit is about to hit the fan kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-2802026625536570162?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/2802026625536570162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2802026625536570162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2802026625536570162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2802026625536570162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/11/shuuuut-up.html' title='SHUUUUT UP!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8021491594982302636</id><published>2009-11-08T20:54:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:31:08.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a zombie. Back from the dead. No, that does not mean I was a zombie for Halloween.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I'm just having a really hard freaking time blogging because I want it to be good and cool but these 2 week gaps are sad. So although I may not have much substance to my posts, I hope you will still read them when I write! And I was all like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blaaah&lt;/span&gt; I'm not going to write about being pregnant or anything on this blog." False. I probably will since it feels like the only thing going on in my life right now! It's getting a little more exciting. I have a bump. But for the most part I just look like a fatty. I should really figure out a way to get my freaking pictures loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so see this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401953528277816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SveYHPoq0xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k5wvh9O5NsQ/s320/washington-potato-chips-0709-de.jpg" border="0" /&gt;These are the best. I crave them like really really bad. They are so delightful and salty and vinegary...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mmmmm&lt;/span&gt;... I've ate 2 bags last week. Don't judge me. I'm not gaining weight...yet- so I think I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;p&gt;Hey wanna see me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; at Halloween? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401953529325545698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SveYHTid6OI/AAAAAAAAAko/QYIvhxd7ZOg/s320/halloween09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cho&lt;/span&gt; eyes off my man! Sexy right? Yeah- I know. I think we're 80's glam rockers? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; let my put makeup on him. It was incredible. Oh yeah I stole this from Marisa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;. As always. Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Riss&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. Tomorrow I will put some REAL effort into making the software that uploads my pictures work. I swear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8021491594982302636?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8021491594982302636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8021491594982302636&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8021491594982302636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8021491594982302636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-zombie-back-from-dead-no-that-does.html' title='I am a zombie. Back from the dead. No, that does not mean I was a zombie for Halloween.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SveYHPoq0xI/AAAAAAAAAkg/k5wvh9O5NsQ/s72-c/washington-potato-chips-0709-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6311846754807725283</id><published>2009-10-21T23:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:38:39.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny Boppin' Music.</title><content type='html'>Since when do I go two weeks without a new blog? Man I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like my life is totally uneventful right now. I just sleep a lot. Work. Blah. I'm pretty unmotivated to do just about anything! But I'm feeling better and my first trimester is almost over so then I'll stop complaining because it hasn't been &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes I watch TV. Wait, remember how I watch lots of TV? Don't judge me. Anyway- I was watching music videos and some old Usher stuff came on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MmmmMmm&lt;/span&gt;! I love me some Usher! And from the looks of this video, it looks like he boosted his kid's career. I think it's really funny when 13 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; sing about love. It's not that they are incapable but it's like what do you have to offer when you are so little? Hey come over to my house and we will watch Transformers under parental supervision! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nooope&lt;/span&gt;. When I was 13 I was aware of some pretty slutty things going on at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RMJH&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty sure a girl got pregnant in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and kept it. Maybe this is rude but... that shouldn't be allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one of the lines is "She's got everything I need". So what is it that you need? A ride to school and change for a Pepsi at lunch? Now I'm sure it's not this kid writing the song. It may have even been a creeper 30 year old man. Which is probably even worse. Did he know his song was going to be sung by a 13 year old? Did that bother him? Probably not too much since he made bank off of it but ANYWAY blah blah blah, I just don't like it when teeny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;boppers&lt;/span&gt; sing about love and "the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first video of course, is the song I'm talking about "One Time" by Justin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bieber&lt;/span&gt;. He's adorable! He's good too. But the party scene? Look at the people there- they are all like 21. It's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just a link to an &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ylrlxQz5So"&gt;Usher video &lt;/a&gt;because he is sexy. It wouldn't let me embed any of his videos. But I like some old school '97 Usher. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait wait wait I know this has gotten long but I'm having so much fun on YouTube right now. I was a total Backstreet Boy freak since this is kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Halloweeny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6XE1XRiLeY"&gt;watch this video&lt;/a&gt;. It's freaking stupid. I love it so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6311846754807725283?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6311846754807725283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6311846754807725283&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6311846754807725283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6311846754807725283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/10/teeny-boppin-music-holla.html' title='Teeny Boppin&apos; Music.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4759089737108993043</id><published>2009-10-07T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:41:21.728-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrgghhsdifuskjdf!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so boring! I know. Not a lot of things going on right now. But lets pretend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? I have an ultrasound on Friday so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; cool! First one ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But right now I would like to talk about the thing that is bothering me most. It's a little petty and kind of stupid but with my hormones raging it just makes my blood boil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; it when people hover in the same isle as me while I'm shopping. Or if I'm looking at clothes and they are looking at the same rack. When they shuffle through the shirts and get closer and closer to me I just want to punch them in the mouth. Or like when I was at the grocery store there was this little old lady who would stand right in front of what I needed for like 5 minutes. And this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; about 3 different times. Usually I would just say excuse me and get what I needed but I already know she is a grump because when her cart was in the way and I was coming down an isle she shot me a dirty look because she had to move her crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People are just really bothering me lately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; you guys? I can't take it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;some days&lt;/span&gt;. I just want to be really mean to people but I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But someone...sometime...someday soon is going to break me and I'm going to snap in public. I can feel it, and it will probably be really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm trying to contain myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4759089737108993043?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4759089737108993043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4759089737108993043&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4759089737108993043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4759089737108993043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/10/arrrrgghhsdifuskjdf.html' title='Arrrrgghhsdifuskjdf!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-5683400610905498856</id><published>2009-09-27T13:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T14:04:59.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey look to your left. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;put&lt;/span&gt; a baby ticker up. Isn't that weird? I think it is. I still don't fully believe that a human is floating inside of me right now. Anyway if you're wondering more just go check out my blog link that is right under that floating fetus thing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386240544719378386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sr_FPObOF9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0Hj32fVKiDk/s320/274134737_c91ae9fdf4_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fall is here! Oh joy. I am so happy. I just want to carve pumpkins, go to haunted houses, wear &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hoodies&lt;/span&gt; and more! I think the main reason why I am so excited is because the summer months have been extremely uncomfortable in our home without air conditioning! So glad we won't have to deal with that next summer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386240024139982178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sr_Ew7Ha5WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/2q1Dl0FEqzQ/s320/jack-nicholson-pumpkin-face.jpg" border="0" /&gt; But for weeks now I've REALLY been looking forward to Thanksgiving Dinner. It just sounds so delightful. Yams and orange rolls, cranberry sauce. Anyway- I just love the fall. I even got a F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allish&lt;/span&gt; smelling F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ebreze&lt;/span&gt; and some new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Scentsy&lt;/span&gt;. So my house smells good and I'm ready to do this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386240028609218514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sr_ExLw-B9I/AAAAAAAAAj4/-oahVxqtBn4/s320/thanksgiving-dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another thing is Football. I like football. I understand it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; more and have more fun watching it being married to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt;. This man feeds off of it. I don't think a lot of people know that I am married to one of the biggest sports freaks EVER. Sometimes it's really annoying and I'm like dude...change the channel. I'm bored. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; watches it a lot. Well a lot on Sundays. So he got season tickets for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; Football with his cousin. And since his cousin is 17 and is socially required to attend Homecoming, he gave me his ticket and I got to go yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;! It was really fun. I love going to games, I just wish it was later in the day because with sun beating down on me, let's just say by back became moist. Sick huh? It was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. I LOVE YOU FALL!&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/373691259709239836-5683400610905498856?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/5683400610905498856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=5683400610905498856&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5683400610905498856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/5683400610905498856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/ode-to-fall.html' title='Ode to Fall.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sr_FPObOF9I/AAAAAAAAAkA/0Hj32fVKiDk/s72-c/274134737_c91ae9fdf4_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4059440577883802855</id><published>2009-09-21T15:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:27:53.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>So I have a cold. A pretty bad one- and it really really sucks. Not only do colds make tired in the first place but given my current state of pregnancy it's 10x worse! Pretty much all I have done since I got home from work Saturday night is sleep,watched Heroes in bed, ate in bed, and updated my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and twitter status from bed. Maybe I would have done all of that from the couch but Christian was staying with us (Scotty's cousin) and I just let the boys watch football all day as long as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; brought me otter pops and liquids upon request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is hallelujah for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;. We have it set up so that it can stream right to our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; so I don't have to pick from our selection of movies that I have gotten bored of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being sick blows. Living it this hot apartment next to a loud busy road blows. I can't wait to move- we really like the people and our ward here, but the noise and the other list of things I hate about this place has got to go. We can't move til the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suuuck&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well. I don't know why I just went off, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4059440577883802855?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4059440577883802855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4059440577883802855&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4059440577883802855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4059440577883802855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6866737981838168354</id><published>2009-09-14T12:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:29:11.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fall TV Line Up.</title><content type='html'>Oh glorious! TV is back. I have a few shows that I watch religiously. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, maybe more than a few. But is it really that bad? I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt; so I just record them and then watch them later, so technically I'm not wasting &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much time since I can fwd through the commercials. But I really love my shows and I am not ashamed to sit on my couch and veg! Plus it's not like I'm allowed to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of activities now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what I'm watching this Fall? Good because I'm going to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glee is about a high school teacher and his attempt to organize a Glee club while dealing with personal issues as well. FYI- A glee club is like a show choir. Anyway, it sounds totally cheesy but it's so funny, I love it! And you probably will too- it's pretty irreverent and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Intrigued&lt;/span&gt;? To watch a full episode &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/fod/play.php?sh=glee"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Other than that, watch it Wedesdays at 7 MST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381399778532514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6SljHL29I/AAAAAAAAAjE/gWNRnnJ3IrE/s320/glee.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know that I love this show. But it's starting again this week! Woot woot! They are also giving Daniel a second chance (when he started he was a 454 lb. 18 year old) so it will be cool to have him back again because he still has a ways to go. So far I think he has lost 142. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381406835804367202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6ZAVf6aWI/AAAAAAAAAjM/ciAe7M2sRV8/s320/dan_bf_after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to watch the last few episodes from last season. But this show is cool. You should also watch it. You can watch full seasons online if you have Netflix or you can probably watch them on NBC.com as well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381406845963968946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6ZA7WJobI/AAAAAAAAAjU/jHxwaBtOwmk/s320/Heroes_-_Cast_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I'm so behind. But I promise to catch up! I'm pretty sure I missed the whole 4th season. I need to find out how I can watch it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381406854679878322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6ZBb0L2rI/AAAAAAAAAjc/2HrrUNxWjTA/s320/lost-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. Usually we have to wait 9 months for a new season to start but they are doing a Fall season this year. Yeeeah. That makes me really happy. I love this show. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381406856641539106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6ZBjH4bCI/AAAAAAAAAjk/tekdJnbANj8/s320/SYTYCD_vidoewall_300p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also speaking of TV, even though I'm not enrolled this semester, they want me to return to cohost GSN for them each week. Except this time they are going to pay me and I'll be enrolled under independant study for it. So I think thats pretty cool! I believe I start this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any good shows that you think I should add to my list of recordings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6866737981838168354?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6866737981838168354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6866737981838168354&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6866737981838168354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6866737981838168354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-tv.html' title='My Fall TV Line Up.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/Sq6SljHL29I/AAAAAAAAAjE/gWNRnnJ3IrE/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-9014258444464101049</id><published>2009-09-07T20:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:40:22.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Anniversh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I'm posting this today because I don't know when I'll have time tomorrow but:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 3rd Wedding Anniversary to us!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September 8, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378930768900396146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqXNCRe6FHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Q3aliEJkoA4/s320/haaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(That is usually the look on Scotty's face when I cackle about something dumb)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We celebrated today since we both had it off. We drove to American Fork to eat at the Italian Love it. Then we went and played at Boondocks. Mini Golf, Arcade Games (oh crap! I just remembered I forgot to redeem my 104 tickets. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frick&lt;/span&gt;.) Batting Cages, and Go-Karts. When we were standing in line for go-karts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; said he has never done it before. I thought that was really weird, but we had lots of fun today! We then topped it off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nielson's&lt;/span&gt; Frozen Custard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378934197342204466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqXQJ1bIcjI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fC2OFC_d6ws/s320/DSC_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So we ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of crap and had lots of fun. And we'll probably eat more delightful things tomorrow on our real anniversary. So yeah, I really really really love my sweet husband. I'm mostly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; for his kind heart. He takes such good care of me, is always cracking me up and he just cares A LOT. He's going to make the best dad EVER and I can't wait to see how our lives are going to change in a year from now! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; cheese fest over. Love ya boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-9014258444464101049?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/9014258444464101049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=9014258444464101049&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9014258444464101049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/9014258444464101049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/3rd-anniversh.html' title='3rd Anniversh!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqXNCRe6FHI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Q3aliEJkoA4/s72-c/haaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4603935796806013165</id><published>2009-09-06T17:59:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T18:33:32.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wed-DING Bells!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ZzZzZZzZZzzzZZZZzzzzzZzzzzZZZZzZzZzZ......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Seriously. Thats all I ever feel like doing. I am so tired, it's ridiculous. Anywho, I haven't even mentioned how happy I am for my brother Kyle and his new wife Cazree for getting married last weekend! It was such a perfect wedding plus we're so glad Ghandyn (Cazree's 5 year old son) is officially one of us as well! Here are some pics I stole from Shelly and Marisa on facebook! Thanks girls- Im having issues uploading mine again. Booo.. Oh wait, I almost forgot- Kyle went skydiving 5 hours before the ceremony without Cazree knowing! He is a crazy kunuck! And then he showed her a video of it at the reception. Yeah...not sure if she was a fan of that idea Kyle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378511683563352242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqRP4S8U8LI/AAAAAAAAAic/8FDLKm8z5u8/s320/caznkyle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cazree of course looked stunning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378511812537873346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqRP_zaP88I/AAAAAAAAAis/T7jVnNjvRnA/s320/coleandghandyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ghandyn and Cole= Buddies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378511810750159378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqRP_swBmhI/AAAAAAAAAik/pGq6vsHd_n4/s320/kywed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Emily,Remily and Me before the ceremony. I'm a little washed out....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We call her Remily because we already have an Emily (my sister) and Remily is marrying my other brother Ryan on Saturday, we just put an "R" in front to tell them apart. Does that make sense? So since we have more wedding festivities on the way, It's sure to be a busy week. But I'm excited for Remily and Ryan woOhOo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Oh and for updates on our growing fetus just click the link right up there under our picture. Or you can click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hollyandscotty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt; for now. That will be all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4603935796806013165?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4603935796806013165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4603935796806013165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4603935796806013165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4603935796806013165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/wed-ding-bells.html' title='Wed-DING Bells!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SqRP4S8U8LI/AAAAAAAAAic/8FDLKm8z5u8/s72-c/caznkyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4675788924921960181</id><published>2009-09-02T10:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:15:29.678-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updatershmater.</title><content type='html'>I really like how everyone thought my last post was a joke. But I guess other people like to leave more suspense and in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; title! Not me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I've decided to make a whole new blog for lots of obnoxious baby updates and stuff. That way, family and friends who what lots of updates can check it out. If not, I'll still have my regular '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; blogging on this site. This will prevent my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reallybyholly&lt;/span&gt; blog from being killed. You are however, welcome to view my family one whenever because it won't be private! I will post the link to that blog soon, I just need to get it up and going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some short updates are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm 7, almost 8 weeks along.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've felt great so far, no sickness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But oh wait, last night I could feel my insides mutating and my stomach hurt so bad! I was at work crying but then I left early and as soon as I laid down at home, I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I just couldn't get up or it would hurt again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first appointment wasn't until Oct.20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; but they bumped it up to Oct.14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I showed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; what our kid currently looks like and he said it looks like a dragon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be due sometime in April.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Really excited :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/373691259709239836-4675788924921960181?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4675788924921960181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4675788924921960181&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4675788924921960181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4675788924921960181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/09/updatershmater.html' title='Updatershmater.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3772779168887061384</id><published>2009-08-30T19:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:57:46.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm having a baby!</title><content type='html'>Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And we're really really happy/excited/shocked about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3772779168887061384?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3772779168887061384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3772779168887061384&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3772779168887061384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3772779168887061384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-having-baby.html' title='I&apos;m having a baby!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-781690924154422437</id><published>2009-08-21T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:55:34.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Someday You Can Be As Spiritual As Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Herro&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week has been so busy. I've been working 8am-3pm and then going straight down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; for Education Week at night and have been getting home later than 11pm each night. I'm exhausted! But Ed Week is awesome, you just go to a bunch of different classes (topics are related to the church of course) and they all have awesome speakers. I went to a class last night where they talked about how much the church is growing in India. I had no idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mormons are total dorks. Especially in that setting. It's funny, and I like it :) The whole time I was down there I would sometimes see boys on campus who made me think of that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LDS&lt;/span&gt; movie, "Sons of Provo". If you've never heard of it, it's about a Mormon boy band who takes themselves way to seriously. It's so funny, listen to the lyrics! Plus it's funny because it's true.  Here are a couple of clips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Don't get all huffed up about the title of my blog, it's just another title to one of their songs. Ok kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, fantasy;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoGps7ayyvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SoGps7ayyvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, fantasy;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, fantasy;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Arial;font-size:7.5pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWTWPKW1a94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cWTWPKW1a94&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-781690924154422437?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/781690924154422437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=781690924154422437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/781690924154422437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/781690924154422437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-omeday-you-can-be-as-spiritual-as.html' title='Maybe Someday You Can Be As Spiritual As Me.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8575685446016355042</id><published>2009-08-16T16:14:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:51:57.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Buuuur Lake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I went to Bear Lake last weekend but I didn't post anything about it until now because I was too busy freaking out about..well you know... I don't even want to talk about it anymore. SO ANYWAY- It was freaking cold and it rained almost all day on Saturday and that really sucked. It was 47 degrees. It felt like October. Sunday was better but still cold, but since it wasn't raining we went out on the boat for a couple of hours before we left- so that was nice! My brother Kyle was such a kind soul to stay with the boat even though him and Cazree wanted to leave on Saturday. Cazree is his fiance and they are getting married next Saturday. Woot! Woot! So here are some pics. My dear Scotty didn't tag along- but thats ok, he didn't really miss much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLk6dXilI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ELrTUEb3OjI/s1600-h/P1030641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370696021923301970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLk6dXilI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ELrTUEb3OjI/s320/P1030641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emily, my brother Ryan's fiance is looking so cute in the tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLkTYSW8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/KbTABiqssNU/s1600-h/P1030628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370696011433008066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLkTYSW8I/AAAAAAAAAh0/KbTABiqssNU/s320/P1030628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little baby Kaleb loves to camp, eat and... eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLjd7QYjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sCpJDnn68mA/s1600-h/P1030599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370695997084164658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLjd7QYjI/AAAAAAAAAhs/sCpJDnn68mA/s320/P1030599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just thought it was cool that my popcicle and nails are matchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKN0i-udI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y45BOh6xkyM/s1600-h/P1030634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694525687609810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKN0i-udI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Y45BOh6xkyM/s320/P1030634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad and brothers were able to put lots of tarp up everywhere to help keep us dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKNVuAPNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7x_AwS3xwAY/s1600-h/P1030649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694517412347090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKNVuAPNI/AAAAAAAAAhc/7x_AwS3xwAY/s320/P1030649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this picture is cool because my brother Kyle's tat matches the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKM2_NR6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xrWulp8MlqI/s1600-h/boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694509163005858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKM2_NR6I/AAAAAAAAAhU/xrWulp8MlqI/s320/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on a boat. That's my little brother Wyatt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKMe6NGYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7dH1sbFupNQ/s1600-h/P1030623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694502699571586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKMe6NGYI/AAAAAAAAAhM/7dH1sbFupNQ/s320/P1030623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're riding bikes, he's trying to pose? He was being even more of a picture slut than I was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKLYpajkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8qmxsiY6__Y/s1600-h/P1030612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370694483838668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiKLYpajkI/AAAAAAAAAhE/8qmxsiY6__Y/s320/P1030612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8575685446016355042?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8575685446016355042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8575685446016355042&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8575685446016355042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8575685446016355042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/buuuur-lake.html' title='Buuuur Lake'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoiLk6dXilI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ELrTUEb3OjI/s72-c/P1030641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-565561873451734868</id><published>2009-08-13T10:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T10:55:31.958-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Palate Cleanser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So I'm sure my last post made you itchy and sick. Which, now you know how I have felt for the past few weeks :) To update you, I didn't get called back. I did however take it into my own hands and got a little feisty. My home still won't be sprayed until tomorrow. The good thing though, is that we have not seen even 1 more of those little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aholes&lt;/span&gt; since we got rid of the bed and doused the room in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Clorox&lt;/span&gt;. PS- to Tiffany who lives above me: We totally covered the vent with tape and everything so I hope your apartment stays safe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bad thing is that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting real sick of sleeping on my living room floor. I think I'll go to Ross today find new bedding and stuff- but we still need a new mattress as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway- to ward off the evil spirit from the last blog left, I give you this: Make sure you watch all of it. It gives me a happy feeling :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, fantasy; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4-94JhLEiN0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-565561873451734868?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/565561873451734868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=565561873451734868&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/565561873451734868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/565561873451734868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/palate-cleanser.html' title='Palate Cleanser.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-6806440099446751215</id><published>2009-08-10T23:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:14:08.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to freak out in 3...2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I am going to freak out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't have a bed anymore because of it.&lt;br /&gt;My room is torn apart because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had an allergic reaction because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are sleeping on the living room floor because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So what is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Night,night sleep tight, don't let the.... what the...(profanities)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bedbugs everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368582905061725634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoEJtUtwVcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dcNG4DEF1o8/s200/bed_bugs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where they came from or why they chose to invade us, but it's been a freaking nightmare to deal with. We've been going to bed at about 2-3 lately. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;, but we just aren't tired. So I finally get sleepy and I go sit on the bed just waiting for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; to finish turning off lights and stuff. Then I see it. And another one. And another one. Lift up the pillow, there's one too. Really grossed out by what we find we ended cleaning out our room in the middle of the night. Killing every one we could find and spraying the mattress with Lysol, we thought we were good to go. But we still slept in the living room because we were too freaked out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plus, we googled them. We then knew why we couldn't sleep and why I was breaking out in hives on my arms and legs every few days. So of course they bit me and I had an allergic reaction that looks like a rash. But we read that sometimes being bit by these bugs can release something into your body causing insomnia. So cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So we're effed because today we found more. Left with no choice, we had to get rid of our mattress and box spring today. So we hauled it out to the landfill out by the Copper Mine and never looked back. We're still totally sanitizing our room but so far we haven't seen more and we hope they haven't gotten anywhere else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I called my apt. manager and told her it &lt;strong&gt;has &lt;/strong&gt;to be sprayed. She has to wait for &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;manager to call her back which obviously hasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; because I have heard anything. Here's the deal. If I do not hear back tomorrow I am going to FREAK out. I will call the health dept, whatever I have to do because it is ridiculous that I am expected to just wait around while the rest of these bugs could be making their way into my clothes and other furniture. Not to mention, they could easily spread to other apartments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As of right now, our room is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;condemned&lt;/span&gt;. My cute comforter,shams and decorative pillows? In the dumpster. Gone forever. All of our clothes sit in our office and an orange towel is stuffed under door in an attempt to make sure nothing sneaks out. I seriously feel traumatized. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; paranoid with anything I see on the floor, I constantly feel like something is biting me or crawling on me. It's the worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is way too long but I really need to vent because it's so frustrating when something needs to be done about it ASAP and I keep getting the shaft. Tomorrow. If I don't hear anything by 2pm. It's going to hit the fan. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-6806440099446751215?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/6806440099446751215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=6806440099446751215&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6806440099446751215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/6806440099446751215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-going-to-freak-out-in-32.html' title='I am going to freak out in 3...2...'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SoEJtUtwVcI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dcNG4DEF1o8/s72-c/bed_bugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-2308045198321344890</id><published>2009-08-02T21:23:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:48:38.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeballs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZcFBQIPeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O-UWrNJ-oTc/s1600-h/Normal+Eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365577247363710434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZcFBQIPeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O-UWrNJ-oTc/s320/Normal+Eye.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZbdFCGCZI/AAAAAAAAAgE/x8WfGbpTH2E/s1600-h/Normal+Eye.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZcE_ATQbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Sa9v0HKhzLc/s1600-h/Gemstone+Green+Freshlook.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365577246760452530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZcE_ATQbI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Sa9v0HKhzLc/s320/Gemstone+Green+Freshlook.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; It looks like I have reptile eyes.&lt;/span&gt;  I don't know how I feel about these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(It also made me realize how awful my eyelashes look. I need to switch mascara brands!)&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/373691259709239836-2308045198321344890?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/2308045198321344890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=2308045198321344890&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2308045198321344890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/2308045198321344890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyeballs.html' title='Eyeballs.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SnZcFBQIPeI/AAAAAAAAAgc/O-UWrNJ-oTc/s72-c/Normal+Eye.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3851178487849910014</id><published>2009-07-27T22:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:12:28.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like 10,000 Spoons When All Ya Need Is a Knife.</title><content type='html'>Tonight I had a good workout and was a little hungry afterwards. So then, Scotty and I went to the grocery store. We did this with the intent to avoid the 18 fast food joints on the way there. As we were walking out all healthy-schmelthy from working out, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; guy parked outside stops us and says "You want some doughnuts?" I say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Uhhh&lt;/span&gt;.. WHAT. For free?" he nods and I say hells &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yeeeah&lt;/span&gt;! I then forced him to give me a high five and then I took over 2 dozen circles of delight out of his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it would be really gross, not to mention bad for our bodies to eat all of those, I took a dozen of them to give to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Polynesian&lt;/span&gt; lady parked next to us loading groceries in her trunk. Except when I walked over to her she kind of yelped. It was really funny and I tried not to laugh. Because even though I was all like "Hey that guy gave me a bunch of free doughnuts, you should take these!" she still looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frightened&lt;/span&gt; and just said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;whhhaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Thaaaaanks&lt;/span&gt;?"  Then I hurry and got in my car because I didn't want to scare her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ironic and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also- for  my friends who are American Idol fans, remember Alexis the eccentric American Idol contestant? If not, take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyimcFym6_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qyimcFym6_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the sad part is- she was killed in a hit and run accident today. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;. FYI- even though shes totally crazy in this clip, she was really polite when she auditioned this last season it was funny to see. Anyway, RIP Alexis Cohen! Thanks for making me laugh really hard :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3851178487849910014?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3851178487849910014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3851178487849910014&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3851178487849910014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3851178487849910014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-like-10000-spoons-when-all-ya-need.html' title='It&apos;s Like 10,000 Spoons When All Ya Need Is a Knife.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3074526175279420915</id><published>2009-07-23T00:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T00:28:15.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogshmogdawghoglog.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know what to blog about, but I know I want to. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paaaaaauuuse....Thinking........Um.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. I donated plasma yesterday because my friend told me about this place at The U that will give you $80 your first week. So I was all like yeeeah! Easy cheesy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not easy cheesy. It hurt really bad and I have this new anxiety with needles ever since I was in the ICU. I was there fooorever and I did not like it. But I like making $40 in 1 hour while I stare at celebrity magazines, so I'll probably donate again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I'm serious you guys. I feel like crap and I'm sick like every other day. It's pathetic. Know why I get sick? Probably because I'm a lazy azzzzzz lately. SO I'm gonna work it out and lose weight. For realio. I'll let you know how it goes if I REALLY get lighter or something ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, Katie (pretty much the only person that lets me hang out with her down here) is in Hawaii. So I am booored! She needs to come back. And I only did like half of the things on my to-do list. And that's ok. I was feeling very optimistic that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I have a picture that I stole from my Mother-In-Laws Facebook. See the girl in the polka dot swim suit? Her name is Taysom. Cute huh? I think it is anyway. Ok peace!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361537870852319554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SmgCSXH06UI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R0VYk8kQ3o4/s320/tubing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3074526175279420915?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3074526175279420915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3074526175279420915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3074526175279420915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3074526175279420915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/blogshmogdawghoglog.html' title='Blogshmogdawghoglog.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z9zTbcTARv8/SmgCSXH06UI/AAAAAAAAAf8/R0VYk8kQ3o4/s72-c/tubing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-3946175026757450660</id><published>2009-07-19T18:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:35:06.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubing Accident. Owie.</title><content type='html'>Man I'm really bugged. I cannot get my stupid card reader to read my card, so I can put some pictures on here! Sorry, you'll just have to do without.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I am currently suffering from what feels like a shattered lower back. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Here's&lt;/span&gt; how:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Scotty's family reunion yesterday. There was a river. So we got in a tube and floated it. The first time I went, I had Katie, Scotty's 8 year old sister with me in one tube and I was holding onto a 6 year old in another tube. You're already cringing, I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But calm down, everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. A rock sticking out of the water drove into my back pretty hard and it hurts so bad today! So take that, times female pain of a different sort=Not such a relaxing Sabbath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunter, the one that is 6, even made me let go and he did fine on his own. Well until we went down the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time and he flipped over and I saved him in the little rapids while other family members watched from the bridge. It wasn't a huge deal. It's not like it was 10 ft deep and the waters were raging. The sad thing however, is that when I was jumped off my tube to grab him, I lost my bracelet my parents gave me for Valentine's Day. It was my favorite and I am sad it is gone. I was dumb for wearing it in the first place. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly have more to blog about but I will separate them so you don't get bored. I'm gonna go lay in bed and whine at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; that my back hurts now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; kidding, he's been doing a good job of making me food and fetching Tylenol for me. Such a good lubber :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I want to go tubing again this week again anyway. Who's down to clown?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-3946175026757450660?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/3946175026757450660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=3946175026757450660&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3946175026757450660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/3946175026757450660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/tubing-accident-owie.html' title='Tubing Accident. Owie.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-1741906900263782144</id><published>2009-07-12T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T23:23:10.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Things to do this week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Get rid of the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lots of our clothes so they will actually fit in our closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ugly blue recliner in my computer room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Recycle old TV and 2 broken computer towers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Put bookshelf together. We got it right after we go married. Yup, Its been sitting in a box for like 3 years. Sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Finish my little wall craft I'm making (pictures will soon to follow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Get prints of our new pictures &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Work on my online Travel class that I have been ignoring for about a month now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Bills :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Workout. I have my Hip Hop Abs again so I'm feeling pretty optimistic! Haha... it's so funny to do. I need Laura with me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know you really care about my to do list. I'm glad I wrote it on here because now I am motivated to do all of those things this week. Maybe this is weird but I want to take a dance class or something down here for fun. Maybe even just a fitness class like kickboxing would be cool. Anyone wanna play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-1741906900263782144?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/1741906900263782144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=1741906900263782144&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1741906900263782144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/1741906900263782144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-do-list.html' title='To Do List'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8874513040301525302</id><published>2009-07-07T22:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:52:45.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're right, I don't care. Now leave.</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting real sick of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; solicitors knocking at my door. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Particularly&lt;/span&gt; the ones who want to sell me magazine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;subscriptions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last fall while sweeping my porch some guy approached me and just struck up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conversation&lt;/span&gt; asking me about my interests. Then he blabbed on about his life goals of going into Sports Medicine and mentoring children blah blah blah. "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Coincidentally&lt;/span&gt;" he had a brace on his leg from a "sports" injury. Then he was like hey you like sports. I bet your husband does too! Buy a bunch of useless magazines &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;subscriptions&lt;/span&gt; from me blah blah blah... so of course I was like "Yeah..um, I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested. I'm already subscribed to my favorite magazines. Thanks though" and then the punk was just all like "You're not sorry, you just don't care!" so then I told him he's right, I don't give a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shee&lt;/span&gt;- get off my porch. Then I ran inside for protection and made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; sit outside with me while I finished cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this afternoon, while my friend Katie was coloring my hair, there was a knock. I had a bunch of stuff in my hair, plus I was still in my swimming suit from earlier so I made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; get it and we hid in the bathroom. This is what I hear from the bathroom: "Hey man, I'm working towards going to college. At um.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; actually (I'm sure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where he saw Scotty's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BYU hat&lt;/span&gt;) then the other kid with him said "Yeah and I'm going to Penn State!" So blah blah blah they fed him a bunch of bull and my smart husband was good enough to politely tell them he's gonna pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just confused as to why some kid, smart enough to get into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; or Penn State, would think that selling a few magazine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;subscriptions&lt;/span&gt; a day is going to put them through college. I've had like 3 run-ins with these guys are they are pretty good about giving you a guilt trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I googled it, did a little research, and it's a scam. I'm sure by now you're thinking "Nice work Sherlock! It was pretty obvious." But I just wanted to write something about it because it just boggles my mind how these scam artists sleep at night. I'm sure they are told a bunch of ways to justify it but still, no one is that dumb to think they are really going to earn enough money to pay for school or whatever little story they make up. So you either give these kids cash or check and you will get your "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;subscriptions&lt;/span&gt;" in a few weeks. No one ever does. In fact, these sales people are usually young adults crammed into a van, going state to state each summer, walking around all day just to give most of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; earnings to a crew manager, leaving them with about $20. They then return to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; crowded hotel room where the drugs are abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends. Just watch out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;? That will be all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8874513040301525302?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8874513040301525302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8874513040301525302&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8874513040301525302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8874513040301525302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-right-i-dont-care-now-leave.html' title='You&apos;re right, I don&apos;t care. Now leave.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-378117194168607507</id><published>2009-07-02T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:07:10.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oh man...this is great. This new show on MTV is the best. Each episode there is a new team of guys that have to do certain activities in a library, but they have to be quiet. If they are too loud they lose. Just watch. It will make you laugh. And if it doesn't, you have no soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GE2SfDWOK8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GE2SfDWOK8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-378117194168607507?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/378117194168607507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=378117194168607507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/378117194168607507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/378117194168607507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-library.html' title='Silent Library'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-8854401675921880938</id><published>2009-06-30T23:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T00:06:24.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Meeeelting! Melting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baaaaahhhhh&lt;/span&gt; I am freaking going to die of heat. We have no AC in this freaking apartment! I mean its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bearable&lt;/span&gt;, but it's still like 80 degrees in here! I didn't think it would be too bad since we live on the lower level of a 4-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plex&lt;/span&gt; and we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by shade all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little fan just isn't cutting it. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;.. yeah if anyone just happens to have a swamp cooler laying around that we could steal for the summer that would rock. My feet are so hot and that bugs me most of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I chose to live somewhere with no AC. I was just being a cheap-o.  I guess because I didn't want to pay $75 more to have AC on the top level. I'm dumb like that. In addition to that I don't want to pay $250 for a swamp cooler when we are moving anyway. But not until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; probably. I think we'll renew for 6 months so we can decide what to do. I just don't feel like packing up all our crap right now. Plus, I look everyday but there just aren't any apartments that I'm interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might buy something. It depends. We're going to look into it- but I don't know if I'm quite ready to do that. Plus a tiny little house in Ogden costs like $90k. The same thing here costs about $175k. Bull &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; one thing that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; miss about living up there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm gonna go fall asleep in the sauna now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-8854401675921880938?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/8854401675921880938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=8854401675921880938&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8854401675921880938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/8854401675921880938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-meeeelting-melting.html' title='I&apos;m Meeeelting! Melting!!'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-373691259709239836.post-4189438241211220238</id><published>2009-06-25T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:00:07.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In addition to my ugly baby.</title><content type='html'>So that baby was a little scary eh? I think it looks like a little drag queen baby and he (yes it was suppose to be  he) has over plucked eye brows, and does it look like he has braces on to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, why would an infant child even have teeth? I was looking at my friend Tiara's and her baby has like full out adult buck teeth. Its weird. Also- the child is black but then kinda has a white nose with freckles. Did I mention that I selected the "Complexion Detection" option? It claims to be right 90% of the time when determining what color your baby is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought something like that would carry a little more credibility. Oh wait- no I didn't.  I knew it would look like a clown baby. And that is the dumbest site ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you know this- but Michael Jackson is dead and that is sad. Farrah and Ed too. Rough week for Hollywood. I love Michael! His looks frighten me, but he is freaking amazing and we all know that. R.I.P Kind of Pop!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/373691259709239836-4189438241211220238?l=reallybyholly.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/feeds/4189438241211220238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=373691259709239836&amp;postID=4189438241211220238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4189438241211220238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/373691259709239836/posts/default/4189438241211220238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallybyholly.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-addition-to-my-ugly-baby.html' title='In addition to my ugly baby.'/><author><name>Holly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06323185988417538319</uri><email>Holly.Taysom@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09337246429756302272'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry></feed>