<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128</id><updated>2011-08-03T10:33:53.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwest Monoblogs</title><subtitle type='html'>My place for my daily ramblings, complaining, or just talking nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>342</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1061631102325901953</id><published>2009-06-01T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:01:04.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrities????</title><summary type='text'>I was really trying not to do this but I just can't keep it in anymore.  I am watching "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here and I can't take it.  First of all they are using the term celebrity very loosely.  I am pretty up on current pop culture and I have never heard of half of these people.  And since when did being married to an impeached politician make you a celebrity?  And Sanjaya?  Come on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1061631102325901953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1061631102325901953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1061631102325901953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1061631102325901953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/06/celebrities.html' title='Celebrities????'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1076566715529262667</id><published>2009-05-28T21:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:11:45.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><summary type='text'>Today is the day after my Grandma's funeral and it feels sadder than yesterday did.  The last memory I have is watching my Grandma being buried and that's what I keep replaying in my head.  I woke up this morning and got up and ate breakfast and then went back to bed.  I woke up again at 1:00 and got up and showered.  I was up for about two hours and then I went and laid in bed and just watched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1076566715529262667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1076566715529262667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1076566715529262667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1076566715529262667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-7103151165597166483</id><published>2009-05-27T21:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:44:16.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><summary type='text'>My Grandmother passed away Friday May 22.  She was 98 years old.  Over the last year she had started to deteriorate so her passing was a blessing.  She wasn't the same person, she was in a nursing home and her body was giving out on her.  Her mind on the other hand seemed like it wanted to keep going.  My Dad would go see her every day, even if he could only stay for 10 minutes, and every day she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7103151165597166483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=7103151165597166483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7103151165597166483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7103151165597166483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/05/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-3451115945744981891</id><published>2009-04-03T21:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:11:18.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed...Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>It's almost 10:00 on a Friday night.  I am thirty years old and married, so I should be home.  The girls that live upstairs on the other hand, SHOULD REALLY GO OUT MORE!!!!!!!!  We live in a condo, there are five other condos in this building.  Ours is the only 1 bedroom, the rest are two bedroom.  I live on the first floor....my name is NOT Luca.  Anyway, Todd had this place before we met.  So I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3451115945744981891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=3451115945744981891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/3451115945744981891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/3451115945744981891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyedpart-deux.html' title='Annoyed...Part Deux'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-978313268676861470</id><published>2009-04-01T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:53:00.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed!</title><summary type='text'>Here is another don't....Don't act like a jackass, especially at work.I love my job.  I like what I do, and I like MOST of the people I work with, at least I can tolerate most of the people I work with.  I have made a lot of friends at work and still talk to some of them that I haven't worked with in 5 years.  I tend to trust people until they give me a reason not to.  Our department is split up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/978313268676861470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=978313268676861470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/978313268676861470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/978313268676861470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/04/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-19961770659183061</id><published>2009-03-29T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:49:28.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality TV</title><summary type='text'>I am reading Jen Lancaster's book Bright Lights, Big Ass and there is a chapter where she talks about the t.v. she watches and it got me thinking about what I watch.  So out of curiosity I want to see a list of the shows I watch.  I know it's mostly reality t.v.  So let's see.  1.  Dancing with the Stars2.  The Hills3.  Jon &amp; Kate Plus 84.  The City5.  Intervention6.  How I Met Your Mother...Love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/19961770659183061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=19961770659183061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/19961770659183061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/19961770659183061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/reality-tv.html' title='Reality TV'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5274784866973794488</id><published>2009-03-28T21:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:37:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't</title><summary type='text'>So I think I will change the format of my blog.  Not that it really follows any specific format, but it's possibly going to now.  But I do have ADD when it comes to consistency on this.  But I told my husband I wanted to write a book and it was just going to be called "Don't" and it would list all the things that people shouldn't do.  And most of it would be common sense things like, "Don't drive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5274784866973794488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5274784866973794488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5274784866973794488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5274784866973794488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont.html' title='Don&apos;t'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6805878115805485029</id><published>2009-02-25T22:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:38:30.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a Long Time</title><summary type='text'>I am surprised I remembered my password to get into this thing.  It's been almost a year since I have blogged...I guess Facebook took over.  But I have been reading other blogs and I decided I wanted to keep blogging, even if no one reads it.  Maybe some day my children will come out here and read it.  But I have to wonder, how does one create a following of their blog?  I guess the first thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6805878115805485029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6805878115805485029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6805878115805485029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6805878115805485029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been a Long Time'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-2076770726832634129</id><published>2008-05-09T22:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:32:04.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May=Busy</title><summary type='text'>Todd and I have so much going on this month it's crazy!  Tomorrow we have a wedding in Ottawa.  Sunday we have to go to Rockford for Mother's Day which I am not happy about, but whatever.  Then next weekend we are going to Door County with Todd's parents.  And then we have a weekend off, and then the next weekend we have another wedding and a graduation party.  And of course, gas is like $3.89 a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2076770726832634129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=2076770726832634129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2076770726832634129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2076770726832634129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/05/maybusy.html' title='May=Busy'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5864512261229354324</id><published>2008-04-13T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:45:00.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am not sure why I feel like writing right now.  I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore.  But it makes me feel better to write.  I hate that I only blog when I am frustrated, then I just sound negative.  I don't want to be that person.  Actually, now that I am almost 30, I want to be a completely different person.  It's so weird how getting older changes the way you think about things.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5864512261229354324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5864512261229354324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5864512261229354324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5864512261229354324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-not-sure-why-i-feel-like-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6067536246588292790</id><published>2008-04-11T12:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:56:14.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am sitting at work, bored out of my freakin mind, listening to the chick across from me talk about her daughter.  I am not a mom, but I hate when people call their 4 year old kid "the baby".  She calls her fiance and says, "Are you picking up the baby or am I?"  She has a name.  Use it!  She is also getting married in October to a bigger baby than her 4 year old.  She calls him every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6067536246588292790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6067536246588292790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6067536246588292790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6067536246588292790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-i-am-sitting-at-work-bored-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1003417072625854678</id><published>2008-02-19T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:45:20.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$#@%#@$#%</title><summary type='text'>I was driving to work this morning listening to the radio and they were talking about the NIU shootings.  The Westboro Baptist Church, who I blogged about a few weeks ago, is planning on picketing at the funerals of the victims.  I was so angry driving to work this morning.  I just can't wrap my brain around what these people are thinking.  This church is claiming that God sent this shooter, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003417072625854678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1003417072625854678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1003417072625854678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1003417072625854678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='$#@%#@$#%'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-2527682900460611077</id><published>2008-02-18T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T22:01:03.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a segment on the news this morning about this website and I had to share.  It's www.grocerygame.com.  You put your zip code in and they match up grocery ads with coupons so you can save more at the grocery store.  They also have coupons that you can print out.  There is a monthly fee but if it works it would pay for itself.  You can try it first for a $1 for 1 month.  If you decide to use </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2527682900460611077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=2527682900460611077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2527682900460611077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2527682900460611077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-saw-segment-on-news-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1481913846431845905</id><published>2008-02-15T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:25:13.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Going to Sound Crazy but......</title><summary type='text'>I am sometimes worried about going to work because I fear the same thing that had been happening in all these schools and malls could happen in my office.  Everybody says the same thing after the fact.  "He seemed so normal."  "He was such a good student."  "He seemed so well adjusted."  Blah blah.  No one ever saw it coming, yet it just keeps coming.  Maybe we see it coming, we just don't know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1481913846431845905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1481913846431845905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1481913846431845905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1481913846431845905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-is-going-to-sound-crazy-but.html' title='This is Going to Sound Crazy but......'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-931428986020313892</id><published>2008-01-25T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:26:53.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Un"FREAKIN"believable!!</title><summary type='text'>I heard on the radio that this crazy Revered Phelps and his church, which consists mostly of his family, are planning to picket Heath Ledger's funeral.  So I have some thoughts on this.  First of all, I hope these people get what's coming to them.  This all intrigued me so I wanted to find out what these people were thinking.  I found their website, which is unbelievable.  The web address is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/931428986020313892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=931428986020313892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/931428986020313892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/931428986020313892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/01/unfreakinbelievable.html' title='Un&quot;FREAKIN&quot;believable!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-4583379513988575777</id><published>2008-01-08T08:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:33:11.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz......</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I am sitting at work.  I have been here less than an hour and I am already bored out of my mind.  I am so frustrated with this job.  I got promoted in July.  It is now January 8th and I have not had any training whatsoever!  So now I am sitting here with absolutely nothing to do.  I sat here the week before Christmas with nothing to do, and the week after New Years.  I can't do it anymore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4583379513988575777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=4583379513988575777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4583379513988575777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4583379513988575777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2008/01/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz......'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6888071120992698146</id><published>2007-12-15T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:40:24.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe Christmas is almost here.  I say that every year, but it seems as though each year is going by faster.  But it seems as each year goes by, I seem to get more bitter about the world.  I want to be out and about during this time of the year because Christmas is supposed to be a joyous time, and then when I do get out, I am so irritated by people I can't take it.  It seems most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6888071120992698146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6888071120992698146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6888071120992698146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6888071120992698146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5539091044195949609</id><published>2007-11-24T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:41:07.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it's been a while since I have blogged.  I hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving....Todd and I did not.  Let me tell you about it.Thursday:  We met Todd's parents for breakfast.  We already had our stuff packed for the weekend when we found out we needed to dress up for the party we were supposed to go to Friday night.  So we had to drive back home to get more clothes. Todd and I were not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5539091044195949609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5539091044195949609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5539091044195949609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5539091044195949609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow-its-been-while-since-i-have-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1488539844175764293</id><published>2007-10-05T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:18:23.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the....???</title><summary type='text'>So as you know the Cubs are in the playoffs, and I am sure you all know about the curse with the billygoat, and all that good stuff.  So some dude, who claims to be a die hard fan of the Cubs, went to a butcher and bought a skinned goat and hung it on the statue of Harry Carey at Wrigley Field.  And he ate the heart and the liver of the goat, and he claims this is to break the curse.  Apparently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1488539844175764293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1488539844175764293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1488539844175764293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1488539844175764293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/10/what.html' title='What the....???'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-3308222732334151270</id><published>2007-08-26T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:17:55.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now I am kind of in a low point of life.  I am not entirely happy at my job, which is really taking a toll on the rest of my life.  I got a promotion more than a month ago, and I am still doing both jobs, the new job and the old job.  My manager is the same age as me, and not exactly a great manager, and all this makes it very hard for me to respect him.  Whenever I try to tell him what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/3308222732334151270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=3308222732334151270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/3308222732334151270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/3308222732334151270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/right-now-i-am-kind-of-in-low-point-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-2340786263798068778</id><published>2007-08-17T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T22:08:12.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Inside A Woman's Head</title><summary type='text'>In the morning on the way to work I listen to 103.5 and they play these "One Minute" clips.  I am relating to the one I heard this morning.  It goes like this.  Ugh, I'm exhausted, why don't I just get up and go to bed....I'm too tired to get up.  What is this movie I am watching?  It's awful, but I have to see what happens.  Why do I care what happens in a crappy movie?  It's not like it's going</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/2340786263798068778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=2340786263798068778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2340786263798068778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/2340786263798068778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/one-minute-inside-womans-head.html' title='One Minute Inside A Woman&apos;s Head'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6379838442986714392</id><published>2007-08-16T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:22:22.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Robin</title><summary type='text'>So I am obsessed with going to Red Robin.  Last Saturday Todd and I were going to go to IHOP for the strawberry dealy they have going on there.  Well Todd has no patience to wait for a table.  He says no food is worth standing in line for.  So we ended up going to Denny's.  I was disappointed and for some reason I have been wanting to try Red Robin.  Plus I was PMSing and craving a really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6379838442986714392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6379838442986714392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6379838442986714392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6379838442986714392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-robin.html' title='Red Robin'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5853416339766213348</id><published>2007-08-14T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T12:19:47.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the Only One???</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else have a friend that has just done everything and knows everything there is to know about anything???  I have a friend like this at work, and I have about had it with her.  Let me just give you a few examples of the everything she knows.1.)  "Caucasians" are the only people who treat their pets like a member of the family, everyone else won't let their pets step foot in their house</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5853416339766213348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5853416339766213348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5853416339766213348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5853416339766213348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/am-i-only-one.html' title='Am I the Only One???'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-7162134152675852785</id><published>2007-08-09T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:31:58.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am looking for recipes online.  Todd and I are so sick of eating the same old things.  We always have hamburgers, steaks, potatoes, rice...basic stuff.  I have been wanting to make chili, but because it's been so freakin hot lately, chili kind of seems silly.  haha silly chili.  Ok, I am so tired I am slap happy.  I don't even know why I am blogging.  I was bored looking up recipes.  I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7162134152675852785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=7162134152675852785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7162134152675852785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7162134152675852785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-looking-for-recipes-online.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-640308423048221142</id><published>2007-08-03T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:46:20.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 29</title><summary type='text'>Since I am now 29 years of age, I thought I would take it in stride with some positives.  29 THINGS I LOVE 1.   My husband 2.   My family 3.   My friends 4.   Thunderstorms 5.   Reality T.V. 6.   Shopping 7.   Sleeping in 8.   US Weekly 9.   Glamour10.  Chocolate11.  Online shopping(different than regular shopping)12.  Cancun13.  Giordano's pizza14.  Grey's Anatomy15.  Sex and the City16.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/640308423048221142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=640308423048221142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/640308423048221142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/640308423048221142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/08/big-29.html' title='The Big 29'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-8461604766850249335</id><published>2007-07-27T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:32:57.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>In this day and age you would think people could have learned to think before they speak.  I am guilty of saying stupid things, but I draw the line at race.  As I have grown and moved to bigger towns I realize people have sterotypes about every single race out there.  This morning I was standing at my friend Mistie's desk.  It was about 7:30 so the office wasn't full yet.  There is this woman I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8461604766850249335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=8461604766850249335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8461604766850249335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8461604766850249335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/07/stupid-people.html' title='Stupid People!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-7902260587575240587</id><published>2007-07-22T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:34:30.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock of Love Review</title><summary type='text'>Another week of Rock of Love and a head full of opinions.  Tonight I felt somewhat embarrassed for these girls who i do not even know.  I mean the whole phone sex thing?  Come on!  I really could have done without hearing that.  But I was more embarrassed for the girls who didn't know what to say.  Although I can't say I could have done any better.  I mean phone sex??  And then the recording </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7902260587575240587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=7902260587575240587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7902260587575240587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7902260587575240587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/07/rock-of-love-review.html' title='Rock of Love Review'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5309359781518853634</id><published>2007-07-19T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T22:22:08.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic or Naive??</title><summary type='text'>Should married women have a "secret bank account" just in case their husbands decide to pick up and leave one day?  Today at lunch I was part of this very conversation.  My friend, who shall remain nameless, has been married for less than two months.  She told us today that she has an account in her name only should something happen and she is suddenly on her own. I sat there and just listened </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5309359781518853634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5309359781518853634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5309359781518853634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5309359781518853634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/07/romantic-or-naive.html' title='Romantic or Naive??'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6068900155898228908</id><published>2007-07-16T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:25:54.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reality Review</title><summary type='text'>The summer reality lineup is so great this season.  I am so excited.  First up is Rock of Love with Bret Michaels.  The white trash is abundant.  Twenty one drunk, half dressed, middle aged (or so most of them looked), plastic women desperately trying to get the attention of Poison's Bret Michaels.  One woman got so drunk they had to put subtitles on the screen so we could understand what she was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6068900155898228908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6068900155898228908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6068900155898228908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6068900155898228908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-reality-review.html' title='Summer Reality Review'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-7944596402927252294</id><published>2007-07-13T20:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T20:34:20.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I got my promotion.  I am now a pricing analyst.  I found out on Monday that I got the job.  So I am pretty excited.  And I didn't even have to interview for it.  That was a plus.  That's really about all I have that's exciting.They are doing construction on both routes I can take home.  It's so frustrating.  Tuesday it took me two hours to get home.  I was pissed!  So I tried a different </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7944596402927252294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=7944596402927252294' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7944596402927252294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7944596402927252294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-i-got-my-promotion.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-4407156249606070965</id><published>2007-06-28T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:37:28.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>I have 15 minutes left at work but this when I usually stop working, if not earlier.  I am annoyed because I have had to hear people yip yapping all day.  And I can't stand their voices, or their laughs.  I am about to lunge over the wall and grab them by the neck.  I have a lot of anger today.  I am frustrated with my job.  I applied for an analyst position, and I followed up last week.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4407156249606070965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=4407156249606070965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4407156249606070965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4407156249606070965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/06/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-7343294189887216892</id><published>2007-06-24T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T22:27:23.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Tan</title><summary type='text'>Is this show for real??  I was watching it and there was a very pregnant woman trying to tan in a bed.  Are you kidding me?  I don't think doctors recommend pregnant women go tanning.  And she wanted to be tan for childbirth.  How vain can you be??  I was a little disturbed by this.  No matter how many times I see the same episodes of Sex and the City, I still can't get enough.  I am hoping the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/7343294189887216892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=7343294189887216892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7343294189887216892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/7343294189887216892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunset-tan.html' title='Sunset Tan'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-836579640920668759</id><published>2007-06-21T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T03:21:19.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbia!!!</title><summary type='text'>They play some disturbing things on tv in the middle of the night.  I am awake again for some reason, and I can't go back to sleep.  I am going to be a peach tomorrow.  But anyway, I always turn it to Animal Planet because they never play infomercials.  They are playing one of those Planet Earth shows....I just caught the end of it, the most disturbing part.  I won't go into details, but it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/836579640920668759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=836579640920668759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/836579640920668759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/836579640920668759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/06/disturbia.html' title='Disturbia!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-8168994508336296375</id><published>2007-06-14T04:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T04:36:22.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep.  It's 4 a.m.  The only thing on tv is Animal Precint on Animal Planet.  I don't even know why it watch it.  It makes me want to cry.  I can not understand how people can be so cruel to animals.  And why do they get pets if they have no intention of taking care of them?  I am glad they arrest them...but I think they should actually do time, most of them don't.  They just have their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8168994508336296375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=8168994508336296375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8168994508336296375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8168994508336296375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/06/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-157651364218639810</id><published>2007-06-09T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:27:09.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Steps</title><summary type='text'>Well we finally took the steps to sell the condo.  We have finally had enough of living here.....so while Todd was off last week he called a realtor to come out and let us know what we could do to help sell faster.  The realtor said we didn't need to get new carpet.  Todd and I thought the carpet definitely needed to go, but she said a good cleaning should be fine, and some fresh paint.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/157651364218639810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=157651364218639810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/157651364218639810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/157651364218639810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/06/big-steps.html' title='Big Steps'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1635560806747554733</id><published>2007-05-28T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:49:30.055-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend flew by....I took an extra day off, just because I needed it.  And it was nice.  Saturday Todd and I just lounged around....It was raining anyway.  Sunday we cleaned and did laundry.....but the dryer wasn't working, so we had to take about 3 loads of wet laundry to the laundry mat.  This was my first time in one, and there was a sign that said you couldn't just dry your stuff.....I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1635560806747554733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1635560806747554733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1635560806747554733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1635560806747554733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-flew-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-4716672710274563453</id><published>2007-05-24T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T22:51:08.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I applied for an analyst position today.....   I was talking to Todd tonight and I told him that I felt stuck in a "job" rut.  I am in my 10th year at the same company....I think that is good and bad.  Good because it shows I have staying power, that I can stick it out for the long haul, but bad because I have been at the same company for my entire working life.  I did make a lot of great </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/4716672710274563453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=4716672710274563453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4716672710274563453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/4716672710274563453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-i-applied-for-analyst-position.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6830020005471291245</id><published>2007-05-20T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:56:02.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Ball</title><summary type='text'>I am a huge stress ball right now.  My job is really starting to take it's toll on me.  They are doing ANOTHER re-org, and basically my job is being eliminated, but I will still have a job.  I am not happy about what they want me to do, so I am going to apply for an analyst job, learn everything I can learn, and then get out.  They are totally screwing up our department.  And I am not going to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6830020005471291245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6830020005471291245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6830020005471291245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6830020005471291245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/05/stress-ball.html' title='Stress Ball'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6459513745728411299</id><published>2007-04-21T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T20:18:30.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this week has been kind of weird.  I don't know if I am just PMSing really bad or what.  So I stayed home Monday as I mentioned in my previous blog.  I thought that what was I needed to recoup.....  But then I saw the news and the whole Virginia Tech thing, and it's just disappointing to me.  I just can't understand these people who are just jealous or depressed or whatever he was.  I mean I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6459513745728411299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6459513745728411299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6459513745728411299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6459513745728411299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-this-week-has-been-kind-of-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-1003432821027636364</id><published>2007-04-16T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T00:45:20.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Hookey</title><summary type='text'>I am not going to work tomorrow.  I decided I needed a day off, so I feel to make it worthwhile I need to stay up late and sleep in late tomorrow.  I just really need a day off....I am taking a half day in May with some friends from work.  We are taking a "Ferris Day".  We are taking the train into the city and just bumming around for the afternoon.  I can't wait.  I will take pictures to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1003432821027636364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=1003432821027636364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1003432821027636364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/1003432821027636364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/04/playing-hookey.html' title='Playing Hookey'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-899210400230332234</id><published>2007-04-03T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T23:10:11.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Dumb!</title><summary type='text'>Well I just typed a whole post and then the internet shut down stating it was due to "inactivity"...Hello!  I have been typing this whole time!Anyway....I was blogging about all the dumb things I have been doing lately.  It all started last Thursday...I was sending an email to my friends about how rude I thought a certain ex-friend was being to another co worker, and I totally put her on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/899210400230332234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=899210400230332234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/899210400230332234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/899210400230332234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-dumb.html' title='So Dumb!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-5568374652776863307</id><published>2007-03-31T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T08:14:06.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=0EZNmzRw2asXIA&amp;notag=1i finally got my pictures uploaded to shutterfly.  Go check them out.  I hope this link works!!!  I put bachelorette party, rehearsal, and the reception.We saw our video too!  It's so cool...Todd and I both teared up watching it again.  And it was cool to see all the things going on that I had no idea were going on.Well that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/5568374652776863307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=5568374652776863307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5568374652776863307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/5568374652776863307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/03/httpshare.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-8585757836236779213</id><published>2007-03-14T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T16:41:58.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><summary type='text'>I was at my parent's house this weekend, and I pulled this shoebox out of my old closet.  It was full of cards and letters, invitations to weddings and graduation parties.  It was funny to read some of them and try to figure out what they were talking about.  One letter asked if I was back together with Ben...but a lot of letters said that.  I had letters from Scott when he was in Bosnia.  I even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/8585757836236779213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=8585757836236779213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8585757836236779213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/8585757836236779213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-6200936692847449849</id><published>2007-02-26T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T16:44:19.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I promised Amy pictures like 3 months ago.  So I will finally post them here.  I took today off work because I was planning on going home this past weekend. I didn't make it home, but I kepy my day off.  I went and got my hair cut and colored.  She even colored my eyebrows because basically they were non-existent.  I am sitting at Panera right now because the internet doesn't work anymore.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/6200936692847449849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=6200936692847449849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6200936692847449849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/6200936692847449849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-i-promised-amy-pictures-like-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-117103235598028283</id><published>2007-02-09T08:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:45:55.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kelli Duvall had her baby yesterday.  A girl, Taylor Elizabeth.  I haven't actually talked to her yet...so that's all the details I have.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/117103235598028283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=117103235598028283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/117103235598028283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/117103235598028283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/02/kelli-duvall-had-her-baby-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-117052707725572836</id><published>2007-02-03T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T12:24:37.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I am sitting at work...again on a Saturday and I just don't want to do anything...and I am trying to figure out a way to get all these people out of here so I can leave.  I am going to go home, eat a hotdog, and go back to bed.  I hate working on Saturday, but see our department sucks and everyone that was good at their jobs has left and gone on to better jobs.  Now we have all these new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/117052707725572836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=117052707725572836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/117052707725572836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/117052707725572836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-i-am-sitting-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-116950940607164486</id><published>2007-01-22T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:47:41.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bears Win!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Todd and I were so excited!!!  Todd was running around screaming.  And I am glad the Colts are going to the Superbowl also, although they are not going to win.....And I have to say that I love Thomas Jones.  I wore his jersey to work on Friday, that's why he had such a good game.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/116950940607164486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=116950940607164486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116950940607164486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116950940607164486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/01/bears-win.html' title='Bears Win!!!!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-116802027388119269</id><published>2007-01-05T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T12:12:04.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for you Kathy!!</title><summary type='text'>When I was home last, a certain person was harassing me for not blogging.  So here I am.  I am at work, and it is hot as hell in here today.  This building sucks, they can never regulate the temperature.  But it's an old building.  Work sucks, so I think I am going to start looking for a new job.  It's just hard because I have gotten so comfortable here.  I just can't take some of these people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/116802027388119269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=116802027388119269' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116802027388119269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116802027388119269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-for-you-kathy.html' title='This is for you Kathy!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-116311008421370270</id><published>2006-11-09T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:08:04.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Wife</title><summary type='text'>Well the wedding went off without a hitch.  It was a great day...the weather could have been better, but nothing I can do about that.  Everything went as planned, the ceremony was great, although the priest scared me a little bit at first.  I wasn't sure what he was talking about, and I was having trouble hearing him.  Shelly's solo was awesome, but I didn't have any worries about that.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/116311008421370270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=116311008421370270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116311008421370270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/116311008421370270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-wife.html' title='I&apos;m a Wife'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115941482918533286</id><published>2006-09-27T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:03:35.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridezilla</title><summary type='text'>Ok, please tell me if I could be considered a "bridezilla".So my friends from work were planning a bachelorette party for me.  Our first plan was to go to the city and get a hotel and go out.  Then we all decided that it could get pretty pricey doing that, so we decided to go out in the burbs, and crash at my friend Angela's house.  My friend Katie who just moved back to Ohio, was going to come </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115941482918533286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115941482918533286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115941482918533286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115941482918533286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/09/bridezilla.html' title='Bridezilla'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115915842056655377</id><published>2006-09-24T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:27:00.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have any of you seen the Volkswagon commercials?  The one's where two people are in the car just talking and minding their own business, and bam they get slammed by another car.  They are the worst commercials...it's like really seeing an accident, or really being in an accident.  I hate them, just thought I would share.I just realized today I have a lot to do for the wedding still.  So of course</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115915842056655377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115915842056655377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115915842056655377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115915842056655377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/09/have-any-of-you-seen-volkswagon.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115880591874693678</id><published>2006-09-20T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:31:58.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This season of Laguna Beach is like the white trash version.  But yet I am still watching it.  America's Next Top Model was good.  Todd saw the end of it, and he was like "none of them are good looking".  I know it's hard to think other girls are pretty when he has me....haha!  Just kidding.So my job is absolutely killing me the last few weeks.  We have four admins in our department, and 3 of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115880591874693678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115880591874693678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115880591874693678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115880591874693678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-season-of-laguna-beach-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115836008839256428</id><published>2006-09-15T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:41:28.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Star Supernova</title><summary type='text'>I was so disappointed that they picked Lukas!!!!  They sent Magni and Toby home  first.  Stoopd!!!  I will not buy their record now!  I even voted for Magni like 50 times.  And Todd voted for him too!  Whatever!I sent out all my invitations!  I am excited now to see who RSVPs.  I just hope I don't get too many NOs.  My heart sinks a little when I get a "Regretfully Decline".  But I know it's not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115836008839256428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115836008839256428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115836008839256428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115836008839256428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/09/rock-star-supernova.html' title='Rock Star Supernova'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115759643497377544</id><published>2006-09-06T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T21:33:54.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so excited!!  This past weekend I got most of my invitations written out.  All except for the ones I don't have addresses for of course.  I got my flowers all taken care of, and we met with the DJ.  The DJ really surprised me, he didn't look like what I thought he would, and I think he lives in his parents' basement.  We went into his house and down to the basement, on some janky couch.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115759643497377544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115759643497377544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115759643497377544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115759643497377544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-am-so-excited-this-past-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115708066312960243</id><published>2006-08-31T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:17:43.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I am getting a sty on my eye.  My eye started hurting today, and then when I looked in the mirror, there is a little red bump on my eyelid.  Please don't let me get a huge red bump on my eye.  Better now though, and not a day before my wedding.  That is my biggest fear right now, is getting a huge zit or something right before the big day.  We had our second Focus class tonight.  We have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115708066312960243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115708066312960243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115708066312960243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115708066312960243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-i-am-getting-sty-on-my-eye.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115699122573826242</id><published>2006-08-30T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:27:05.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So every once in a while I go online and check my registries to see if anything was purchased.  I know that's cheating, but I can't help it.  But of course, I haven't had my shower yet, so nothing has been purchased.  But tonight I checked and one thing has been purchased.  I got all excited, but now I am sitting here trying to figure out who might have gotten it for us.  I don't even know where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115699122573826242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115699122573826242' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115699122573826242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115699122573826242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-every-once-in-while-i-go-online-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115682214977124684</id><published>2006-08-28T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T22:29:09.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger is out....</title><summary type='text'>I guess I need to get a MySpace account.  Everyone and their brother is on there.  It just seems like a lot of work to set a page up.  Maybe after the wedding I can work on that.  After I find a new job.I can't believe how good it feels to check things off a list.  I have a list a mile long of things to do for the wedding still, and I am just going through checking things off.  Feels good to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115682214977124684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115682214977124684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115682214977124684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115682214977124684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogger-is-out.html' title='Blogger is out....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115621491004000628</id><published>2006-08-21T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:48:30.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am irritable!</title><summary type='text'>It's bad folks!!  So today is Monday, so that's where it all started going wrong.  As I told you we moved into a new building, and as soon as I started driving to work I was already irritated.  The drive is only like 2 more miles than what I was driving before, but the last leg of that drive is on a one lane road.  I don't even think they should have one lane roads anywhere in the Chicago area.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115621491004000628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115621491004000628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115621491004000628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115621491004000628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-irritable.html' title='I am irritable!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115619948743112501</id><published>2006-08-21T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T17:32:09.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The pictures were supposed to go the bottom.  I am not very good at this picture thing.These are the centerpieces I am going to use.  It's not perfect in the picture, but you get the idea.I am still awake at 11:00 on Sunday night.  I lay in bed and just think about all the stuff I still have to do for the wedding.  Think of all the people I need to call and the questions I need to ask.  I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115619948743112501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115619948743112501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115619948743112501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115619948743112501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/pictures-were-supposed-to-go-bottom_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115517308878355951</id><published>2006-08-09T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:24:48.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I actually have a lot to talk about this blog, so get comfortable.My birthday was good.  I got into work and was walking toward my desk and I see all these balloons.  I get closer and I had a DragonFly, that tow truck from the movie Cars, a green butterfly, and a Happy Anniversary balloon.  Also, some really pretty flowers.  Todd had gotten all this that morning and put it at my desk.  It </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115517308878355951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115517308878355951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115517308878355951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115517308878355951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-so-i-actually-have-lot-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115431707646164165</id><published>2006-07-30T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:37:56.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Repairs</title><summary type='text'>I got up Saturday morning to see our toilet sitting in the hallway.  I was expecting Todd to fix our toilet, but when I slept until almost 11, I really had to pee.  The tank of our toilet was cracked, and it was leaking water everywhere.  Home Depot didn't carry our brand. so he just bought a new toilet.  When I got up he was gone on another trip to Home Depot.  So I looked in the bathroom and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115431707646164165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115431707646164165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115431707646164165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115431707646164165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-repairs.html' title='Home Repairs'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115258448117764298</id><published>2006-07-10T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T21:21:21.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown is On</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so we are less than 4 months away from the wedding.  I read in one of my planners that the honeymoon should be booked at least 4 months in advance.  So that's the only thing we don't have done.  Everything else is booked and just needs to be paid off.  That's the easy part right?  So now I just have all the little stuff to do.  I never realized we had to do so much paperwork to get married in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115258448117764298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115258448117764298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115258448117764298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115258448117764298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/07/countdown-is-on.html' title='Countdown is On'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115189930657715966</id><published>2006-07-02T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T23:01:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to see Superman tonight, and let me tell you, I come out of the theater not talking about the movie, but about the annoying people that surround me in the theater.  We should have known better than to go to a movie on a Sunday night during a holiday weekend.  First, there was a family behind us, and they were loud during the previews, which I don't mind so much...but I know this is a hint</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115189930657715966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115189930657715966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115189930657715966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115189930657715966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/07/we-went-to-see-superman-tonight-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115163532216974529</id><published>2006-06-29T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:42:02.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did I ever do to her??</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so short of apparently stealing her son away, I would like to know what the hell I did to my future mother-in-law.  I don't even like to call her that, it makes me cringe to use the words "my" and "mother" in the same sentence with her name.  (Todd, if you are reading, stop now).  So today Todd emails her and tells her she really needs to get on booking our honeymoon.  Sidebar:  they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115163532216974529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115163532216974529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115163532216974529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115163532216974529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-did-i-ever-do-to-her.html' title='What did I ever do to her??'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115145364202002917</id><published>2006-06-27T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:14:02.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to try on my dress today at lunch.  I LOVE it.  I was putting it off because I was scared it wouldn't fit.  I feel like a cow lately.  But it fit perfectly....The length is perfect, and I have room to breathe.  But I need to do some sort of exercises, I feel like I have back fat hanging over the back of my dress.  My friends from work, Katie, Josephine, and Lisa came with me.  Thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115145364202002917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115145364202002917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115145364202002917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115145364202002917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-went-to-try-on-my-dress-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115128634119434277</id><published>2006-06-25T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T20:45:41.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I need any ideas anyone might have for centerpieces.  I don't think I really want to do flowers.  I want something festive...but nothing Halloween-y.  Think fall!  Let me know what ya go!  I am so not creative, so I need all the help I can get.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115128634119434277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115128634119434277' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115128634119434277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115128634119434277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115118281676645115</id><published>2006-06-24T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:00:16.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogan Knows Best</title><summary type='text'>I am watching Hogan Knows Best right now, and I love them.  But I would hate to have a father like him.  He's a little over protective.  But it's kind of sweet too.  I have spent all day doing laundry!  I hate when it takes all day.  I cannot wait to have a house so I can do laundry when ever I want.  And I can't wait to get married...so we can go to Hawaii.  We both need a vacation.  Work is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115118281676645115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115118281676645115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115118281676645115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115118281676645115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/hogan-knows-best.html' title='Hogan Knows Best'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115019111576868472</id><published>2006-06-13T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:36:08.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted to see if I could post pictures.  I am not so good at this part.  This is our engagement picture.  Really the only picture I have on the computer right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115019111576868472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115019111576868472' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115019111576868472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115019111576868472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wanted-to-see-if-i-could-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-115007999679279878</id><published>2006-06-11T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T04:30:15.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings....</title><summary type='text'>I guess the wedding plans are coming along.  I met with the photographer that I like this past week.  He is very Polish, so some of what he was saying went right over my head.  I thought maybe if I watched his lips that I could understand him better, but no dice.  But that's ok because what I saw of his work spoke for itself.  And the albums we can get from him are so nice.  He has one album that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/115007999679279878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=115007999679279878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115007999679279878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/115007999679279878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/06/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings....'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114893432128946975</id><published>2006-05-29T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T15:25:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Monday</title><summary type='text'>I am in serious, serious pain right now.  My sunburn hurts worse today than it did yesterday.  It hurts so bad I bought vinegar to put on it.  It hurts so bad I am sitting in a t-shirt and my underwear, which I'm sure is more than you need to know, but I want you to understand the seriousness of this pain.  I even took a lukewarm bath, which sucks, but I thought it would help, it didn't.  This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114893432128946975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114893432128946975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114893432128946975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114893432128946975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/05/bad-monday.html' title='Bad Monday'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114887845550781224</id><published>2006-05-28T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:54:15.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I had the week from hell, so it's great that Todd and I had a good weekend.  I put in almost 50 hours at work this week, so I left early on Friday.  Todd and I went to see X-Men.  I didn't think I would like it but I did.  So then I told Todd I needed to see the first two.  His eyes just lit up, I don't think he believed me at first.  Saturday we just cleaned and did laundry!  I know, fun  day!  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114887845550781224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114887845550781224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114887845550781224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114887845550781224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-weekend.html' title='Good Weekend'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114775022636410102</id><published>2006-05-15T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:57:43.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Intuition</title><summary type='text'>So I got some really bad news about a friend tonight.  A friend that I have not seen or talked to in a really long time.  But I just thought of him the other day, and how long it's been since I did talk to him, and wondering what he had been up to.  Then tonight I get a call about him.  And I don't want to get all hokey or anything, but I have been having bad dreams lately.  I just thought it was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114775022636410102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114775022636410102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114775022636410102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114775022636410102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/05/womens-intuition.html' title='Women&apos;s Intuition'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114731914091114185</id><published>2006-05-10T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:45:40.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans...</title><summary type='text'>The wedding plans are coming along quite nicely now.  I went home this past weekend, and I met with the florist.  I want to go through TPM Stems in Ottawa.  The lady was so nice, I really liked her a lot.  So I am waiting for a quote to come in the mail for flowers.  We stopped at the Grand Bear Lodge again, and there was a wedding going on at the time.  It was the weirdest wedding I have ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114731914091114185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114731914091114185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114731914091114185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114731914091114185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/05/plans.html' title='Plans...'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114671049946143352</id><published>2006-05-03T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:41:39.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought of all kinds of things that I could have blogged about, but now that I am sitting here, I can't think of anything.I asked my sister in law to be a bridesmaid.  So now I have their whole family in the wedding.I talked to my niece today..she is 6.  My mom told her I wanted to talk to her, and she takes the phone and says, "What's up?"  So I said, "Nothing, what's up with you?"  She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114671049946143352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114671049946143352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114671049946143352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114671049946143352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought-of-all-kinds-of-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114628006757577064</id><published>2006-04-28T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:09:30.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planner</title><summary type='text'>Today my friend at work decided I needed to kick it into high gear.  So at lunch she made a list and a timeline for me.  She is one of those very organized people and I am not.  So she organized all my stuff for me, and she made a list of everything I needed to do this weekend, and next weekend.  She is somewhat pushy too, but that is what I need.  And Monday night me, and three of my friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114628006757577064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114628006757577064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114628006757577064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114628006757577064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedding-planner.html' title='Wedding Planner'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114550409478047837</id><published>2006-04-19T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:34:54.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><summary type='text'>I am so frustrated with this whole wedding.  I am trying my hardest to keep everyone happy, and no matter how impossible I know that is, I just keep trying.  Todd and I know what we want, and considering it's "our day" we should get what we want.  But that's not really happening.  Todd and I want a sit down dinner but my mom wants buffet, so people can choose their food, and apparently we will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114550409478047837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114550409478047837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114550409478047837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114550409478047837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114455827401649112</id><published>2006-04-08T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:17:36.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We need to move out of this neighborhood pronto!!!!  This morning Todd and I were going to breakfast and we were pulling out of our parking lot, and some lady waved us down.  I thought maybe she needed directions or something, but she held up a folded dollar bill and asked us if she could buy a lighter from us.  I was like, We don't have any lighters.....  That was a first.  Never had anyone try </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114455827401649112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114455827401649112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114455827401649112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114455827401649112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-need-to-move-out-of-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114437967285131960</id><published>2006-04-06T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:14:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><summary type='text'>I am feeling kind of down in the dumps the last few weeks, so I am going to post about thing I love.-Todd-going home when my whole family is around-the fact that I have made new friends at work...friends that I feel I can trust and depend on-spring.  spring is on it's way, i love the feeling you get when it warms up and you can go out without a coat-wedding magazines-sleeping in-laying in bed on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114437967285131960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114437967285131960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114437967285131960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114437967285131960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114402601227492180</id><published>2006-04-02T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:00:12.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Dying?</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday I went to meet Kelli to go get measured for her dress.  After we were done, Todd came and met me at Woodfield, and we had lunch at the Rainforest Cafe.  We both had the same thing, we had cheeseburgers, but his had bacon on it.  I only ate half of it.  As soon as I got up my stomach started to hurt, but not too bad, so we walked around the mall for awhile.  When we got home, I used </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114402601227492180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114402601227492180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114402601227492180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114402601227492180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-dying.html' title='Am I Dying?'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114391426540570725</id><published>2006-04-01T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T11:57:45.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Wedding Planning</title><summary type='text'>So the saying is "It's your day, do what you want"  BULLSHIT!!!!  It should be "It's your day, but you really should do what we tell you to do."  Apparently I am just not good enough for Todd according to his parents, or at least his mom.  She has never tried to really get to know me, and it really bothers me.  She made a comment alluding to me telling Todd what to do.  Because Todd seemingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114391426540570725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114391426540570725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114391426540570725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114391426540570725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-hate-wedding-planning.html' title='I Hate Wedding Planning'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114317053509559782</id><published>2006-03-23T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:22:15.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><summary type='text'>Last night Todd and I watched Elizabethtown.  It was alright.  It felt at times as if we had been watching it for hours, but the end was so good.  It got Todd and I talking about history and how there are so many great names in history, Martin Luther King Jr, Abe Lincoln, the founding fathers, JFK, the list goes on.  It got me thinking how future generations are probably going to be studying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114317053509559782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114317053509559782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114317053509559782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114317053509559782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/03/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114270489477913160</id><published>2006-03-18T11:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:01:34.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week at work was the longest week ever.  They are finally letting us work overtime so I took advantage of it.  I worked an hour late everynight, thinking that wouldn't make that much of a difference.  But man was I exhausted by the end of the week.  I slept until 10:30 today.  Todd and I both had long weeks, so we came home last night, ate some Long John Silvers/Taco Bell, and started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114270489477913160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114270489477913160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114270489477913160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114270489477913160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-week-at-work-was-longest-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114239055396461909</id><published>2006-03-14T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:42:33.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overworked, Underpaid</title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy at work, I love it because the days fly by, but I am so tired when i get home.  I actually look at the clock and wonder where all the time has gone.  So much better than looking at it and saying "Ugh, it's only noon."  I ordered my wedding dress, and picked out my bridesmaids dresses.  We still have to get a photographer/videographer and a d.j.  I know where I am getting my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114239055396461909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114239055396461909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114239055396461909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114239055396461909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/03/overworked-underpaid.html' title='Overworked, Underpaid'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114196013753520322</id><published>2006-03-09T20:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T21:08:57.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF??!!</title><summary type='text'>Today I was getting in the elevator with two ladies from my department.  One of them sits across from me, and i don't really know how to explain her.  I would say "high strung" and a litte "ditsy" at the same time.  So the elevator doors close and the conversation goes like this.  Her name is Jeanne.Jeanne:  Kristi, can I ask you a personal question.Me:  Um.....ok??  (With a frightened look)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114196013753520322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114196013753520322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114196013753520322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114196013753520322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/03/wtf.html' title='WTF??!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114143449985844586</id><published>2006-03-03T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:08:19.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress Shopping</title><summary type='text'>My mom is coming up tomorrow and we are going dress shopping.  I think I know which dress I want, but I want to go one more time, just to make sure.  We are going to Brides Mart.  I need to get my bridesmaids dresses picked out too.  We got the info from the church, so we need to take care of that.  And I reserved our date with the florist.  I am excited about the flowers.  I can't wait to pick </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114143449985844586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114143449985844586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114143449985844586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114143449985844586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/03/dress-shopping.html' title='Dress Shopping'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114118400321536235</id><published>2006-02-28T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T21:33:23.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Different....So Alike</title><summary type='text'>It amazes me how different Todd and I are and how alike we are at the same time.  I finally feel like my life is together now.  I moved up here alone.  I started a new job, I found Todd, and I made a couple friends, then I got a promotion, then I made some more friends, and now I just feel like things are good now.  I feel like I belong up here now.  Todd on the other hand is perfectly content </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114118400321536235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114118400321536235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114118400321536235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114118400321536235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-differentso-alike.html' title='So Different....So Alike'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114058425603348508</id><published>2006-02-21T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:57:36.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Fun</title><summary type='text'>I was cracking up at work today thinking about all the nicknames we have for people.  And as the years have gone by, I have realized that EVERYONE does it.  There are some people we even have several names for.  Some are mean, others are just plain obvious and funny.  Here are some for example.  I won't go into the expanations.  1.) C.T. (Camel Toe)2.)  Bootsy, The Fonz, Goldy--this is an example</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114058425603348508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114058425603348508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114058425603348508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114058425603348508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/02/work-fun.html' title='Work Fun'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-114030733135058849</id><published>2006-02-18T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T18:02:11.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is so friggin cold her.  With the windchill it's 20 below zero.  The stupid building we live in sucks.  The patio door lets in so much cold air.  We have had the heat at 85 since last night, and it hasn't gotten above 71 degrees in here.  Sounds warm enough, but it feels so drafty in here.  I hate being cold.  We went to Todd's parents house to get a space heater.  I can't wait until we buy a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/114030733135058849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=114030733135058849' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114030733135058849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/114030733135058849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-is-so-friggin-cold-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113928006783157247</id><published>2006-02-06T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:41:07.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><summary type='text'>We finally set a wedding date.  YAY!!!  October 27, 2006.  We are having our reception at Grand Bear Lodge, and we might just get married there too.  It felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.  Now we can finally move on to planning other things.I went home this weekend, my nephews were there.  They are so cute!  When I got home last night,  I missed them.  It was so weird.  Saturday </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113928006783157247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113928006783157247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113928006783157247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113928006783157247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113856879863983526</id><published>2006-01-29T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:06:48.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Todd and I started a webpage to chronicle our wedding progress, or non-progress.....here is the link.  I tried to send it to everyone, but a lot of the email addresses came back as undeliverable.  I really need to update my address book.  So feel free to go join the group.  Here is the link.....http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TeegardinMalizio/Our latest thought was just to go to Hawaii to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113856879863983526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113856879863983526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113856879863983526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113856879863983526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/01/todd-and-i-started-webpage-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113790517245455431</id><published>2006-01-21T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T23:02:58.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see what has happened since the last time I blogged.  We are super busy at work, and I am not too happy under our new management.  They think everything is so black and white.  It's easy for them to just tell us how they want us to do things, but they have never done our jobs, or the jobs of the people in our department.  I am so close to just going off on these people.  Two of our managers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113790517245455431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113790517245455431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113790517245455431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113790517245455431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-see-what-has-happened-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113734013844822493</id><published>2006-01-15T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:48:58.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really have nothing new to report.  Haven't gotten anywhere on my wedding plans.  The stupid woman at Grand Bear Lodge sent me a quote, but she hasn't sent it to my mom yet.  She is the one with the money!   It's really frustrating at this point.  I just want to get my date set, so I can start doing other things.  I think my mom and I are going to try on more dresses next weekend.  I think I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113734013844822493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113734013844822493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113734013844822493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113734013844822493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-have-nothing-new-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113683220897540163</id><published>2006-01-09T12:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T12:43:28.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><summary type='text'>I had such a nice relaxing weekend.  Saturday I slept until noon, and then went back to bed and slept on and off until 5:00.  Todd finally came in and said he made dinner.  I was like Holy Crap, where did the day go?  But I really needed to catch up on sleep.  For like three nights before that I was up late.  But then on Sunday, I was up at 7:30.  So I guess it all balanced out.  My mom finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113683220897540163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113683220897540163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113683220897540163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113683220897540163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/01/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113621985044702495</id><published>2006-01-02T16:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T13:30:09.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sitting at work.  We are so slow today....I wish I had taken today off.  There are no files coming in, and a lot of people have nothing assigned for today.  I am sitting here listening to the Wicked soundtrack.  I have barely done any work at all today.  I hope we are busier tomorrow.  Todd and I stayed home New Years Eve.  I just wasn't into going out.  We were going to go to Navy Pier, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113621985044702495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113621985044702495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113621985044702495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113621985044702495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-sitting-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113600543346713464</id><published>2005-12-30T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T23:23:46.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good  Old S-Town</title><summary type='text'>I am back from spending three days in Streator.  I left Wednesday morning and came back this afternoon.  I thought I was going to get a ton of wedding stuff done, but of course I didn't.  We went back to the Country Mansion, and he has to re-do our quote, but now we are considering going back to the Grand Bear Lodge.  I decided I was going to the Country Mansion, but then of course I started to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113600543346713464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113600543346713464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113600543346713464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113600543346713464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-old-s-town.html' title='Good  Old S-Town'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113566111371068110</id><published>2005-12-26T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T11:40:30.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess it's been a while since I posted.  Christmas was good.  It's just hard now having two families to go see.  We went to Streator on Christmas Eve and stayed the night.  We had to leave my parents house at 11 to go to Rockford to Todd's grandparents.  I really didn't want to go because everyone started getting there when we were getting ready to leave.  I kept stalling....I wanted to stay.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113566111371068110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113566111371068110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113566111371068110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113566111371068110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-guess-its-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113441343407280035</id><published>2005-12-12T12:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T12:50:34.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wicked was soooo good!  I did not know Ana Gasteyer was in it.  She was awesome.  I had no idea she could sing like that.  We had really good seats, row J.  The dude next to me though, had the worst breath I think I have ever smelled in my life.  It smelled like he had been eating garbage.  It was awful!  Everytime he laughed I smelled it.  I kept waving my program like it was hot in there.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113441343407280035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113441343407280035' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113441343407280035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113441343407280035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/wicked-was-soooo-good-i-did-not-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113409353879739087</id><published>2005-12-08T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T19:58:58.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It just took me two hours to get home from work.  It's snowing like a mofo here.  I am sitting here watching tv and they broke in with breaking news.  A plane at Midway skidded of the runway.  That's pretty scary.  We are supposed to get 3-5 inches.  I like snow when I don't have to go anywhere, but driving in it sucks!  On my way home I saw kids out playing in it!  So cute!  You know they are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113409353879739087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113409353879739087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113409353879739087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113409353879739087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-just-took-me-two-hours-to-get-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113391884644728298</id><published>2005-12-06T19:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:27:26.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is friggin cold here.  I can't handle it anymore.  I am ready for Spring already.  I ended up paying almost $600 for my car.  The dude kept calling me back to tell me more things that were wrong with my car.  He called to tell me that I needed an oil change, so I told him to do it.  Then he called me again and told me that I needed my brakes done.  So I asked him what that would cost me, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113391884644728298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113391884644728298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113391884644728298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113391884644728298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-friggin-cold-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5639128.post-113356010825740491</id><published>2005-12-02T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:48:38.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last two days have been ridiculous!  Yesterday it was snowing, very lightly, but snowing nonetheless.  So I am driving to work, and a car cuts me off, so I hit my brakes, and all of a sudden I am spinning around and going up over a curb into the grass.  Ok, so now I am kind of freaked out because that just happened.  Then to top it off, I get turned around to drive off of this thing, and NO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/feeds/113356010825740491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5639128&amp;postID=113356010825740491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113356010825740491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5639128/posts/default/113356010825740491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krispykristi.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-two-days-have-been-ridiculous.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10977021291978090108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
