<?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-7293351127594567960</id><updated>2011-08-02T19:35:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzi K</title><subtitle type='html'>One word...cool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-2483013605010331240</id><published>2009-11-24T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:35:53.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Single and blogging</title><content type='html'>For all of you that can't wait to hear from me. Ha. I moved to Salt Lake with my big sis! She is pretty awesome! I work at Score Salon and love it. As soon as I get a crazy client I will let you know, as for now it hasn't been to exciting. :( The only thing that has really happend is that I still don't want kids. They are always sticky or leaking some gross fluid that the mom has come to the point to wipe up with her bare hands. I still love my nephews and Saige though. Soon enough I will be livin on my own and I can't wait to experience life. I'm pretty sure I'm staying in Salt Lake, I love the city. Mikell doesn't believe me though. :) Everything is going great and I hope more great things happen. As for now thats my update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-2483013605010331240?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2483013605010331240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=2483013605010331240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/2483013605010331240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/2483013605010331240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2009/11/single-and-blogging.html' title='Single and blogging'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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-7293351127594567960.post-5920348505868068583</id><published>2009-03-30T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:06:22.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betty Collection Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As most of you my know my grandma Betty has a, shall we call interesting sense of style. She buys things that were never quite in style to say the least. My sister and I are here to model these wonderful outfits because they will never make a comback nor did they ever come....well only to find grandma Betty's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They why on Earth Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157917572645282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFx8aUfwaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e-DqkUewb-c/s320/2006+Oct+27+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319157923049458994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFx8uuRTTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/6Pe8JsVYNCI/s320/2006+Oct+27+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Cruise Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319160036573349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFz3wNoh9I/AAAAAAAAAHA/12bTqoqUcVs/s320/2006+Oct+27+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319160047952859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFz4amuEhI/AAAAAAAAAHI/yCzlt2xUCFM/s320/2006+Oct+27+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319160053396358690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFz4u4jRiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/CGibxrqoPyI/s320/2006+Oct+27+024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Black Light Party Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319161769473803538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF1cnxTBRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_3qQV-QYErY/s320/2006+Oct+27+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319161780048368578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF1dPKeE8I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RdDCm_iZAOk/s320/Grandma+Betty+Collection.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animals Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319163425089548322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF28_a2cCI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L2323-VLCKY/s320/2006+Oct+27+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319163416537671714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF28fj7KCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dCKhPAtpAco/s320/2006+Oct+27+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JC Penny's Sleep Wear Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319165548998733106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF44nmQrTI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2dEtVXGhU9M/s320/2006+Oct+27+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas "Debb" Collection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319165559263196242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF45N1f9FI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lzp3pmUXdPc/s320/2006+Oct+27+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Kason....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319165559910837298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdF45QP6LDI/AAAAAAAAAII/SbI7q1f_1vQ/s320/2006+Oct+27+061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-5920348505868068583?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5920348505868068583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=5920348505868068583' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5920348505868068583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5920348505868068583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2009/03/betty-collection-anyone.html' title='Betty Collection Anyone?'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SdFx8aUfwaI/AAAAAAAAAGw/e-DqkUewb-c/s72-c/2006+Oct+27+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-6523869133206373152</id><published>2009-02-27T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T23:20:05.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astrology = Aunt Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In my life I have been pushed into crazy things because I have a crazy family.... so this entry is dedicated to my Aunt Mary! When ever I have a question that nobody else can answer I know who to call... Aunt Mary. She is one of the coolest people I have ever met. Just tonight I called with some questions. I was sitting downstairs looking at my astrology book with Josh. We found out alot of things about each other. Oddly it descibed Josh and I to the T. I had some questions though... Mary created a Birth Chart for me a couple of years ago but I don't know how to read it with out her. So I called got some answers then I got looking out side and noticed that the moon was beautiful and that there was a bright star right above it. So right then I asked and she knew exactly what it was all about. How lucky am I to have my own personal astrology teacher. I owe alot of my passions of earth science to her. From day one we have had a random relationship. Apparently I gave her a bad look when I first met her when I was born. Boy was I wrong. She is so flippin smart she has done every exciting job you can think of. Infact she works on Nellis Air Force Base protecting indangered species. While she was out in her lime green vest with all her other "tree hugger" friends, she was almost taken out by a fighter jet. My Aunt put her hands on her head and ducked for cover. The jet was 20 feet above her head. Not many people can say that they have an aunt as cool as mine. :) Anyway I would just like to say thank you Aunt Mary for being the coolest person alive and you have some lucky kids and grandkids. I kinda feel like I'm one of yours. :) Love ya Mary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307743640947212018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SajkuEV_PvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dwOufeB08mE/s320/Park+city+Fall+07+(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-6523869133206373152?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6523869133206373152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=6523869133206373152' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/6523869133206373152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/6523869133206373152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2009/02/astrology-aunt-mary.html' title='Astrology = Aunt Mary'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SajkuEV_PvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/dwOufeB08mE/s72-c/Park+city+Fall+07+(21).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-5759654526438201555</id><published>2009-02-18T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:06:29.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first "real" Valentines Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was getting worried that Josh wasn't going to do anything for Valentines because he wouldn't talk about it.... little did I know. :) He suprised me by taking me to Las Vegas... we ate Korean food in China town. As some of you know I have a fear of "certain" things, so I was a little sceptical about eating at this: Korean Garden. Who knew that it would end up tasting sooooo good. While we were sitting together I then realized Josh and I were the minority in this restraunt. : Then the food came out and everything was fine. haha. After we got done with dinner we decided to go see the water show at the Bilogio. Our first chalenge was to find the strip... well we got lost in the GHETTO in vegas I was slapping Josh's arm saying: my mom is going to kill me, my mom is going to kill me. He just laughed considering he is from Dallas and he and i quote"grew up in the ghetto". We finally get on the strip thats when I realized he is just like my father when it comes to driving and when he is frustrated its just easier not to talk. :) We find the Bilogio after what seems like 2 hours and.... he misses the turn. Now we are stuck for another 10 minutes on the strip. I was like hey lets just valet at the Monte Carlo its like 3 bucks no big deal. :) We park, get out, and walk to the Bilogio...from there everything was perfect. The show was beutiful and everything was worth it to spend my first Valentines with him. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304308508032139938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SZywfBBWgqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vK44LKbQYY0/s320/me+and+josh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-5759654526438201555?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5759654526438201555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=5759654526438201555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5759654526438201555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5759654526438201555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-real-valentines-day.html' title='My first &quot;real&quot; Valentines Day!'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SZywfBBWgqI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vK44LKbQYY0/s72-c/me+and+josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-7705296202434982019</id><published>2008-12-29T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T15:59:23.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growin Up!</title><content type='html'>Everyone ... I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few months have been great. I have a wonderful family that keeps things interesting, an amazing boyfriend that cares about me, and friends that I will keep forever. I have decided its time for me to grow up. I want to experience... well. Life. I want to go to college. I want to travel. I want to try new things, get out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I don't try a lot of new things or that I'm shy and possibly "mean" (compliments to the red hair ;) ) Anyway I feel like its finally time to break out of my shell and become the new Kenzi the more sophisticated and daring Kenzi. Well atleast I'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend Outings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh, Thom, Mase, Jd, Brian, &amp;amp; I went to Pinevalley to hang out. This trip I realized I have made some great friends that make me happy. Everyone is so artistic and smart. There isn't a day that goes by where I'm not laughing at some remark or phrase I hear from them. The phrase of the weak: "I will equalize you"! :). Josh has been with me for a while now and he is really growing on me. He makes things so much fun! I wish everyone could see how amazing he really is. Well I'm going to stop rambling on and show some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285362868475228114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVlhhpyBb9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lmkArQPNihk/s320/CIMG3508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285362874147675026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVlhh-6cG5I/AAAAAAAAAFE/STBwVjLFK4w/s320/CIMG3592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285362881426084866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVlhiaBv1AI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cUwmAtxmNAg/s320/CIMG3605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures of the boys skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285364141166520722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVliru7RaZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ptAKT9TqxRs/s320/CIMG3433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285364142199141538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVliryxd9KI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1ChGEbM-ixg/s320/CIMG3435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285364144084443314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVlir5y9YLI/AAAAAAAAAFs/SsWiLwVPDC4/s320/CIMG3438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-7705296202434982019?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7705296202434982019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=7705296202434982019' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/7705296202434982019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/7705296202434982019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/12/growin-up.html' title='Growin Up!'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SVlhhpyBb9I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lmkArQPNihk/s72-c/CIMG3508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-70014001655520664</id><published>2008-10-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:55:36.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy People. Why?</title><content type='html'>Yeah yeah yeah, I know I'm never consistent with this thing. Anyway, today had to have been one of the worst days I have had at school. It starts off with the clock in.... the machine was broken there for causing all of us to take half days today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sitting in the break room enjoying my breakfast Brenna walked into the break room in a panic and said can you take this client?  I said sure I would love to. I had no idea what I was getting myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my station set up, put my apron on and greet my client. I sit "Carrie" down and ask her what she wanted to achieve with her hair today. As I am asking I start to &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; looking at her hair. When I looked down and ran my hands through it, I noticed that she cut it her self. Right as I noticed she happened to mention she is bipolar. : I bit my cheek and listened. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;" I had an episode last night and cut all of my hair off, I did it to spite my mother but she said it looked cute which totally defeated my whole perpose. Anyway I want you to blend it without taking any length off  and I want a really &lt;strong&gt;chunky&lt;/strong&gt; weave. Can you do that for me? Also blend all the chunks I cut last night!"&lt;/span&gt; After consuming all that information I looked at her and said so you want me to blend your hair without taking any length off? &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"Exactly, my hair was past my shoulders last night" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This woman's hair was shorter than mine and to blend it I would have to take off even more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I start to weave her hair with chunky blonde highlights when I know that it's just going to make her hair look worse. When I was done with that I start cutting. She started to cry and yell at me for ruining her hair. I haven't even done anything yet. So I start to panic and try to calm her down thinking she is going to take my shears out of bipolar rage and stab me (or her). I got her somewhat calmed down and start cutting again. Thats right when her mother walks in. The two of them together not so good. The mom gave her the look like what in the hell are you doing. So the girl starts freaking out again and is telling me every peice to cut and she ended up making it more chunky. I'm trying to find my instructor but she is bookin it away from this lady. So here I am &lt;strong&gt;a student&lt;/strong&gt; stuck with this crazy mess. I finally finish and she leaves... thank goodness. Im about in tears at this point when everyone comes up and says that her hair looks like crap, like it was my fault. I was so close to punching all these whinny little biotches in the face. I kept my cool and left, that wasn't easy for me considering I could take any of these girls down. As I was walking out of the school I walked past Jim's office. I noticed they were looking at the security cameras... Someone had stolen a bunch of product from the front desk. This took place from about 9 to 12:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fantastic day right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an example of what I felt like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wxa5AANrAZI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wxa5AANrAZI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-70014001655520664?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/70014001655520664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=70014001655520664' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/70014001655520664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/70014001655520664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-people-why.html' title='Crazy People. Why?'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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-7293351127594567960.post-4260624719964449289</id><published>2008-09-17T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:17:52.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcPDXbcI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0eqaoRdGJA/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163542428675522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcPDXbcI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0eqaoRdGJA/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcP58G4I/AAAAAAAAACw/jUs3ZvEzlX8/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163542657571714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcP58G4I/AAAAAAAAACw/jUs3ZvEzlX8/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcZ3z65I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TGlFpBx8pm0/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163545333001106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcZ3z65I/AAAAAAAAAC4/TGlFpBx8pm0/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrB37mJ7I/AAAAAAAAABw/bKiSCl3_n5k/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163089545471922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrB37mJ7I/AAAAAAAAABw/bKiSCl3_n5k/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrB27J8gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RfPBGf4q76k/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163089275187714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrB27J8gI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RfPBGf4q76k/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCFExHWI/AAAAAAAAACA/y5yKSicT67U/s1600-h/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163093073599842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCFExHWI/AAAAAAAAACA/y5yKSicT67U/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCZfwNZI/AAAAAAAAACI/DzlY_Kt1FF4/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163098555495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCZfwNZI/AAAAAAAAACI/DzlY_Kt1FF4/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCkHturI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fxs9-HdRq-k/s1600-h/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163101407460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrCkHturI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Fxs9-HdRq-k/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163927815933810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGryqu2T3I/AAAAAAAAADA/kE-aijZ47nI/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163931699402578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGry5MvV1I/AAAAAAAAADI/z-_hiNZ8r-o/s320/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163930725730530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGry1kmSOI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wek_wVfmPYY/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163532625972146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrbqiOC7I/AAAAAAAAACY/5jB2hpggwcM/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163535476215618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrb1JxT0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Svzmoe425Ck/s320/DSC_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ummm...2 days ago our class was givin an assignment to create our own photo shoot. We did our own hair and makeup. Dressed our selves (pleather outfits provided by Amy Mcalister) We also took the pictures by ourselves... here they are! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-4260624719964449289?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/4260624719964449289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=4260624719964449289' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/4260624719964449289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/4260624719964449289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/09/pretend-photo-shoot.html' title='Pretend Photo Shoot'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGrcPDXbcI/AAAAAAAAACo/G0eqaoRdGJA/s72-c/DSC_0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-5043644688393950370</id><published>2008-09-17T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:08:36.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age Hippie Part Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGp_OLGqYI/AAAAAAAAABo/KvQQmsJ08b0/s1600-h/TSG96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161944464861570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGp_OLGqYI/AAAAAAAAABo/KvQQmsJ08b0/s320/TSG96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpOh04d5I/AAAAAAAAABA/f39P9EWt0M8/s1600-h/TSG89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161107926775698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpOh04d5I/AAAAAAAAABA/f39P9EWt0M8/s320/TSG89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpO_c0iAI/AAAAAAAAABI/9-bFNHQlJ3Y/s1600-h/TSG90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161115878918146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpO_c0iAI/AAAAAAAAABI/9-bFNHQlJ3Y/s320/TSG90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpO77booI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hDlN4sjofu0/s1600-h/TSG91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161114933568130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpO77booI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hDlN4sjofu0/s320/TSG91.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpPPMzsgI/AAAAAAAAABY/cv9r0vJYTmU/s1600-h/TSG92.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161120106721794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpPPMzsgI/AAAAAAAAABY/cv9r0vJYTmU/s320/TSG92.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpPNGOrbI/AAAAAAAAABg/vIfB4_3YKr0/s1600-h/TSG95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161119542259122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGpPNGOrbI/AAAAAAAAABg/vIfB4_3YKr0/s320/TSG95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize to my sisters for not updating my blog religiously as they do. :]The other day I was givin the oppurtunity to be in a "High Fashion" photoshot. All the girls at hair school were to lazy to do my makeup and hair, so I decided to do my make up and force others to do my hair and help with my makeup. Not to mention I don't know how to wear eyeliner. I know...right? Anyway we decided to go with a more modern hippie to match my style. So here are the results. :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Yes, I copied the words from the last one. Mother messed up the last one because she doesn't know how to click the minus sign on the computer only the exit sign)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-5043644688393950370?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5043644688393950370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=5043644688393950370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5043644688393950370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/5043644688393950370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-age-hippie-part-two.html' title='New Age Hippie Part Two!'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SNGp_OLGqYI/AAAAAAAAABo/KvQQmsJ08b0/s72-c/TSG96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-8586336747142757230</id><published>2008-07-16T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:54:03.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I need back up"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I decided it was a good idea to take my extensions out, little did I know that would lead to me cutting all my hair off! No worries everyone, I like it and its different. Well I get home from school, afraid of what my parents might say... (lesbian, you just put extensions in to have long hair now you cut it all off, yata yata yata) Well they like it and it made it so much better. Mom invited me to go see fiddler on the roof (I still don't know what the fiddler guy had to do with anything in the play but whatever) We pick up Tiff in Enterprise and took the back way to Cedar. Once we got to the theater there were a couple cute boys... to bad they were homosexuals. :( As we sat down I noticed the family in front of us were weird. All of them were reading novels before the play and the real creepy part was that the little girl was like five. (Be Obident!!!) The play starts and I got through the first half just fine... then came intermission ha. Outside mom got us some stale cookies and diet coke, which in itself is stale. Sitting outside taking in the cool air that smelled like rain suddenly came a loud voice on the intercom and scared mom to death haha. As we sit back down in the theater I thought it would be a good time to take some pictures of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223793473503689954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SH6kfMAw_OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AZ0PWccFzmA/s320/CIMG3150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently pictures are forbiden inside the theater. As soon as I take one picture here came this little hobbit lady telling me to put my camera away and that they aren't allowed. I put my camera away with her watching my every move when I notice this other theater woman comes lerking around the corner (female Richard) staring at us... lets call her Helga. Im just going to say that started a giggle fest with all of us, and it went on for five minutes until the play started again. She was still staring at us and I still couldn't stop laughing. I almost got us kicked out. It was to the point where I was laughing so hard snot came out my nose. (It was kinda like when your in church and you start laughing in the prayer...AWKWARD) I finally stopped about 2 minutes into the play and I was good from there if mom wouldn't look at me in the corner of her eye. Finally the play was over. Me and Tiff were starving so we decided to go to Sonic. When we were in line waiting for our food. This kid comes out on in roller blades. haha. He was quit graceful with his sweet roller blading skills. Again that started giggle fest and I was dieing in the back seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223795079058479666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SH6l8pK22jI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YbAz62mz1M0/s320/CIMG3158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way home mom and Tiff thought it would be funny to drive home and scare me the whole time. Beryl is not somewhere you want to be at night time. YOU WILL GET KIDNAPPED AND DIE!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223795082803991954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SH6l83H21ZI/AAAAAAAAAA4/s1ZLJdPmFX8/s320/CIMG3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-8586336747142757230?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8586336747142757230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=8586336747142757230' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/8586336747142757230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/8586336747142757230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-need-back-up_16.html' title='&quot;I need back up&quot;'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SH6kfMAw_OI/AAAAAAAAAAo/AZ0PWccFzmA/s72-c/CIMG3150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-1761652967937980544</id><published>2008-07-12T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:45:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="39" height="2" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9cb901f2375fb7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009cb901f2375fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331330919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DEBA842BCF84F5DBAAC383DE28F674EFAC33417.490EC233A8D1A6E3932AD87E22626FA6B7116F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cb901f2375fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6099qm9RXODaBPJs7HEBfif8yNs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="39" height="2" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D009cb901f2375fb7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331330919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7DEBA842BCF84F5DBAAC383DE28F674EFAC33417.490EC233A8D1A6E3932AD87E22626FA6B7116F57%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9cb901f2375fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6099qm9RXODaBPJs7HEBfif8yNs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I decided to take a 1/2 day with all the girls and lay out. Well I have never been able to lay out in my life but I thought maybe I can do it, to show that I'm not a little kid. ha. Lets just say I ended up swimming laps. We get home and I head to work. Work was actually some what busy and I made 20 dollars. Around 9:00 Tess and I were clearing tables and we could see lightning right in town it was so cool. I have to say it was a lot cooler than St. George's fire works this year thats for sure. Anyway so I went outside to see if it was raining... and it was pooring. It was so pretty. It smelled so good outside and the sky kept getting lit up when the lightning would strike. I called Mikell and she was outside watching a movie so she couldn't talk to long but it made me really miss her. We went to one of those not to long ago and it was way fun. After that I called Tiffany to see if she was dead or not because the lightning was up by enterprise too. No answer from her so I drive home. On my way home I took Bluff street which was a big mistake. Nobody in this town knows how to drive in the rain. You would think after driving the same roads everyday the people would kind of know where the lines are on the road. They don't. This guy infron of me was driving in both lanes and had his flashers on. Idiot. I finally get home and mom and dad are watching tv. I said to them why the heck aren't you watching the lightning? I went outside and sat in the hammock. It was so pretty the wind blowing, a couple drops would land on my face, and every few minutes the sky would light up with a huge thunder right after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-22bb0144f207c12a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22bb0144f207c12a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331330919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19C81BCB2127A958D6FDFA2F69ACB84906A4C82F.76CAE1F59331AE60D712EF852B7C1DF8594135E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22bb0144f207c12a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTm_L4vuTcm4idLpA3rwv2dCeLl8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D22bb0144f207c12a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331330919%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19C81BCB2127A958D6FDFA2F69ACB84906A4C82F.76CAE1F59331AE60D712EF852B7C1DF8594135E8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D22bb0144f207c12a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTm_L4vuTcm4idLpA3rwv2dCeLl8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom finally came out and we watched and talked about things while we watched the lightning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222167040136652626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SHjdQTkZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/u0PcqczSkSw/s320/CIMG3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom thought it would be funny to be weird. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222173169862606818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SHji1Gk8f-I/AAAAAAAAAAg/Xdj5bQDfdOk/s320/CIMG3127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-1761652967937980544?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=22bb0144f207c12a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1761652967937980544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=1761652967937980544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/1761652967937980544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/1761652967937980544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-year-old.html' title='12 year old'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WCoZxknDazM/SHjdQTkZJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAY/u0PcqczSkSw/s72-c/CIMG3129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7293351127594567960.post-2229625923284824728</id><published>2008-07-10T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:34:36.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plastic bottles</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with a bloody nose. This isn't the first time this week, so I figured I'm dehydrated. I go up stairs and pack some things for school while there is toilet paper stuffed up my nose... attractive I know ( I drove to school like that ha.) I can't find my "bba free" bottle my mom got me so I took hers. :) Little did I know she would pull a wack attack on me. (zoolander if you didn't catch that) She calls me while I'm at lunch with my dad and I quote; "Keeenziii! Do you have my water bottle?" Which can only mean the famous "bba" bottle. My dad calls it the plastic free plastic bottle. Long story short I filled it up with ice and brought it to her so she could go to the gym, since I'm an amazing daughter. haha.  While I was at school I almost stabbed a girl in the jugular with my shears... no big deal, but then I decided that might not be a good idea. The girl wont give me back my maniquin stand and claims I cut all of her heads hair off.  Anyway we wont get into that because I think positive now. I get home and its blazing hot outside and just as I thought I was going to be cooled down all the doors were locked. My family never locks the door so I don't have a key. I had to climb into my window. One word... BUGS! After that fiasco I met my dad for dinner and I had raspberry chicken as usual. I just now got back from enrichment night and it was so much fun. The girls in my ward are so amazing. I honestly can't wait to go to church now and that is really different for me. I think it was a great step for me to finally buck up and do something I normally don't do. I'm so thankful I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-2229625923284824728?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2229625923284824728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=2229625923284824728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/2229625923284824728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/2229625923284824728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/plastic-bottles.html' title='plastic bottles'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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-7293351127594567960.post-7730772772160831376</id><published>2008-07-08T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T23:19:22.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boot Scoot Boogie!</title><content type='html'>Spray tans.... not so much fun.  I don't think I have ever been in such a panic then when that mist trapped me in a tube of death. I couldn't breath or open my eyes.  Not only that, now I look like I rolled around in dirt on my mid section. Note to self: Im a red head. I'm not ment to be tan. On my way home I remember the front desk lady telling me not to sweat or sit with my back touching the seat... little did she know my air conditioner doesn't work. I tried really hard not to get sweaty concidering its over 100 degrees outside. I lean my seat back more than it already is so then it really looks like I'm an "O.G." cruizin in my 98' Honda Civic all I needed was an exaust (vroom pop!) ha. I finally make it home and father has chicken casrol made. Mmmm. My good friend Bundy calls me and asks me to go bowling with him and Craig so I get dressed and head to the most white trash place in St. George; The Sunset Bowl. We get there and they decide; "screw this lets go dancing"... we did. At first I was a little sceptical, then I figured out this is the best night of my life... It was country night at the Electric Theater. Im pretty sure I remembered the line dance from the videos my sister and I used to watch.  I have never been so excited to dance in my life. Just me and two boys tearin it up on the dance floor country style. Tonight was a goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-7730772772160831376?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/7730772772160831376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=7730772772160831376' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/7730772772160831376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/7730772772160831376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/boot-scoot-boogie.html' title='Boot Scoot Boogie!'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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-7293351127594567960.post-3167371870682889095</id><published>2008-07-08T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:37:41.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im blogging?</title><content type='html'>Apparently only my sisters will read this because they blog and so do their lovers... me on the other hand, I'm alone. :) Anyway today was an alright day I think I have decided to look at things more positivly concidering that I'm very blessed. I mean, I have a house over my head and  a family that loves each other... right? Recently a lot of things have started to make sense in my life, maybe because I turned 18 and I realize I'm not a child anymore... or that if I keep hanging out with WHORES and drugies I might become one and end up on the arrest column. Not so much a fan of orange jump suits, possibly because of the red hair. I might end up looking like a big stick. ha. Lets just say I'm happy with the choices I have been making lately and hopefully it sticks and I can end up like my two amazing sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;                   The Red&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7293351127594567960-3167371870682889095?l=kenzisullivan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/3167371870682889095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7293351127594567960&amp;postID=3167371870682889095' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/3167371870682889095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7293351127594567960/posts/default/3167371870682889095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kenzisullivan.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-blogging.html' title='Im blogging?'/><author><name>kenzi k</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13063966410455978159</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></feed>
