<?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-1734634088456127350</id><updated>2011-09-16T06:26:59.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kammie Morris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-1645422223907755365</id><published>2010-12-19T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T07:49:32.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ellisa May Rogers</title><content type='html'>My new niece Ellisa was born on the 15th of december at 2:34 am. She was 7lbs 3 oz and is so cute.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552419503601923074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/TQ4oHtwktAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jKTe8XSrjGQ/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552420730579024466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/TQ4pPImtelI/AAAAAAAAAV4/5wZjPldmcV0/s320/144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-1645422223907755365?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1645422223907755365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=1645422223907755365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/1645422223907755365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/1645422223907755365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2010/12/ellisa-may-rogers.html' title='Ellisa May Rogers'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/TQ4oHtwktAI/AAAAAAAAAVw/jKTe8XSrjGQ/s72-c/139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-1668408334646679011</id><published>2010-03-23T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:24:01.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last weekend I went home to see my parents, go to a dentist appointment and to see some of my friends. I wanted to go home on Wednesday so I could play some volleyball that night. While I was there some of my friends were telling me the singles ward was going to Ridgeway for the weekend. (While I was in the GJ singles ward the second counselor in the bishopric and his wife built a cabin there and told us there would be a trip there some time, but when I moved to New Mexico I was bummed I was going to miss it.) I was excited it ended up being the same weekend I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890976899290226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB9Ug9VHI/AAAAAAAAASg/ENk0JJDpQqw/s320/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451893291038046610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kEEBWoeZI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Y2i5waESLJw/s320/336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451893311071002546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kEFL-3H7I/AAAAAAAAATI/i7fvlRsTcAc/s320/337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The view from the cabin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were a few of us who didn't take snowshoes or cross country skis so we just went on a little hike up the road. while we were on our hike Kara turned to Bryce and Daniel and asked if they could throw her in to the snow, they looked at her and said, well if you want us to we will. She said yes... and so they did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890952183322162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB74cNljI/AAAAAAAAASQ/EEbqHK_KKOA/s320/272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kara getting thrown into the snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kG7WVy_jI/AAAAAAAAATg/jeNrhmC3PGQ/s1600-h/332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451896440587746866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kG7WVy_jI/AAAAAAAAATg/jeNrhmC3PGQ/s320/332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian walking down the sledding trail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryce made a way awesome jump that we all had so much fun going off. I've never liked going off of jumps, but the snow was so soft it didn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451893321226096354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kEFx0BjuI/AAAAAAAAATY/pTPc8WPbStA/s320/405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451893301785781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kEEpZF5YI/AAAAAAAAATA/bm3HfjfDG_4/s320/369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890993086775442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB-Q0WwJI/AAAAAAAAASw/prgZP3RIWxU/s320/390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryce &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451893319718995666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kEFsMtBtI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qraGVpur_6o/s320/385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890960216190770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB8WXZbzI/AAAAAAAAASY/WamgQTuRQOM/s320/397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me catching some awesome air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451890987789518674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB99FZB1I/AAAAAAAAASo/LPBvBiet5dQ/s320/373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a little breather. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a fun weekend. After sledding we had some lunch and then headed down to the hot springs. It felt so good to just chill for a weekend and not have to worry about school. I loved seeing my parents and am grateful that they let me go have fun with my friends for a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-1668408334646679011?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/1668408334646679011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=1668408334646679011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/1668408334646679011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/1668408334646679011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-weekend-i-went-home-to-see-my.html' title=''/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S6kB9Ug9VHI/AAAAAAAAASg/ENk0JJDpQqw/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-5333641333189832449</id><published>2010-02-23T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:03:33.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidents Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This weekend I went home for my best friend Andrea's Mission farewell. I got out of class on Wednesday around 4. Kassie, Sam, Garret, and I decided we still wanted to leave that night even though it was starting to snow pretty hard. When we called my mom to tell her we were on the road it was still snowing which we didn't want her to know so it was convenient that the snow had let up a little and there was a very tiny patch of blue sky that we happened to be under when she asked how the weather was, so I was able to tell her it wasn't snowing and we were under blue sky's while also telling the truth. About 15 minutes after I hung up with my mom the sky's cleared and it was nice weather the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday Feb. 11,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A long story short when Andrea got her mission call Sam was really sad, so his parents told him he could take her to McDonald's when we went to her farewell. This morning Sam called Andrea and asked her if she wanted to go have lunch with us and then go have dessert at McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444660081919335074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49Rf1mNGqI/AAAAAAAAARY/kg_DddBtuzQ/s320/235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam, Princess (AKA Andrea. Sam has called her Princess since he has known her) and Garret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444660824691760706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49SLEo83kI/AAAAAAAAAR4/e54ZSdke2Mc/s320/237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam, Princess, Garret and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444660097388552946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49RgvOWovI/AAAAAAAAARg/LGPSoQJmvSo/s320/241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Garret and I trying to climb the tree after having lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444660112778317426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49RhojjznI/AAAAAAAAARo/cQdTyB9rkQU/s320/249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam, Princess, Garret and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATURDAY 13&lt;br /&gt;Today was such a fun day. This morning Bobby, Andrea, Grant, James and I went and played tennis. It was a lot of fun, it brought back a lot of memories of when we played tennis together. After we were done playing tennis we went and played at the park for a while. Bobby even taught us all that if you jump off a swing set right it’s just like falling off a couch. Later that night we went over to the Staggs for a little party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444660128283433266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49RiiURGTI/AAAAAAAAARw/7PaLkPKo6yc/s320/251.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Sam and Princess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446051430615339378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S5RC6_ZV0XI/AAAAAAAAASI/hhPMKVcNS4E/s320/257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that Bobby was able to come home this weekend also. It was fun to spend some time with him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't have any pictures but my Dad got my Mom, Kassie and I all flowers for valentines day. It was so nice of him. I'm so grateful to have such wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also so nice to have a long weekend and be able to spend time with family and friends. It was hard to say goodbye to such a good friend, but I know she will be a great sister missionary. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-5333641333189832449?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5333641333189832449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=5333641333189832449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/5333641333189832449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/5333641333189832449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2010/02/presidents-day-weekend.html' title='Presidents Day Weekend'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S49Rf1mNGqI/AAAAAAAAARY/kg_DddBtuzQ/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-9029992633441202318</id><published>2009-12-23T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:56:40.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The week before Christmas Mom and Dad took Bobby and I on a little trip. We decided to go to Glenwood Springs since it is so close and we had never been there before. Mom and Dad took us skiing and to the hot springs the second day we were there. It was so much fun. The picture below is of Bobby and I riding the ski life to the top of the mountain. We both had so much fun that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444563948000620258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S476EG15ruI/AAAAAAAAARA/ErEvS1uQm_w/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we got ready and went to Aspen. We just wanted to walk around the town and see what was there. It was so much fun to see all of the crazy shops there, things were so so expensive. This is mom and dad while they were waiting for Bobby and I to come out of a store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418554595889610706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SzKSsjwPf9I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ZnjuS6OV-2k/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEW YEARS EVE 2010&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year for New Years eve we went to Utah to spend it with Gary and Jared and their families. That morning I watched Kirsten and Megan while everyone else went and did a session at the temple. When they got back Mom and Dad took us to lunch at Tucanos. After lunch we went over to Gary's house to get ready to go sledding at Rock Canyon Park. Everyone except for Mom, Laura and Che' came sledding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Megan and I right after we wrecked. Both of us had snow all over our faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986408502826450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4lfTOQXFdI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/vJYaWTNg5ZE/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986430880867378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4lfUhns5DI/AAAAAAAAAPo/VlbXt-O38jU/s320/098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad, Megan and Kirsten going down the hill. Right before they started going Kirsten jumped and grabbed onto the back of the sled. I was surprised how long she could hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986422266725202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4lfUBh7g1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/J8Spkw6j3fs/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan catching a ride up the hill. It's kind of hard to see Jared's boots in this picture but they are huge, and when I say huge I mean HUGE. Not only are the HUGE but, I'm pretty sure they go 60 below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986413601443650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4lfThP9z0I/AAAAAAAAAPY/wKf-2BmXY6s/s320/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just to put those boots into a little better perspective this is a picture I took last June. Garret was almost 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442993225137372850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4llgAMrvrI/AAAAAAAAAQA/uvw5WeJpFRk/s320/108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sledding we went over to Jared and Che's house to play games, watch movies, eat and just sit around and visit. The girls played a round of quarkle and a little bit later Gary, Laura, Bobby and I played a really intense game of risk, which Laura won. We didn't finish our game till around 1:15 am. It was a really long game. Some people took a little nap till midnight when we woke them up so we could go out side and yell "Happpppppppy New Year". It was really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442986446787397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S4lfVc4HRiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/WLKml48jemA/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444229366003394962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S43Jw3xh6ZI/AAAAAAAAAQI/H4cVdx_Wkhw/s320/130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;TAKING BOBBY TO SCHOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 1st of January mom, dad, bobby and I went to Idaho to take bobby to school. It was so much fun to see Jordan and Cherstin and some of my friends. My friend Richard and I have been friends for such a long time. Since we were in town I called him up to see if he and his brother wanted go bowling with my family and some other friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236333315471970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S43QGbCLOmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/__iGyDFfAeU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Katelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444634529324530706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S486Qew2_BI/AAAAAAAAARI/Vr2H7PhukYs/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Camille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236011165427442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S43Pzq7npvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WUsYWGBSztk/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Robert and Richard &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236018405536466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S43P0F5y8tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7If_35jxRdo/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bobby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444236027445294834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S43P0nlCtvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/L986mvZWDeI/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jordan showing off his guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444561152334595874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S473hYLLhyI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/nyHwCCE3WZg/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Mom and dad watching us all bowl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really love spending time with family and friend and am so grateful for them and all that they teach me.  My Dad and Mom are so awesome, they are always there for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-9029992633441202318?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/9029992633441202318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=9029992633441202318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/9029992633441202318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/9029992633441202318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2009/12/week-before-christmas-mom-and-dad-took.html' title=''/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/S476EG15ruI/AAAAAAAAARA/ErEvS1uQm_w/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-4622973723683327697</id><published>2009-04-16T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:38:13.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skates</title><content type='html'>This post is for Sam.  Lately he has been telling me about how he can skate on the sidewalk all by himself now,so I was telling him that next time he came to my house to bring his skates so we could go skating together, then so he asked me if I would put a picture of my skates on my blog so he could see what they looked like.  So here it is Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SegR8A9emZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IJ0vH5FQJZI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325526282113292690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SegR8A9emZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IJ0vH5FQJZI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1734634088456127350-4622973723683327697?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4622973723683327697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=4622973723683327697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/4622973723683327697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/4622973723683327697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2009/04/skates.html' title='Skates'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SegR8A9emZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IJ0vH5FQJZI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-9123382703578922562</id><published>2009-04-13T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:00:25.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour De St. George</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the 28th of March Kassie, Aaron, Jared, Che', Dad, and I all rode our bikes in the Tour De St. George. We all rode in the 30 mile ride. It was so much fun to take a weekend off and have fun spending time with family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216063516118482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqTQVOjdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UDhRD0dU9J0/s320/330+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Sam just hanging out waiting for everyone else so we could go to dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216071063214482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqTscmGZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/EmycGdQq48s/s320/331+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kassie and Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216075790999698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqT-DyYJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m6Ci_bbu6GM/s320/336+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jared and Che'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216080543524306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqUPw4JdI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DhVraxnhMV8/s320/344+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad waiting for dinner at the pizza factory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223129446175042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNwui-O0UI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZaoA5qI8gbc/s320/342+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just out side the Pizza Factory Sam and Garret found this old fire truck. They had fun playing on it while we were waiting to get our table. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324216081432683506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqUTE3o_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/UDkgPTq1COo/s320/339+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; Sam and Garret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223156291014754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNwwG-ikGI/AAAAAAAAANA/dCpFz-34qes/s320/358+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam and his dog Rosebud. Sam didn't go anywhere without her. It was so cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223170000748018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNww6DMffI/AAAAAAAAANI/0Sd3fJzVRyI/s320/374+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From left-right- Me, Aaron, Garret, Kassie, Dad, Che', and Jared. This was all of us right before the ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229681878391106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN2r8rz2UI/AAAAAAAAANo/bCWtOZjNDFk/s320/383+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229676284744962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN2rn2LlQI/AAAAAAAAANg/9jR-AYJaTms/s320/381+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Che'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223187122484706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNwx51VdeI/AAAAAAAAANY/5BHZcpp-2Ms/s320/379+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kassie and Aaron&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324223176446157330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNwxSD5ohI/AAAAAAAAANQ/YPaffw3IEFU/s320/376+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Me and Kassie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229689269446994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN2sYN-aVI/AAAAAAAAANw/Tai7R7JeFxw/s320/399+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;All of us just after we finished the ride. It was so much fun riding with everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229696001128418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN2sxS7t-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/R17XplBwSSY/s320/406+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron and Garret running through the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324229692884328802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN2slr1IWI/AAAAAAAAAN4/39Z4WBogIMs/s320/403+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garret playing in the water. He was so funny the day before this picture he was riding in the car with me and my parents while we were driving the course. He kept saying that he didn't want to be in the car and he just wanted to go back to the hotel and go swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom: We're going to go back to the hotel soon pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garret: I'm not a pumpkin I'm just a "big kid"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231202495609666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN4EdbNO0I/AAAAAAAAAOI/WB5HHkqChGk/s320/413+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam looking like a stud in his cowboy boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324231205690262882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeN4EpU3xWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ow-HSIcW6TA/s320/414+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is my favorite picture of my dad and Garret walking back to the cars. &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/1734634088456127350-9123382703578922562?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/9123382703578922562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=9123382703578922562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/9123382703578922562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/9123382703578922562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2009/04/tour-de-st-george.html' title='Tour De St. George'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SeNqTQVOjdI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/UDhRD0dU9J0/s72-c/330+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-7006629918799915139</id><published>2008-11-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:40:12.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Kassie out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Kassie had surgery on her foot my mom and I went down and helped her out. It was really fun to have my mom there to have fun and help me out since I couldn't do a ton because of school. It was also really nice to have my mom there because I got really sick and slept for like 2 days straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Aaron had to work all night the night before one of Kassie's appointments so I got to take her. After the Doctor left the room we hurried and took a few pictures of her foot before she got her cast on. Its pretty sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402851543814850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCt-ZizEsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xUEr4-hvT3k/s320/DSC04734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kassie in her wheel chair. She got to where she could get around her house really good. She was also able to spin some pretty good doughnuts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402829719931986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCt9IPlDFI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ue0a8Gnaquk/s320/DSC04658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Since Kassie couldn't really do much we did a lot of puzzles. We actually did five puzzles but I don't have a picture of the fifth one. It was really fun doing these puzzles. Kassie would stay up really late and just have fun laughing and talking while doing puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269405282313399186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCwL43ba5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/u2hxac-_sDg/s320/DSC04744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC1jqzQRDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bqONUH3WYTk/s1600-h/DSC04804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269411188412793906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC1jqzQRDI/AAAAAAAAAL4/bqONUH3WYTk/s320/DSC04804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410185015672338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0pQ2vPhI/AAAAAAAAALo/zONxOEdZ4lw/s320/DSC04795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410170421268738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0oafKUQI/AAAAAAAAALQ/NY5GF7y_ddc/s320/DSC04808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;During the Saturday session of conference it rained a lot. Sam had been asking to go jump in the puddles all day. So that night while Aaron was at the priesthood session Sam, Garret and I went puddle jumping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sam and Garret would go up and down the gutters saying march march march, and would march like soldiers. It was so much fun and we went inside soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269405296345999746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCwMtJD6YI/AAAAAAAAAKY/PbEHBPYEAZo/s320/DSC04783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is all of us after a fun time puddle jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC1jEVXrYI/AAAAAAAAALw/KIPrl8DdJ80/s1600-h/DSC04784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269411178086903170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC1jEVXrYI/AAAAAAAAALw/KIPrl8DdJ80/s320/DSC04784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and Garret really like to make cookies. One day Kassie asked me to make some cookies for something she had to go to. So Sam and Garret had fun helping me. If you ask my mom she will tell you that Kassie is addicted to sugar (even though we didn't even have very much sugar while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269402835701103650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCt9ehmfCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Uw_gdcR4VCA/s320/DSC04692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we were at a fabric store and saw these masks. I had my camera in my purse, so I had Kassie take pictures of me with all of them on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillary Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408299829805314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCy7h_ZwQI/AAAAAAAAALA/vpI_6G6RiQo/s320/DSC04762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;John McCain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410177614586930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0o1SLpDI/AAAAAAAAALY/orKpfDjQw0o/s320/DSC04763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Barack Obama (our new President of the USA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0pNfvrBI/AAAAAAAAALg/G_EhHpGVFac/s1600-h/DSC04766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410184113925138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0pNfvrBI/AAAAAAAAALg/G_EhHpGVFac/s320/DSC04766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few fun pictures of Garret that I got while I was there. He is such a funny boy and has such a funny since of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garret with a really big smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408289817076002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCy68sLoSI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ZnO-FvhIOUo/s320/DSC04697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this is one of my favorite pictures of Garret. He really likes to play cowboys and super hero's. I took this picture one day while he was in a cowboy mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408292500938114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCy7GsEHYI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Vct2e_FKe0s/s320/DSC04726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;One night I went into the boys room at around 10:00 and found Garret wide awake and sitting at the end of his bed. I thought It was pretty funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408281040236306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCy6b_nrxI/AAAAAAAAAKo/hdUOz9dw3Lo/s320/DSC04690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I lived in Aztec New Mexico as a kid we lived on MORRIS DR. I thought it was the coolest thing having our road named after us. Ever since we moved away I've been wanting a picture of it so when I was there this time we got a picture of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269403923157612530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCu8xnb9_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/PTv2jipT_n8/s320/DSC04742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I would get a picture of me by the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269408273277639090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCy5_E32bI/AAAAAAAAAKg/JxSnZ9aoNRU/s320/DSC04741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On our way out of town we stopped at my favorite place to get ice cream, the "vanilla moose". This place brings back such good memories from my childhood. I remember going to this place to get ice cream cones for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt;. They are so good and huge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0oFHgdzI/AAAAAAAAALI/wfVWknrq7yA/s1600-h/DSC04811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269410164684912434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSC0oFHgdzI/AAAAAAAAALI/wfVWknrq7yA/s320/DSC04811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-7006629918799915139?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7006629918799915139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=7006629918799915139&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/7006629918799915139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/7006629918799915139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2008/11/helping-kassie-out.html' title='Helping Kassie out'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SSCt-ZizEsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xUEr4-hvT3k/s72-c/DSC04734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-3585342951854271888</id><published>2008-10-27T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:36:02.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOTOJA</title><content type='html'>I thought I would play catch up and post pictures of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOTOJA&lt;/span&gt;. At the beginning of September my brothers all did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lotoja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bike race. They started in Logan UT at 7:30 in the morning and rode 206 miles and over 3 mountain passes. In the first 5-10 miles my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt; got in a crash with a bunch of other bikers. They all finished, some with cuts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bruises&lt;/span&gt; and others with really bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;helmet&lt;/span&gt; hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261866668074889522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXn2yYScTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hoTv18susjM/s320/658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jordan&lt;/span&gt; the night before the race picking up their packets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261865893681253090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXnJtidSuI/AAAAAAAAAII/bflojCOnoZ4/s320/409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron, Gary, Jordan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jared&lt;/span&gt; right before the race started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXow_mBQwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wgDcwd166xg/s1600-h/724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867668054557442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXow_mBQwI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wgDcwd166xg/s320/724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of the girls were the support crew for the boys. We would go the the next stop and have fresh food and water for them. We had fun driving all day and some of the night watching them ride. Kassie made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ROMO&lt;/span&gt; (rogers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;morris&lt;/span&gt;) Racing team logo. She put it on some iron on paper so the girls could make shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXoKTa17_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/8LQ4Ucz2rio/s1600-h/734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867003361488882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXoKTa17_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/8LQ4Ucz2rio/s320/734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was me on top of the last mountain pass playing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kassie's&lt;/span&gt; crutches. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt; to take some pictures of the boys riding past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXlxgyP9qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dBv91frERrs/s1600-h/419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261864378429339298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXlxgyP9qI/AAAAAAAAAIA/dBv91frERrs/s320/419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jordan's&lt;/span&gt; bloody knees at the first stop. They looked pretty bad. He also bent the rim on his front tire, which he rode with most of the race. At the last stop that we made with them Jared traded tires with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-3585342951854271888?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/3585342951854271888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=3585342951854271888&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/3585342951854271888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/3585342951854271888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2008/10/lotoja.html' title='LOTOJA'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SQXn2yYScTI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hoTv18susjM/s72-c/658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-7847909275089148478</id><published>2008-08-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:42:23.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Pictures from New Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZwhlNml-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MdUp3zH_XGA/s1600-h/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234995339091941346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZwhlNml-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MdUp3zH_XGA/s320/DSC04036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam making a silly face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZudZDbqXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X23QTKbcKlU/s1600-h/DSC04019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234993068085324146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZudZDbqXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/X23QTKbcKlU/s320/DSC04019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZudzuQWlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PgPeJW9-c5M/s1600-h/DSC04020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234993075244259922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZudzuQWlI/AAAAAAAAAGM/PgPeJW9-c5M/s320/DSC04020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and Garret relaxing after a long day at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZueBn1jAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/k3-4ZFx6xxY/s1600-h/DSC04036.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZuec0Gj2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/AE0LehJUzOQ/s1600-h/DSC04119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234993086274637666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZuec0Gj2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/AE0LehJUzOQ/s320/DSC04119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam sleeping with the sword that his uncle Jared made for him.  It was so cute, for about a week he wouldn't go to bed until he had his sword in his hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZueiaFIMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Huv4GO-c1ws/s1600-h/DSC04046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234993087776104642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZueiaFIMI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Huv4GO-c1ws/s320/DSC04046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying on "Papa's" glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZkIJjEthI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F4AsCyjQfLo/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234981708029539858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZkIJjEthI/AAAAAAAAAF0/F4AsCyjQfLo/s320/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garret is always trying to get every last drop of ice cream out of his bowl. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZkIfHu1MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pgKCmuBptv4/s1600-h/DSC03948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234981713820439746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZkIfHu1MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pgKCmuBptv4/s320/DSC03948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks like he got most of it out of his bowl. Whatever isn't in his tummy in on his face. Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZix7KKrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zzUNx-A7lw4/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234980226698227202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZix7KKrgI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zzUNx-A7lw4/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Garret getting loves from his "mama"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234980233659337474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiyVF0ywI/AAAAAAAAAFU/f4jArxzKtAk/s320/DSC04138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiyKOni6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ritap__v5i0/s1600-h/DSC04137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234980230743428002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiyKOni6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ritap__v5i0/s320/DSC04137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My grandma has this apron and chef hat, and Garret loves to put it on and play "Cooker Man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiyqzKrXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YJ1KjFicEi0/s1600-h/DSC04147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234980239486659954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiyqzKrXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/YJ1KjFicEi0/s320/DSC04147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a picture of me after giving blood. I did really good while I was giving blood but after I was done I got a little bit dizzy and passed out. I did a pretty good face plant so I hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234981708019544818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZkIJgsMvI/AAAAAAAAAFs/aghtxaCxXsY/s320/DSC04221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiy9kjmvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/moXcxSsxS9E/s1600-h/DSC04216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234980244525652722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZiy9kjmvI/AAAAAAAAAFk/moXcxSsxS9E/s320/DSC04216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is garret playing cowboy before we went to a rodeo. I'd have to say he's the cutest cowboy I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-7847909275089148478?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7847909275089148478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=7847909275089148478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/7847909275089148478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/7847909275089148478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-pictures-from-new-mexico.html' title='More Pictures from New Mexico'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKZwhlNml-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/MdUp3zH_XGA/s72-c/DSC04036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1734634088456127350.post-4159079656753184618</id><published>2008-08-15T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:39:29.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2008 With My Sister and Her Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This summer I had the wonderful opportunity to go and live with my sister and her family. It was so great to be able to spend time with her and to be able to get to know my Nephews and Brother-in-law a little bit better. In the mornings when I was down there I would play with Sam and Garret and then in the afternoon my sister and I took a class at the community college. It was so much fun playing with Sam and Garret and building a great relationship with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Being silly on the swings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234781630668311170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuKHS5ioI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZG3eQACjIUg/s320/DSC03978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234781625797225090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuJ1JiqoI/AAAAAAAAACc/CsieF6jfSSg/s320/DSC03969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kassie took me to this park after we cut my hair. These were the coolest swings I have ever played on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July in Provo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cortez&lt;/span&gt; on a job and decided to come get Sam and I so we could go to Provo with him and Mom. We had so much fun hanging out with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795923277521362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW7KDaeodI/AAAAAAAAAEk/V96Mv-d1uTc/s320/DSC04059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laura, Megan, Sam and Kirsten&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795911476713874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW7JXc8mZI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pgOo_jhjXBs/s320/DSC04049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam and Megan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234782735753026082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWvKcDoGiI/AAAAAAAAADk/1DjeKem488M/s320/DSC04070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of us with Jack Sparrow after the parade in Provo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234788961300360978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW000BxrxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1N4Q3052l88/s320/DSC04073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sam, Me, Kirsten, Jordan and Megan sitting on a big wall watching the parade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kevins&lt;/span&gt; office at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234787135296613010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWzKhojqpI/AAAAAAAAADs/6v2vcrmBFIQ/s320/DSC04080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 2 years we have gone to uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kevins&lt;/span&gt; office at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; to eat dinner, go hot tubing and then watch the fireworks when they start. This pool that Jordan I are sitting in is 36 degrees. We had a competition to see who could sit in it the longest. The winner got a pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; shorts. Gary made it about a minute, Jared made it about 3 minutes. Jordan and I were both to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; to get out so after 12 1/2 minutes my uncle brought us both a pair of shorts. I say I won because I sat down about 30 seconds before anyone else. This is a picture of Jordan and I sitting in the cold pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234787146339010610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWzLKxRSDI/AAAAAAAAAD0/zOyiNRTylEM/s320/DSC04107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234787148496639986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWzLSzsF_I/AAAAAAAAAD8/J7unQm_057k/s320/DSC04111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and Dad enjoying watching the beautiful fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234787154522313650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWzLpQUk7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/hS5qBVWvnGQ/s320/DSC04076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad finishing up a wrestling match that I started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kassie and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuKTuXyzI/AAAAAAAAACs/d-o3z4RKmsw/s1600-h/DSC03986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234781634004765490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuKTuXyzI/AAAAAAAAACs/d-o3z4RKmsw/s320/DSC03986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beautiful sister Kassie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234782713020535362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWvJHXx0kI/AAAAAAAAADM/xnVj67jWF-Q/s320/DSC04038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I thought this was a good picture of my sister and I. I'm kinda bummed that it was blurry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun with Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234781644022957010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuK5C5Q9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/8Ysh0TFA4uE/s320/DSC04013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dani and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234781640066352402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuKqTkRRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6rsCVqJija8/s320/DSC04009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dani having fun with sparklers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234778736057244866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWrhoB13MI/AAAAAAAAACU/IkBj8EskNLw/s320/DSC04008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Samuel having fun with his sparkler&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234782709864505154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWvI7nUn0I/AAAAAAAAADE/Xu3bIRpzthw/s320/DSC04014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kassie did all our toes. This was the first time that my friend Dani can remember having her toes painted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWrgW5D4SI/AAAAAAAAAB0/adzAMLHZDj0/s1600-h/DSC03972.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun at the park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWrhNmRW0I/AAAAAAAAACM/AB3COonDPw4/s1600-h/DSC03987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234778728962284354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWrhNmRW0I/AAAAAAAAACM/AB3COonDPw4/s320/DSC03987.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Sam Garret and I. I think its the only picture of all 3 of us from the summer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fun before Bedtime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795929246742194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW7KZpptrI/AAAAAAAAAEs/BYL6DIzL89w/s320/DSC03950.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam and Garret love to play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Fu&lt;/span&gt; Panda and Ninja Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795937206051330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW7K3TTIgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/cTSFqpkdqeE/s320/DSC03952.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of Garret running to attack me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234795945907601794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKW7LXt6QYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/J4jAYDLwHk4/s320/DSC03951.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Samuel and one of his many poses &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1734634088456127350-4159079656753184618?l=kammiemorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4159079656753184618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1734634088456127350&amp;postID=4159079656753184618&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/4159079656753184618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1734634088456127350/posts/default/4159079656753184618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kammiemorris.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-2008-with-my-sister-and-her.html' title='Summer 2008 With My Sister and Her Family'/><author><name>kammiemorris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13110162109861615810</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SL1w6XQXZ1I/AAAAAAAAAG4/BuxuNJDcVB8/S220/DSC03779.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_evIeLpWWNfo/SKWuKHS5ioI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZG3eQACjIUg/s72-c/DSC03978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
