<?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-8243510476533400157</id><updated>2011-10-23T22:11:57.531-06:00</updated><category term='Summer Bucket List'/><category term='Weekends in Wales'/><title type='text'>Katherine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-7964571929860652673</id><published>2011-04-01T17:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:41:16.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Look How Far You've Come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night we had the opportunity to listen to a fantastic talk given by Sister Adair for our Relief Society birthday celebration. I was touched and will try to summarize what she said, although I probably will not do it justice. She began her talk by relating an experience that took place as she hiked Mount Ararat, one of the highest mountain peaks in Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Due to the ice-covered peaks, we were using ice axes to slowly make our way up the mountainside. About 45 minutes from the summit, the ice ax of the climber just ahead of me came loose from his pack and struck me in the forehead.  As the guide calmly cleaned and bandaged my "flesh" wound, I told him I didn't think I could go any further. I was physically tired and the weight of my injury seemed to much for me to bear. Our guide looked me straight in the eye and said "But just look how far you've come." In my mind, I re-traveled along the path that had brought me to the point I was at now; from Utah to Istanbul, into Turkey to a remote village at the base of Mount Ararat, and then 4 days of strenuous climbing to reach just below the summit. Mustering the remaining strength and will I had left, I finished the climb, and it was worth every setback I had encountered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sister Adair then applied this experience to our own lives. We are all struggling up our own snow-capped mountains, trying to reach the summit. Because we live in a fallen world, we are guaranteed to encounter hardship, setbacks, and our own "flesh" wounds along our journey. But as we allow it to work in our lives, the power of the Atonement can heal any pain, loneliness, or sorrow we may ever experience and help us continue on when we feel we must give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you feel like life has dropped an ice ax on your forehead, remember to look how far you've come and then to face forward and continue in faith toward the summit. &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/8243510476533400157-7964571929860652673?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/7964571929860652673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-look-how-far-youve-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7964571929860652673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7964571929860652673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-look-how-far-youve-come.html' title='Just Look How Far You&apos;ve Come.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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-8243510476533400157.post-5748496946482929044</id><published>2011-03-25T17:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T08:46:54.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daffodils and Daisies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week was one of those ridiculously busy weeks that has you running from dawn until dusk just to get everything done. On Saturday afternoon, I had finished my final test and was walking down the Testing Center stairs towards the tv screen that tells you your test score. At the base of the stairs there is a windowsill where people leave notes for friends, and I am definitely among the number that always takes a quick glance as they pass to see if they are lucky enough to have a note waiting for them. As I glanced over, I noticed a Gerber daisy sitting on the windowsill and I immediately thought of some cute boy leaving a flower for his girlfriend/wife. But when I got closer, "Turk" was written on the note and I realized that my sweet sister had left me a flower. I was grinning from ear to ear the entire way down south hill and when I opened our front door there was a vase of daffodils sitting on the table with tickets to Tangled and a note to "Princess Katherine" which said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These daffodils are yellow,&lt;br /&gt;I wish they were from some fellow,&lt;br /&gt;Single, handsome, dark and tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding a noble white steed,&lt;br /&gt;His hair ruffled by the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to catch you when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since they are not,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't conjure one up,&lt;br /&gt;We'll settle for the next best thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go watch Flynn Rider!&lt;br /&gt;He's a lover, not a fighter,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tonight in our dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll have hair that is long&lt;br /&gt;And a man to sing us a song.&lt;br /&gt;But for now it's just you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of our prince,&lt;br /&gt;And a magical kiss,&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying being single and free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Becca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Becca's words, this poem was a culmination of 18 years of creativity built up. I think that poetry writing is just one of her many talents that is just waiting to blossom. She is so amazing and kind and I feel so blessed to be her sister.&lt;br /&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/8243510476533400157-5748496946482929044?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/5748496946482929044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2011/03/daffodils-and-daisies.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/5748496946482929044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/5748496946482929044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2011/03/daffodils-and-daisies.html' title='Daffodils and Daisies.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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-8243510476533400157.post-2953486448411615772</id><published>2010-07-09T10:12:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:50:46.199-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Bucket List'/><title type='text'>Summer Bucket List.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the beginning of each year, my family would compile a "memory list" of all the fun things that we wanted to do as a family that year. The list was then posted on the side of the fridge where we could keep track of all the family memories we were making. With this tradition in mind and to help ensure that our summer was not totally wasted with sleeping in and studying for tests, Melinda, Ashlee and I made a Summer Bucket List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: The following list is a work in progress and may be added to at any time if an adventure arises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hike Mount Timpanogos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Float the Provo River&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make a fort in our living room and sleep in it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hike Y Mountain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go to Heber and get a shake from Granny's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Scone party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Triple Tandem Bike date down the Provo River Trail&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Manti Pageant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;CD 15 Photo Shoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hike Mount Nebo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;King Cone Competition&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Homemade Pizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weekly Temple Trips&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lay in the middle of University Avenue (our plan is at 3:00 am when everyone else is sleeping)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friendship Bracelets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shooting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Provo Farmers Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of the completed adventures include...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try  {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdNUz-PhFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z94kbQ3Aarw/s1600/P1030026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdNUz-PhFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z94kbQ3Aarw/s320/P1030026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491943290545603666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Organizing a ward trip down to Manti to see the Cottam family star in the Manti Pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdManU-8VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aXjr48KgBQY/s1600/P1020997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdManU-8VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/aXjr48KgBQY/s320/P1020997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491942290718912850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A CD 15 Photo Shoot with Melinda's frame. . . her newest addition to her wedding decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdLcEvhbRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7Rqz8mLAc2g/s1600/P1020916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdLcEvhbRI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/7Rqz8mLAc2g/s320/P1020916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491941216283094290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With three foot-tall ice cream cones from Maceys and a time limit of 60 minutes to finish, we set out on our greatest adventure      yet. . . the first annual KING KONG competition! Ashlee and Melinda both thought that I would be no competition, but with the chocolate ice cream slowing them down and the help of my hollow leg, I managed to finish just minutes before Ashlee, with Melinda coming in shortly after. Needless to say, a killer stomachache followed our short-lived victory and we spent the remainder of the day either moaning on the couch or trying to walk off the stomachache and 6,000+ calories we had just consumed.&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/8243510476533400157-2953486448411615772?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/2953486448411615772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2953486448411615772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2953486448411615772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-bucket-list.html' title='Summer Bucket List.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/TDdNUz-PhFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Z94kbQ3Aarw/s72-c/P1030026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-4038806352652500007</id><published>2009-09-19T18:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:46:52.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Daniel, Run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StJCagaQbdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JWHjNGopZqc/s1600-h/P1020303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StJCagaQbdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JWHjNGopZqc/s320/P1020303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391444727060000210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Friday afternoon Daniel called me to tell me about his cross country meet that was being held about a mile from my apartment...and began in 20 minutes. So I raced back from campus, jumped in my car, picked up Becca, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;raced&lt;/span&gt; to the meet. It was so much fun to see my favorite brother (who is 15 years old) racing around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kawanis&lt;/span&gt; park. Becca and I were definitely his biggest fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StJC0rdyv3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5sDABX5qRPM/s1600-h/P1020308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StJC0rdyv3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/5sDABX5qRPM/s320/P1020308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391445176704221042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sprinting to the finish line. Daniel continues to amaze me with how great he is doing at Wasatch and for trying out for the cross country team...something I would never do. Keep up the great work. I love you!&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/8243510476533400157-4038806352652500007?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/4038806352652500007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-daniel-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4038806352652500007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4038806352652500007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/run-daniel-run.html' title='Run Daniel, Run.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StJCagaQbdI/AAAAAAAAAO8/JWHjNGopZqc/s72-c/P1020303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-2704662355734055961</id><published>2009-09-18T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:21:17.592-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3p2ceDFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LUG1kRNE6PQ/s1600-h/P1020298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3p2ceDFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LUG1kRNE6PQ/s320/P1020298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391432896044993618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Harvy&lt;/span&gt;. Ashlee is taking anatomy this semester and he has become one of her best study-buddies for helping her get an A+ on her tests. To thank him for all the study help, Ashlee gave him a tootsie pop and brought him home to meet all of her amazing roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI25Vp9WtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N6citOkHbiQ/s1600-h/P1020293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI25Vp9WtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/N6citOkHbiQ/s320/P1020293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391432062609480402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee thinks that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Harvy&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3bfTuAgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cqSY5sL8lNw/s1600-h/P1020297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3bfTuAgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/cqSY5sL8lNw/s320/P1020297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391432649316106754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but what she doesn't know is that Melinda got her first kiss from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3HMH58QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qO3vyowH7aY/s1600-h/P1020295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3HMH58QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/qO3vyowH7aY/s320/P1020295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391432300568899842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OUCH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Harvy&lt;/span&gt; that really hurt... (said with a British accent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI2m81tKrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IsZCXC3L-8s/s1600-h/P1020294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI2m81tKrI/AAAAAAAAAOU/IsZCXC3L-8s/s320/P1020294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391431746710219442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly the most social thing we did all week was hang out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Harvy&lt;/span&gt; for a couple hours before Ashlee had to return him to the anatomy lab so that the next anatomy student could get help from him to ace their test.&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/8243510476533400157-2704662355734055961?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/2704662355734055961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/harvy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2704662355734055961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2704662355734055961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/harvy.html' title='Harvy.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StI3p2ceDFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/LUG1kRNE6PQ/s72-c/P1020298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-1746345838569680792</id><published>2009-09-14T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:47:08.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday: Casa Dea #15 style.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After two weeks of getting settled into our new apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dea&lt;/span&gt; (#15!), learning the best way to cook and grocery shop, and trying to manage the constant flow of homework and studying for tests, our apartment decided to celebrate our birthdays, all which fall within four months of each other. Melinda, Charlie, and Ashlee made good use of our 8 phonebooks by making paper chains and pomander balls from the yellow pages. I was subconsciously cheering them on while sleeping on our super-comfortable couch under the Happy Birthday sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StItkbJBSBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqqG-8x2mTA/s1600-h/P1020261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StItkbJBSBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqqG-8x2mTA/s320/P1020261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421807700035602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlee and Melinda also made a DELICIOUS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funfetti&lt;/span&gt; double-layered cake, complete with sprinkle frosting and a candle for each of us to blow out. There so many sweets already hiding in our cupboards and then we make more that I wouldn't be suprised if we gain the "Sophmore- sixty" by the end of the year. Oh the price you pay for roommates who are marvelous cooks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StItTcppSUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ehyWNSsV68E/s1600-h/P1020262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StItTcppSUI/AAAAAAAAAOE/ehyWNSsV68E/s320/P1020262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421516047534402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks to all who sent birthday wishes. One more year until I am no longer a teenager but the big 2-0! Crazy...time goes way to fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-1746345838569680792?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/1746345838569680792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-casa-dea-15-style.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1746345838569680792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1746345838569680792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-casa-dea-15-style.html' title='Happy Birthday: Casa Dea #15 style.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/StItkbJBSBI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vqqG-8x2mTA/s72-c/P1020261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-987346909214994732</id><published>2009-07-31T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:10:42.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With two temple dedications within the past few months, Salt Lake is the luckiest county in the country (confusing I know!) . I was dying to go to the open house for the Oquirrh Mountain temple but summer term at BYU was consuming every spare minute of my time. Finally my grandma and I siezed the opportunity to go on one of the last days of the open house...talk about procrasination. It was so beautiful and I don't think that I could pick a favorite part, although the Celestial room and Bridal Dressing room were absolutely gorgeous. Someday... but definetly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SpgE1C25MJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LQ0QT9kWcgw/s1600-h/P1020074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SpgE1C25MJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LQ0QT9kWcgw/s320/P1020074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375051464613376146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Laurel, Nolan Pope, and me standing in front of the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple.&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/8243510476533400157-987346909214994732?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/987346909214994732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/temple-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/987346909214994732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/987346909214994732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/temple-trip.html' title='Temple Trip.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SpgE1C25MJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/LQ0QT9kWcgw/s72-c/P1020074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-3446507778555397964</id><published>2009-07-24T20:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:47:36.732-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuna Salad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362956948971882722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0M7lEuiOI/AAAAAAAAANs/HWrJUxZ4xW4/s320/P1020069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today for lunch my Grandma Laurel and I made the yummiest tuna salad and I just wanted to share with you all some of the delicious things we added in case you are getting tired of the uncreative version of tuna with mayo, mustard, and pickles. You don't have to add all of these things but any combination would be very yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boiled Eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pickles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Celery &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frozen Corn or Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apples&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheese (yummy melted on top) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Craisins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunflower Seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wheat Germ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Avocado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mandarin Oranges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grapes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-3446507778555397964?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3446507778555397964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuna-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3446507778555397964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3446507778555397964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuna-salad.html' title='Tuna Salad.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0M7lEuiOI/AAAAAAAAANs/HWrJUxZ4xW4/s72-c/P1020069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-7490470356364055144</id><published>2009-07-19T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:26:42.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick Family Reunion.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As a result of my over-achieving decision to take summer term at BYU I wasn't able to go to the Oregon coast for the Brutsch family reunion (my mom's side of the family), which made me very sad. But taking place the same week up Provo canyon was the Patrick Family Reunion, so after I was done with classes on Thursday afternoon I enjoyed the beautiful drive up to the cabin and then spent a couple days with my Dad's side of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362951332153922578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0H0oy-FBI/AAAAAAAAANU/lZ9s77baL_g/s320/P1020039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday morning we held the traditional "17th of July" with sprint, 3-legged, and sack races along with the pie eating contest and the balloon and egg tosses. Katie Patrick and I (far right) were super speedy and won the 3-legged race. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362953048576064290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0JYi95eyI/AAAAAAAAANc/Ybh0f3Nx0es/s320/P1020064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the teenage girls that were at the reunion. On Friday night most of the teenagers stayed up until 5 am playing Phase 10 and Catch Phrase and then pretending we were all asleep when any adults came down to check on us...I don't think they were fooled. :) A bat that got into the cabin and was dive bombing us at about 3 am added to the excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362954055642910658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0KTKlWD8I/AAAAAAAAANk/8IPcKAZraA4/s320/P1020067.JPG" /&gt;My Grandma and I in front of the cabin right before we packed up and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-7490470356364055144?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/7490470356364055144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick-family-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7490470356364055144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7490470356364055144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/patrick-family-reunion.html' title='Patrick Family Reunion.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0H0oy-FBI/AAAAAAAAANU/lZ9s77baL_g/s72-c/P1020039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6495490649692429370</id><published>2009-07-05T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:25:44.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eagle Scout.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0EShw197I/AAAAAAAAANM/I3MrUJkfBVU/s1600-h/P1020028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362947447615518642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0EShw197I/AAAAAAAAANM/I3MrUJkfBVU/s320/P1020028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today my younger (but definitely not little) brother was awarded his Eagle Scout award. For his project Daniel tied over 100 fleece blankets that were delivered to an orphanage in Mexico when we went down over Christmas break to build a house. You don't usually think of people in Mexico needing blankets but the area where we went gets fairly cold during the winter and those wonderful children were so grateful. I am so proud of my amazing brother and for his willingness to serve. He has always been so kind to me, even when we were younger and I wasn't very nice to him. My mom always threatened that one day Daniel would be bigger than me and able to "beat the tar out of me" and now that it has happened I am grateful for his forgiving and loving heart. :) There isn't another 15 year old boy that I know that I would trade for Daniel and I feel so blessed to have him as a brother. I love you "D" and am so proud of the good things you are doing with your life. Keep up the good work! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-6495490649692429370?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6495490649692429370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/eagle-scout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6495490649692429370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6495490649692429370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/eagle-scout.html' title='Eagle Scout.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sm0EShw197I/AAAAAAAAANM/I3MrUJkfBVU/s72-c/P1020028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6328314030682377964</id><published>2009-07-05T18:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:26:20.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Land of the Free.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday morning, Mum Laurel and I loaded up our lawn chairs and snacks and headed over to Provo to watch the Fourth of July parade. I remember in years past getting up at 5 am with my family so that we could stake out a good spot along the parade route, but with only two of us this year we were able to get a perfect spot under the trees without having to wake up at the crack of dawn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362935692195550722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Smz5mRaUVgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yWJZ0UjDlSo/s320/P1020020.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Waiting in the shade for the parade to start. Although I loved the BYU float and the MTC float with all the missionaries (especially the Sisters!), my favorite part of the parade was seeing all the veterans and standing with my hand over my heart as the flag went by. I am so grateful for the freedoms we enjoy and for those men and women who have fought and are continuing to fight to protect them. I love this country and feel so blessed to be an &lt;em&gt;American&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936106287787250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Smz5-YBmbPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qlGiwC-eKHk/s320/P1020025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the parade we drove down to Wales for the Fourth festivities, which featured food, entertainment, and two very silly clowns. Brother Brower (left) in our ward is a long-time clown and asked Daniel (right) to help him. I was impressed what a good clown Daniel made...and how good of a shot he was with his flower squirt gun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362936725831345538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Smz6icAS5YI/AAAAAAAAANE/g7Jk7Fu3sUk/s320/P1020026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Besides squirting me with his flower while we were taking this picture, Daniel also became quite the balloon hat maker. I think the nose and white suspenders should become a permanent part of his wardrobe. :) The biggest disappointment of the day was that the fireworks were cancelled because of rain and lightning but other than that it was amazing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-6328314030682377964?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6328314030682377964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/land-of-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6328314030682377964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6328314030682377964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/land-of-free.html' title='Land of the Free.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Smz5mRaUVgI/AAAAAAAAAM0/yWJZ0UjDlSo/s72-c/P1020020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-7769682609805096915</id><published>2009-06-28T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T17:22:44.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Miracle Pageant cont.</title><content type='html'>As the Mormon Miracle Pageant comes to a close I feel a wave of mixed emotions: exhaustion from doing pageant six hours a night after commuting back and forth to Provo for summer term at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;, sadness for another year of pageant being over, and spiritually filled from the missionary experiences and spirit that I felt throughout the pageant. Our family has loved having family and friends come and see the pageant and we are so grateful for your continued love and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357702790923477170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SlpiTVEc4LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jnWC8vBepTc/s320/P1020015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Larsen family from Boise came to watch their amazing actress daughters Laurel and Anna Sue be in the pageant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although I loved performing in the pageant each night, nothing can compete with being a cast missionary. Each night before the show began some of the cast members had the opportunity to welcome the crowd and ask for missionary &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;referrals&lt;/span&gt;. I loved having the chance to be a missionary, even if it was only for a couple hours each night. Although it was a ton of work &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;participating&lt;/span&gt; in the pageant, I wouldn't have traded the experiences I had and the spirit I felt the past four weeks for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-7769682609805096915?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/7769682609805096915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/mormon-miracle-pageant-cont.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7769682609805096915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7769682609805096915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/07/mormon-miracle-pageant-cont.html' title='Mormon Miracle Pageant cont.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SlpiTVEc4LI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jnWC8vBepTc/s72-c/P1020015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6945357700552037789</id><published>2009-06-17T14:49:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:32:45.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormon Miracle Pageant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The month of June is here again which means Manti Pageant callbacks, rehearsals, costume fittings, and performances for hours every night for the next couple weeks. Our entire family (excluding Dad) and two of our Larsen cousins, Laurel and Anna Sue, from Boise ID have been working hard to learn their parts and are loving being part of the pageant. Here are a couple of pictures of us practicing on the temple hill...with more pictures coming soon of the aspiring Cottam actors and actresses decked out in stage makeup and costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348404517260182642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlZkkZjRHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-xBgB2aiXy0/s320/P1010045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daniel is part of the Joseph Smith vignettes and looks very happy to be holding a girl's hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405005695579202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlaA_9n9EI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Z_Yqga2t7sA/s320/P1010054.JPG" /&gt;Becca tried out and got the part of a wicked High Priestess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348411982086240914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlgXFCxepI/AAAAAAAAAMc/vtO0zmG3Znw/s320/P1020009.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia, mom, David, Laurel, Benjamin, Anna Sue, and Daniel all decked out in their &lt;em&gt;Christ in America&lt;/em&gt; costumes. Don't they look amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348406209997653538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlbHGVnRiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NxmUq_fyJ_Y/s320/P1010067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alisa and I were both cast as Mary Henshaw and I have loved getting to know her as we have practiced trudging across the plains, dying, and then coming back at the end for our Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348405527818936210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlafZBiH5I/AAAAAAAAAME/q6rqoeuLbCA/s320/P1010063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;David, Julia, me, and Jade waiting to rehearse our next scene. There were three Roberts and Marys cast for the pageant and Jade and I were paired together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although it has been &lt;em&gt;tons&lt;/em&gt; of hard work and we are beginning to experience pageant fatigue, we wouldn't miss the opportunity to be in the pageant for anything. We hope you can all come and experience the Manti Pageant and feel the amazing spirit that is present. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-6945357700552037789?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6945357700552037789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/mormon-miracle-pageant.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6945357700552037789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6945357700552037789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/mormon-miracle-pageant.html' title='Mormon Miracle Pageant.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlZkkZjRHI/AAAAAAAAAL0/-xBgB2aiXy0/s72-c/P1010045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-1141158492247630013</id><published>2009-06-17T14:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:45:16.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cottam Definition of Goober.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;adj.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a goofy, nonconforming individual that does funny things with the intent to make people laugh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348394021460021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlQBofykDI/AAAAAAAAALs/3NXlmw51nPU/s320/P1010026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daniel was walking around the house the other day with &lt;em&gt;no shirt, no shoes, and no problems. &lt;/em&gt;Ignoring his older sister's plea to put a shirt on he decided to creatively make his wardrobe &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; modest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f5a1f11eeba6c8f1" 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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5a1f11eeba6c8f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AEA47F0968D3E645FC4DA83F34CA23382A34CDD.57EF9B9FDD8259037021C933CF342CCF1E022FC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5a1f11eeba6c8f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do3TPvJbngaYEovP39nod6NUUlE0&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://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df5a1f11eeba6c8f1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330354697%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3AEA47F0968D3E645FC4DA83F34CA23382A34CDD.57EF9B9FDD8259037021C933CF342CCF1E022FC0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df5a1f11eeba6c8f1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do3TPvJbngaYEovP39nod6NUUlE0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Another goober moment in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cottam&lt;/span&gt; family. Becca taught David to swing around his head and say "Hey There Little Pretty Lady" and he kinda went wild with it. It makes me laugh everytime I watch it so I hope it makes your day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. His bouncing eyebrows are the best part :)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-1141158492247630013?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9fc413a49e60bd1b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f5a1f11eeba6c8f1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/1141158492247630013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/cottam-definition-of-goober.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1141158492247630013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1141158492247630013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/cottam-definition-of-goober.html' title='Cottam Definition of Goober.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjlQBofykDI/AAAAAAAAALs/3NXlmw51nPU/s72-c/P1010026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-2996783176555371478</id><published>2009-06-01T19:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:01:54.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor DVD.</title><content type='html'>This morning I accidentally cut my finger on the apple slicer, and upon seeing the cut David quickly ran and got his first aid kit. He told me not to be scared and then explained how he would use each of the items in his homemade kit to doctor me up. The dialogue went something like this with David pulling each item out of his first aid kit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I will use the things you use to clean out the potatoes in your ears (Q-tips) for the blood and then use the thing you put on before the band-aid (anti-bacterial ointment). Then tie the band-aid on with string and paper clips. I have cough drops and a book too that will make you feel better."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he had gone through the lengthy process of putting a band-aid on my finger and I had thanked him he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You're welcome. You can just call me Doctor DVD!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-2996783176555371478?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/2996783176555371478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-dvd.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2996783176555371478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2996783176555371478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/doctor-dvd.html' title='Doctor DVD.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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-8243510476533400157.post-3352417207761735714</id><published>2009-05-23T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:49:34.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjANFZ7OVDI/AAAAAAAAALk/FEOany5ZKYU/s1600-h/P1000773.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Wasatch Academy's graduation and my amazing little sister graduated from High School and is now moving on to bigger and better things (aka &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt;!!!). We had Baccalaureate in the morning, where they had an inspirational speaker and a number of the Seniors perform musical numbers. Following a delicious lunch we had graduation and Becca swept the board of most of the academic, athletic, and service awards that were given and gave a spectacular speech about her experiences at Wasatch Academy. It was so great to have Mum Laurel, Grandma Loni, and our cousin Lindsey there to help us celebrate Becca's accomplishments. Congrats Becca! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345785935938111522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjAL_EzeyCI/AAAAAAAAALc/cD7bLcqZyIM/s320/P1000786.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was so busy taking a million pictures of graduation with Becca's camera that I kinda forgot until the end to take any with my camera so I had pretty slim pickings on the pictures for the post. &lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-3352417207761735714?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3352417207761735714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3352417207761735714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3352417207761735714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SjAL_EzeyCI/AAAAAAAAALc/cD7bLcqZyIM/s72-c/P1000786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6732302356863844661</id><published>2009-05-18T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:30:40.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaches and Swings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Friday morning we bid farewell to Anaheim and headed north to spend the day with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghazi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esthere&lt;/span&gt; on the beach. It was wonderful to see them both again and while there we were royally spoiled with good food (including &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghazi's&lt;/span&gt; famous hummus), good company, and a great view of the beach. We couldn't get enough of the beach this trip and spent most of Friday afternoon and Saturday morning playing on the beach, catching crabs, and trying unsuccessfully to get tan before we left California. But the most amazing thing about the beach was the swing set we found. I absolutely &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; swings and to have a swing set on the beach where I could look out at the waves while I swung was &lt;em&gt;heaven&lt;/em&gt;. After a delicious breakfast at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;IHOP&lt;/span&gt; we said goodbye to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghazi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esthere&lt;/span&gt;, and California....and headed back &lt;em&gt;home.&lt;/em&gt; Thank you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tante&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esthere&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ghazi&lt;/span&gt; for your kindness and generosity. We loved spending time with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345173051200271794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3ekfPIdbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Kh77ibsAHuU/s320/P1000691.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;David did a pretty good job burying himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172775161887154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3eUa6c-bI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZewR3s0BAmM/s320/P1000673.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dad enjoying the soft sand and warm sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172503849144466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3eEoMdEJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Kh12SJhCsqs/s320/P1000687.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brrrrr&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172265481007314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3d2wND8NI/AAAAAAAAAKc/DMbzGVJaOXM/s320/P1000686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David digging for crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172025355456770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3doxqq0QI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5mXgljOQAbU/s320/P1000659.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Julia the seaweed queen. She spent hours rescuing the adrift seaweed from the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345173329100908562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3e0qfzqBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vjZHTI5PQMI/s320/P1000706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the Beach - David. Benjamin. Julia. Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345175258470717842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3gk99amZI/AAAAAAAAALU/EygKv5OD7wE/s320/P1000758.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know what it was about this trip but I &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; taking pictures of my beautiful family (yes I am a little biased) holding hands and looking over their shoulders. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345174757314202658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3gHzAZDCI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ei0hhpmfPuo/s320/P1000741.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345175024583742898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3gXWqalbI/AAAAAAAAALM/i-a75u1mdYo/s320/P1000752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love these last two pictures of Julia and me....&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-6732302356863844661?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6732302356863844661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/beaches-and-swings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6732302356863844661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6732302356863844661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/beaches-and-swings.html' title='Beaches and Swings.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3ekfPIdbI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Kh77ibsAHuU/s72-c/P1000691.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6318529287621494504</id><published>2009-05-18T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:29:09.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Encinitas.</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning Melinda and I rode the train from Anaheim to Encinitas and then spent the day being very lazy and seeing some of the sights in Encinitas with her family. The first (and most amazing) stop was at the flower market. I have never seen anything quite like the huge warehouse full of every flower you can imagine but I was in heaven...especially with the rows of Gerber daisies in every color. After the flower market we ran some errands, soaked up some sun by the side of the pool, made caramel brownies, and watched Pirates of the Caribbean after Melinda was horrified that I had&lt;em&gt; never &lt;/em&gt;seen it before. Overall it was a lovely day spent with Melinda and her amazing family. Thank you Melinda for sharing your beautiful family with me and thanks to the Wilkins for the wonderful day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345166297634669074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3YbYPnghI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ia7fCwtntqg/s320/P1000641.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Melinda and Della in the freezers at the flower market. Look at all those gerber daisies!&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-6318529287621494504?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6318529287621494504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/encinitas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6318529287621494504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6318529287621494504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/06/encinitas.html' title='Encinitas.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Si3YbYPnghI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Ia7fCwtntqg/s72-c/P1000641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-2783994284382661313</id><published>2009-05-17T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:29:58.555-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLlMtkuNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ciATprGCRxI/s1600-h/IMG_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wednesday was spent at the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Happiest Place On Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where we did 35 attractions (rides, shows, etc) throughout the day. Once again the weather was beautiful and there were hardly any lines. When asked what his favorite rides were David answered "Big Thunder Mountain, Matterhorn, and Space Mountain"...the three biggest roller coasters in the park. What a fearless kid! Due to Melinda's expert knowledge of all the "special" things there are to do at Disneyland if you are just willing to ask, Julia, Benjamin, and David got to be up in the ship cabin on the Mark Twain Riverboat. As we sailed around the island they got to pull the whistle, ring the bell, help the captain steer the riverboat, and were made honorary captains of the Mark Twain. Later in the day we also went to see the Jedi Training Academy and Julia, Benjamin, David, and about 20 other kids from the audience were chosen by the force to be trained as Jedi's. Upon the completion of their training, the stage rose up and the stormtroopers, Darth Vader, and Darth Maul appeared. Then after their unsuccessful attempts to convince the newly trained Jedi's to join the dark side, each Jedi fought Darth Vader with their light sabers. So fun to watch and to cheer on the Jedi's and a great way to end another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342084929414006114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLl8JGwhWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ISqIaIIMbUo/s320/P1000610.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My beautiful family and Melinda walking down Main Street in Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342080114564252338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLhj4ZHwrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Ecczk32Sxxs/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;In front of Sleeping Beauty's Castle. We got to walk through it which was a first because it had been closed for years. The coolest part was the picture of Sleeping Beauty's dress at the very end that changed color...blue! pink! blue!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342080691159987634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLiFcYQdbI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mebxYB5JqUg/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benjamin, Melinda, Julia, and David sailing the Mark Twain around the island.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342081654050886482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLi9fbVk1I/AAAAAAAAAJc/j56Zq6lOocU/s320/IMG_1044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this picture because it perfectly shows what my sister is like. Ready to face anything, stand up for what she believes, and never willing to back down even when her opponent is feet taller than her and a lot scarier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082073335870018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLjV5YqskI/AAAAAAAAAJk/6Uo8KhQ_9rU/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Activate! Left shoulder, right shoulder, left leg, duck!, left leg, right leg, to the head, deactivate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; See what an amazing Jedi I would have made! It's ok because Benjamin had the combination down and did it perfectly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342082805924450466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLkAifZUKI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IzPF7ueCHmY/s320/IMG_1048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Darth Vader definitely didn't intimidate this Jedi. David fought amazing and even used his height to his advantage...he didn't have to duck. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342083503074388242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLkpHk5KRI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bjEzsINtZdY/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The three Cottam Jedi's after receiving their diplomas as honorary graduates from the Jedi Training Academy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342084114569639714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLlMtkuNyI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ciATprGCRxI/s320/IMG_1064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum Laurel, Benjamin, David, Katherine, Melinda, Julia, Mom, and Dad riding on the trolley in Toon Town&lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-2783994284382661313?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/2783994284382661313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneyland.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2783994284382661313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/2783994284382661313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiLl8JGwhWI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ISqIaIIMbUo/s72-c/P1000610.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-19831142556811915</id><published>2009-05-17T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:58:09.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California Adventure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning we got up early, packed our lunch, and then spent the day in California Adventure. The weather was absolutely perfect, there were no lines, and our excellent tour guide Melinda knew the ins and outs of everywhere we went. The only bad thing about the entire day was I realized how old I must be getting because I actually felt sick after going on multiple "wild" rides in a row, something that doesn't happen very often. I experienced a mini mid-life crisis and was forced to go and ride the Bumper Cars and Caterpillar Train in "a bugs land" to assure myself that I am still a kid at heart. We also went to the sourdough and tortilla factories (yea free samples!) and rode &lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Soarin' Over California&lt;/em&gt; and the new Toy Story ride five or six times each - definitely our favorite rides of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341859002975972226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIYdfia64I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-PHEfCVe8lI/s320/P1000582.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Riding on the Caterpillar Train &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341859360593846466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIYyTxKoMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/FaIHrdt_prQ/s320/P1000564.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mum Laurel, Julia, and Dad on the Mickey Ferris Wheel overlooking Paradise Pier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341860125285833298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIZe0d8WlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/tvsZ7N0CkKA/s320/P1000585.jpg" /&gt; I am not quite sure what happened here...I think David fell asleep at the wheel and hit a "Daddy long-legs" that was crossing the street. Julia was horrified, I am not sure why Benjamin was smirking, and the three lovely ladies in the back were all ready for the picture to be taken. &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341861971753695666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIbKTGL-bI/AAAAAAAAAJE/VePPAqsRo7M/s320/P1000589.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Meeting Goofy...lets just say that Dad was in awe, inspired, speechless, and felt like he had died and gone to heaven. Don't you just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that smile?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&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/8243510476533400157-19831142556811915?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/19831142556811915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-adventure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/19831142556811915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/19831142556811915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/california-adventure.html' title='California Adventure.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIYdfia64I/AAAAAAAAAIs/-PHEfCVe8lI/s72-c/P1000582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-239625025972165873</id><published>2009-05-17T22:11:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:28:36.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past week the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cottam&lt;/span&gt; clan (minus Becca and Daniel who both still had school) and Grandma Laurel took a trip to California. We left on Sunday afternoon and stayed overnight in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas where our three bedroom condo was upgraded to a Suite because the resort had overbooked the rooms we had reserved. Needless to say we were all a little excited because these country bumpkins have never stayed in a Suite. The next day we drove the rest of the way to California, stopping for lunch at In-N-Out Burger (a first!), explored Downtown Disney while Mom and Grandma did the grocery shopping for the week, and spent the afternoon at the beach with my roommate Melinda and her family. It was so much fun... especially roasting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smores&lt;/span&gt; in the bonfire on the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 180px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341841198945755106" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIIRKW1X-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pYfy5dssN4k/s320/P1000512.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this picture...four of the most important people in my life holding hands, walking down a beautiful lane of palm trees (I love how green everything is in California!), and looking like they are confident and ready to face whatever comes their way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 180px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341840400324896418" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIHirQyJqI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oGbOuosLiQk/s320/P1000511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Pirate we befriended in Downtown Disney&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 180px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341843715637279282" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIKjpw2ejI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RBtKSul-_88/s320/P1000526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p align="left"&gt;Upon our arrival at the beach David excitedly exclaimed &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dad look it's real sand!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For the next few hours he built sandcastle after sandcastle and then watched as the waves washed each of them away. He was so engrossed in his work that when I broke his concentration to take a picture he wasn't very happy...hence the annoyed look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the next few hours he built sandcastle after sandcastle and then watched as the waves washed each of them away. He was so engrossed in his work that when I broke his concentration to take a picture he wasn't very happy...hence the annoyed look. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-239625025972165873?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/239625025972165873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/california.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/239625025972165873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/239625025972165873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/california.html' title='California.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiIIRKW1X-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/pYfy5dssN4k/s72-c/P1000512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-6731158102290784853</id><published>2009-04-25T17:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:19:30.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Races Begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was the Pinewood Derby for the cub scouts and Julia, Benjamin, David, and I (yes I am still a scout at heart) all raced our cars. We all did great with Julia winning 1st in the family catogory, Benjamin winning 1st in the bear den, and David and I cheering eachother's cars on as they raced down the track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341706301077213218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGNlEosUCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M6_cE3bazbA/s320/P1000474.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The Viper"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341706663077136178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGN6JMMxzI/AAAAAAAAAIM/kOLq7NAVSHc/s320/P1000468.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My personal favorite..."The Y"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341705971273510386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGNR4BXLfI/AAAAAAAAAH8/paRhx4S4eVE/s320/P1000473.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The Speedster" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341703237814671554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGKyxF_WMI/AAAAAAAAAH0/0BuOzeZ1tG4/s320/P1000477.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cottam racing team&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-6731158102290784853?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/6731158102290784853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-races-begin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6731158102290784853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/6731158102290784853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-races-begin.html' title='Let the Races Begin!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGNlEosUCI/AAAAAAAAAIE/M6_cE3bazbA/s72-c/P1000474.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-3623386235603742748</id><published>2009-04-24T16:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:59:22.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Finals and Goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>Well this past week has been filled with with a lot of goodbyes and finals. Victor is now an official missionary and entered the MTC on April 15 (tax day!). Although it was a tough &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;goodbye I am so glad that he is serving a mission and can't wait until it is my turn. The rest of the week was spent studying like crazy and then standing in line for hours at the testing center to take my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;finals&lt;/span&gt;. After finishing my last &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; at 10:30 on Wednesday night my roommates and I made a run to Wendys and then pulled an all-nighter to finish cleaning our rooms and&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; packing. At 4:30 am we bought breakfast (muffins and milk) out of the vending machines and made our &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;final &lt;/span&gt;trek of the year up to the top of the Y to watch the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341697649522666994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGFtfFWbfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IUEIwu9sA7w/s320/P1000462.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nathan, Melinda, Staci, and Ashlee on the Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341697920439556386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGF9QU-GSI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Akc3yrKYq1Y/s320/P1000465.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;em&gt;final &lt;/em&gt;thing to do before I left was to say goodbye...but luckily they are just for the summer. Overall it was an amazing end to a fantastic freshman year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-3623386235603742748?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3623386235603742748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-finals-and-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3623386235603742748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3623386235603742748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-finals-and-goodbyes.html' title='A Week of Finals and Goodbyes.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SiGFtfFWbfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IUEIwu9sA7w/s72-c/P1000462.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-4244882812586134158</id><published>2009-04-06T17:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:59:53.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conference Weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Saturday Victor and I went to the morning session of General Conference at the Conference Center in Salt Lake. It was such an uplifting experience and although we were up in the nosebleed section the spirit was so amazing. I loved when Elder Eyring spoke about how the disciple who accepts the oportunity to grow will be given the Lord's help to overcome the trial and how sometimes the hard things we are asked to do serves as the relief that others need. I am amazing every conference how certain talks seem like they were written to strengthen and direct me at that time in my life. I spent the rest of the weekend with my family at my Grandma Laurel's house where we were fed well and frequently. Mmmm. We also got to spend some time with Grandma Loni on Sunday afternoon and celebrate Easter a week early so that I could hunt for Easter eggs too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4LCGpHOJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t5NZj8zUSJk/s1600-h/P1000445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331711139623942290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4LCGpHOJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t5NZj8zUSJk/s320/P1000445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4MCR9IgLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SdYNnRf2P2c/s1600-h/P1000449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331712242172330162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4MCR9IgLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SdYNnRf2P2c/s320/P1000449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Julia and David looking for Easter eggs. We forgot the easter baskets at home...but grocery sacks work just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4M2o7pFUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jn6rr8ZmMDU/s1600-h/P1000450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331713141693289794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4M2o7pFUI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jn6rr8ZmMDU/s320/P1000450.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel's excitement for egg hunting could not be contained and he was forced to break out into song part way through to express his excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-4244882812586134158?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/4244882812586134158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/conference-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4244882812586134158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4244882812586134158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/05/conference-weekend.html' title='Conference Weekend.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4LCGpHOJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t5NZj8zUSJk/s72-c/P1000445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-7423681375595191989</id><published>2009-03-19T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:00:03.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Klutzy Kate.</title><content type='html'>It was such a beautiful day today and the fact that I had difficulty walking up stairs, running on flat ground, and eating food just added to the excitement. At lunch I managed to spill food on the sleeve of my shirt and my backpack and I tripped and bruised my knee while walking up the stairs after class. But the best showing of my talent today happened when we were played soccer. While sprinting for the pass, I managed to trip over the ledge of the basketball court (about an inch tall) and sprawl on the ground with the soccer ball hitting me about a second later. Now don't you all wish you were as talented as me? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-7423681375595191989?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/7423681375595191989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/klutzy-kate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7423681375595191989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/7423681375595191989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/klutzy-kate.html' title='Klutzy Kate.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-4658167161424552438</id><published>2009-03-16T22:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:00:29.331-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventure of Donating Blood.</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time Katherine and her friend Melinda went and donated blood in the Wilk. All went well until in their rush and excitement for a juice box and crackers Melinda fainted and started shaking. In frantic desperation Katherine recalled all the nursing knowledge that she had been taught but drew a blank and was forced to call upon the help of the knight in shining armor (aka blue scrubs) who had expertly drawn their blood a few moments before. About a half hour later Melinda had gained enough strength that they could continue on their journey to their St. Patricks Day family home evening activity where they gained spiritual strength to conquer the dreaded testing center later that night. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4Qzux3rMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eZJ9mp_rhMY/s1600-h/P1000331.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331717489769819330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4Qzux3rMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eZJ9mp_rhMY/s320/P1000331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Two very exhausted princesses from the magical land of BYU following Melinda's successful defeat of her Biology test.&lt;br /&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/8243510476533400157-4658167161424552438?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/4658167161424552438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventure-of-donating-blood.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4658167161424552438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4658167161424552438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/adventure-of-donating-blood.html' title='The Adventure of Donating Blood.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sf4Qzux3rMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eZJ9mp_rhMY/s72-c/P1000331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-8814532659499092000</id><published>2009-03-15T17:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:00:42.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2JvdgYbwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2Elf3uey9cw/s1600-h/P1000328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313554583834357506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2JvdgYbwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2Elf3uey9cw/s320/P1000328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past week has been so crazy. Studying for my three midterms was a full time job in itself with homework and a 5K fun added on top. Actually the only reason I ran the 5K on Saturday was for extra credit in my Physiology class...cause who pays money to run for fun? Definitely not me. :) We had six girls (Staci, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaylin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Desta&lt;/span&gt;, Lindy, Ashlee, and I) who ran from our floor in the 5K race and although running the race wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I was so tired and sore afterwards. Overall it was a great (and very stressful) week and I love my school more than ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-8814532659499092000?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/8814532659499092000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-crazy-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/8814532659499092000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/8814532659499092000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-crazy-week.html' title='My Crazy Week.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2JvdgYbwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2Elf3uey9cw/s72-c/P1000328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-3467057294267364579</id><published>2009-03-15T16:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:54:20.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2G-DWDqaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5x-gew0UbE4/s1600-h/P1000322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2G-DWDqaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5x-gew0UbE4/s320/P1000322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313551535974885794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have I mentioned lately how much I love my family...cause i do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; they come up to Provo they stop and visit their favorite college student and totally make her day 100 times better than it was. Anyways I just thought I would let you all know the sentimental things that have been on my mind lately. :)&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/8243510476533400157-3467057294267364579?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3467057294267364579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3467057294267364579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3467057294267364579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2G-DWDqaI/AAAAAAAAAGM/5x-gew0UbE4/s72-c/P1000322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-4662508444526925974</id><published>2009-03-08T16:55:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:00:52.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Sports.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2HjrJr9MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nEj8xPBKS4c/s1600-h/P1000325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313552182315578562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2HjrJr9MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nEj8xPBKS4c/s320/P1000325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend Melinda, Brad, Victor, and I all went to dinner and Comedy Sports in Provo. To tell you the truth I wasn't quite sure what Comedy Sports was and I was a little worried because my coordination is not that great and I am definitely not good at anything that has to do with comedy. But to my surprise we just got to sit in the crowd and laugh till our sides hurt and we cried...although Victor and I did volunteer to be part of one of the games. It was so fun and I suggest going if you have never been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-4662508444526925974?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/4662508444526925974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/comedy-sports.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4662508444526925974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4662508444526925974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/comedy-sports.html' title='Comedy Sports.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2HjrJr9MI/AAAAAAAAAGU/nEj8xPBKS4c/s72-c/P1000325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-1511566594760364894</id><published>2009-02-17T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:02.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvelous Weekend in Wales.</title><content type='html'>What do you get when you cross three crazy college girls, zebras and shooting clay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pigeons&lt;/span&gt; in the middle of nowhere?....A marvelous weekend in Wales! We made the trek down to Wales on Sunday morning and were almost late for church because the doors of Staci's car were frozen shut. Then on Monday we showed Melinda and Staci the many attractions of Wales which included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2ArCVMXHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWYS3oaz3s/s1600-h/P1000278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313544612215544946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2ArCVMXHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWYS3oaz3s/s200/P1000278.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2ASEn6haI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MKc2OBOErDo/s1600-h/P1000281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313544183334208930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2ASEn6haI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MKc2OBOErDo/s200/P1000281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb1_yvJh8cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zfu4aPsOiJc/s1600-h/P1000274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543644993679810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb1_yvJh8cI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zfu4aPsOiJc/s200/P1000274.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tromping in our boots through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;...mud to visit the zebras and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miniature&lt;/span&gt; horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2A-QLu0hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HsrGVz3tvzk/s1600-h/P1000292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313544942351471122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2A-QLu0hI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HsrGVz3tvzk/s200/P1000292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2BOI7TG2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FB_FgbvlqYo/s1600-h/P1000294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313545215281404770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2BOI7TG2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/FB_FgbvlqYo/s200/P1000294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and shooting clay pigeons up the canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Like always it was an amazing (and to short) trip down to one of my favorite places in the entire world. Wales doesn't have skyscrapers or huge shopping malls where everything imaginable to buy is available. But that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; because I loved growing up there and am so grateful for the experiences I had and the people that blessed my life while I was there.&lt;br /&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/8243510476533400157-1511566594760364894?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/1511566594760364894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/marvelous-weekend-in-wales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1511566594760364894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1511566594760364894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/marvelous-weekend-in-wales.html' title='Marvelous Weekend in Wales.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/Sb2ArCVMXHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/dyWYS3oaz3s/s72-c/P1000278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-35184051264062351</id><published>2009-02-15T23:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:11.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day.</title><content type='html'>So I have never been a really big fan of Valentines Day and this year wasn't any different. I fought Victor for a month before and tried to convince him that we could just eat peanut butter, honey, and banana sandwiches (very yummy!) and watch a movie instead of making a big deal about it but I finally gave in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SbK8UMSitlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2bVYSlqEWhU/s1600-h/P1000239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310513965705639506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SbK8UMSitlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2bVYSlqEWhU/s200/P1000239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SbK_r4rIAXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XWj1F4BxDP4/s1600-h/P1000233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310517671291781490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SbK_r4rIAXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/XWj1F4BxDP4/s200/P1000233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I got back to the dorm after my class on Friday there was a beautiful vase of gerber daisies on my desk. Victor was at state wrestling all day Friday and Saturday but he drove down during his lunch break and got in cahoots with my roommates to get the flowers up to my room before I got back from class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Valentines Day we went to Ruby River Steakhouse for dinner and it was so good. Victor then taught me how to make hemp bracelets, something I have wanted to learn how to do for months, and we watched Second Hand Lions. All-in-all Valentines Day turned out to be a lot less painful than I thought it would be. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-35184051264062351?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/35184051264062351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/35184051264062351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/35184051264062351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/03/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SbK8UMSitlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/2bVYSlqEWhU/s72-c/P1000239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-979945740509476351</id><published>2009-01-31T13:31:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:21.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Masquerade Ball.</title><content type='html'>Last night Melinda, Ashlee, Staci, I and our dates went to a Masquerade Ball at the old Provo Town Hall. We had quite the adventure the entire week shopping for dresses at DI, making masks, trying not to be too excited, and getting ready for the dance but by the time Friday night rolled around we were ready and looking gorgeous. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9By64icGI/AAAAAAAAADg/01oY9g75sdc/s1600-h/Masquerade+Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300527629494022242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9By64icGI/AAAAAAAAADg/01oY9g75sdc/s400/Masquerade+Group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our group from left to right:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Victor and I, Melinda and Beau, Ashlee and Paul, Staci and Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9Es9uD5cI/AAAAAAAAADo/y1O4wgZE0Cs/s1600-h/Gorgeous+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300530825711052226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9Es9uD5cI/AAAAAAAAADo/y1O4wgZE0Cs/s400/Gorgeous+Girls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gorgeous Girls :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9HGlNzAVI/AAAAAAAAADw/AMf9TRqBWSA/s1600-h/melinda%27s+%2815%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300533464833130834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9HGlNzAVI/AAAAAAAAADw/AMf9TRqBWSA/s400/melinda%27s+%2815%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Beau is not really that short but he thought his mask made him look like a racoon so he was doing the pose for us. Oh and don't you just love Victor's white suspenders? I thought they were pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9IoCTdcWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qlnrg7Z2gms/s1600-h/P1000146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300535139088822626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9IoCTdcWI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Qlnrg7Z2gms/s400/P1000146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ashlee and I may be a little bit biased but we both think that our guys are pretty amazing. They remind us of little kids sometimes...after the first time they met they were "best friends". For most of us when we were younger we would be instant friends with someone we met on the playground, but these two did it at nineteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9MNFuLwBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/28NJldEM3aA/s1600-h/Victor+and+Kate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300539074196258834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9MNFuLwBI/AAAAAAAAAEA/28NJldEM3aA/s400/Victor+and+Kate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Victor and Kate. Thanks Becca for letting me borrow your dress. It was amazing and matched perfectly with Victor's white suspenders. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9NerWlxZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dAyDMv92mos/s1600-h/IHOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300540475867252114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9NerWlxZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dAyDMv92mos/s400/IHOP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously dancing makes you hungry because about midnight we were all starving and had to make a run to a 24-hour IHOP. Mmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-979945740509476351?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/979945740509476351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/masquerade-ball.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/979945740509476351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/979945740509476351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/masquerade-ball.html' title='Masquerade Ball.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY9By64icGI/AAAAAAAAADg/01oY9g75sdc/s72-c/Masquerade+Group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-1171848262631158961</id><published>2009-01-21T18:43:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:31.680-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends in Wales'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Weekend in Wales.</title><content type='html'>To finish off our great weekend down in Wales Ashlee, Melinda, Victor, and I went snowboarding up Fairview canyon. It was a beautiful day and the few trails with powder that we found among the many hard-packed trails were amazing to snowboard on. And guess what...I landed my first jump! I thought I had gotten at least a couple feet of air but my dreams were quickly crushed when Victor informed me that he liked my "bunny hop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SYo0qQUPz1I/AAAAAAAAACg/x695Uoohb94/s1600-h/P1000099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299105812093849426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SYo0qQUPz1I/AAAAAAAAACg/x695Uoohb94/s200/P1000099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melinda and I both spent a lot of time sitting in the snow among the trees just enjoying the beautiful mountain scenery...aka we aren't very good at snowboarding yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY85oZovukI/AAAAAAAAACw/-xS4HKAnAFI/s1600-h/P1000110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300518652677700162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY85oZovukI/AAAAAAAAACw/-xS4HKAnAFI/s200/P1000110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee and Melinda bulding a snow fort. Being from California neither of them have ever built one before but I was very impressed with their snow-fort-building skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY866JyxH0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bbwmpidhzd8/s1600-h/P1000119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300520057174040386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY866JyxH0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Bbwmpidhzd8/s200/P1000119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia on the other hand has built one to many snow forts and is doing it the easy way....smart girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY87p-eNSEI/AAAAAAAAADI/PryKxZhHUa0/s1600-h/P1000121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300520878768736322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY87p-eNSEI/AAAAAAAAADI/PryKxZhHUa0/s200/P1000121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY888U4T4aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jvpt_BdAZiE/s1600-h/P1000123+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522293533073826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SY888U4T4aI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jvpt_BdAZiE/s200/P1000123+%282%29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both David and Benjamin kept going off the jump and then running back up to the top of the hill to ride back down again. Their excitement for life makes me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-1171848262631158961?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/1171848262631158961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/fabulous-weekend-in-wales.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1171848262631158961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/1171848262631158961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/fabulous-weekend-in-wales.html' title='Fabulous Weekend in Wales.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SYo0qQUPz1I/AAAAAAAAACg/x695Uoohb94/s72-c/P1000099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-3938378962190463198</id><published>2009-01-18T23:43:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:40.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekends in Wales'/><title type='text'>Pistol Packin' College Students.</title><content type='html'>After two weeks of hard work at school my roommates Melinda and Ashlee made the trek down to Wales with me to spend the weekend. Upon our arrival my amazing dad was anxiously waiting to take three college girls shooting up the canyon. I know we look very intimidating with those big guns... but don't worry the only things we shot were a bunch of cans. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQnpVz4ExI/AAAAAAAAABY/Hpa8TFTIF5g/s1600-h/P1000072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292899053250024210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQnpVz4ExI/AAAAAAAAABY/Hpa8TFTIF5g/s200/P1000072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQpbe_d1SI/AAAAAAAAABo/Asovf9v5Hkc/s1600-h/P1000071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292901014219642146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQpbe_d1SI/AAAAAAAAABo/Asovf9v5Hkc/s200/P1000071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Dad and Daniel we were pro shooters in no time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQsKCHjkfI/AAAAAAAAACI/CWqoilZX3rg/s1600-h/P1000074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292904012946051570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQsKCHjkfI/AAAAAAAAACI/CWqoilZX3rg/s200/P1000074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrD8t7b3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i171Zrj7pR0/s1600-h/P1000094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292902808905543538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrD8t7b3I/AAAAAAAAABw/i171Zrj7pR0/s200/P1000094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't they look like movie stars off of a really intense action film?...they even have the stylin' movie star glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQs0zR0JSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HRzk7iVlq_I/s1600-h/P1000085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292904747696923938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQs0zR0JSI/AAAAAAAAACQ/HRzk7iVlq_I/s200/P1000085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then there is the blond that looks like she doesn't know what she is doing. Seriously who gave this girl a gun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQopbKNc7I/AAAAAAAAABg/2hB4iSi7AfU/s1600-h/P1000076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292900154197504946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQopbKNc7I/AAAAAAAAABg/2hB4iSi7AfU/s200/P1000076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrERlzGEI/AAAAAAAAACA/M8VvIQfRmkU/s1600-h/P1000097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292902814508587074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrERlzGEI/AAAAAAAAACA/M8VvIQfRmkU/s200/P1000097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrEDKqNUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c0oWNfo1Y-0/s1600-h/P1000095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292902810636662082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQrEDKqNUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c0oWNfo1Y-0/s200/P1000095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are with the big guns. It's to bad that our arm muscles aren't identical to the size of the guns we were shooting. Oh well. All in all we were quite the shots...just call us Melinda, Ashlee, and Katherine Oakley(the long lost cousins of Annie Oakley).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-3938378962190463198?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3938378962190463198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pistol-packin-college-students.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3938378962190463198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3938378962190463198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/pistol-packin-college-students.html' title='Pistol Packin&apos; College Students.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SXQnpVz4ExI/AAAAAAAAABY/Hpa8TFTIF5g/s72-c/P1000072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-5544408371852847498</id><published>2009-01-10T12:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:26:53.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I looked out the window and what did I see...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SWj11lV638I/AAAAAAAAABI/6MLsLW6bVyU/s1600-h/P1000035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SWj11lV638I/AAAAAAAAABI/6MLsLW6bVyU/s200/P1000035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289748063252570050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have felt a little sleep deprived all week, I decided to make good use of my snooze button and sleep in this morning. When I finally rolled out of bed at 9:30 I looked out my third floor window and beheld a beautiful sight...a hot air balloon floating right over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; campus! I know it seems kinda crazy to be getting excited on a cold winter morning about a little balloon full of hot air but it made my day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-5544408371852847498?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/5544408371852847498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-looked-out-window-and-what-did-i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/5544408371852847498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/5544408371852847498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-looked-out-window-and-what-did-i-see.html' title='I looked out the window and what did I see...?'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</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/_VShQw-RkLJQ/SWj11lV638I/AAAAAAAAABI/6MLsLW6bVyU/s72-c/P1000035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-4324284603601512548</id><published>2009-01-06T22:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:01:53.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind.</title><content type='html'>Wow I am not doing so hot on my goal to keep up on my blog... but don't worry I have an excellent excuse because I didn't see one computer with the internet in Mexico that I could have used to keep everyone posted on our amazing trip. (details and pictures coming soon!) After spending ten days in Mexico I drove back early Monday morning to be back at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BYU&lt;/span&gt; for my 8 am Human Physiology class and am now trying to cope with the start of another semester and the foot of snow that has fallen over the past 24 hours. So far my classes are going great and my schedule, which includes English 150, Human Physiology, Chemistry, Book of Mormon, and a history class about the impact of the printing press, is keeping me busy and out of trouble. :) I am glad to be back with my roommates and friends but am already missing my family and my hometown of Wales. My excitement and anticipation for this new semester continues to build and I feel so blessed to be able to attend such an amazing university. Life is good and although it is sometimes tough, I have learned that with the "not so good things" in life comes incomprehensible joy... and it is those few moments of joy in our lives that make it all worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-4324284603601512548?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/4324284603601512548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-grind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4324284603601512548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/4324284603601512548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8243510476533400157.post-3201187899068865172</id><published>2008-12-21T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:02:14.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal of my Wonderful Life!</title><content type='html'>As my mom can attest to...I am pretty horrible at writing in a journal. I don't know what it is about writing in my journal but no matter how many times I commit to faithfully write in it each week, it only seems to last for about a month before my journal gets covered with dust from being stashed some odd place and unopened until I decide to commit once again. So I am hoping that by creating a blog my journal writing dilemma will just disappear. (probably not but it is worth a try right?) So if it seems like my blogs are getting few and far between just remind me of my goal to become an amazing journal writer. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8243510476533400157-3201187899068865172?l=kcottam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/feeds/3201187899068865172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-of-my-wonderful-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3201187899068865172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8243510476533400157/posts/default/3201187899068865172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kcottam.blogspot.com/2008/12/journal-of-my-wonderful-life.html' title='Journal of my Wonderful Life!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04778828558567546766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
