<?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-9095319231666947659</id><updated>2011-12-07T11:02:50.404-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Terracotta Warriors'/><category term='Chinese food'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Foshan'/><category term='Hong Kong'/><category term='China'/><category term='movies'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='Family'/><category term='books'/><category term='Beijing'/><category term='Yangshou'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='LDS Church'/><category term='michael buble'/><category term='Math'/><category term='Yangshuo'/><category term='Zoo'/><category term='Mud Caves'/><category term='Sweaty Sue'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Fat Kid Club'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='email'/><category term='Work'/><category term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category term='Blessings'/><category term='dating'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='Yin Hau Temple'/><category term='kids'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Shoes'/><category term='Moon Hill'/><category term='Logan'/><category term='TV'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='Weddings'/><category term='Utah State'/><category term='Great Wall of China'/><category term='music'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Muslim Quarters'/><category term='school'/><category term='Happiness'/><category term='Renshou Temple'/><category term='Parker'/><category term='Forbidden City'/><category term='housing'/><category term='Lama Temple'/><category term='food'/><category term='Trains'/><category term='Scholarship'/><category term='fun'/><category term='Xi&apos;an'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Keara Lei</title><subtitle type='html'>A Little About Me and My Life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1586740517629200643</id><published>2011-12-06T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T14:50:39.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumbledore Oil Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRJXyQfYObg/Tt6cCEC6Z4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLQwrGSACJE/s1600/IMG_0519.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRJXyQfYObg/Tt6cCEC6Z4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLQwrGSACJE/s320/IMG_0519.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this semester I am auditing a Painting 1 class. I couldn't actually sign up for the class since I haven't taken any of the Art prerequisites, but the teacher is letting me sit in. &amp;nbsp;Its been a blast! The last painting we had to turn in had to be a portrait in an interior of some sort. It took me DAYS to figure out what I wanted to paint, but i finally did! And its MAGICAL (pun intended). Lets just say I took my Harry Potter obsession to a whole new level! Here it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1586740517629200643?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1586740517629200643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumbledore-oil-painting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1586740517629200643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1586740517629200643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/12/dumbledore-oil-painting.html' title='Dumbledore Oil Painting'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iRJXyQfYObg/Tt6cCEC6Z4I/AAAAAAAAAUs/dLQwrGSACJE/s72-c/IMG_0519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-59132674628392760</id><published>2011-01-06T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:55:29.253-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I really wish I could Apparate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes, as in most of the time, I want to be in two places at once.&amp;nbsp; Usually those two places are my home in South Jordan and my home in Logan. I love them both so much, and there are people in both places that I want to be with all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dang that two hour drvie....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The nerd in me wishes everyday that I could apparate like in Harry Potter. I mean, seriously, how cool would that be??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thats all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-59132674628392760?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/59132674628392760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-really-wish-i-could-apparate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/59132674628392760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/59132674628392760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-really-wish-i-could-apparate.html' title='I really wish I could Apparate..'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-5926698279211514221</id><published>2011-01-02T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:05:49.472-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Year&apos;s Eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>New Year's Eve 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and a few of my friends decided to throw together a last minute New Year's Eve party.&amp;nbsp; It ended up being AWESOME.&amp;nbsp; There was a pretty good turnout. It was fun to see some of my friends I haven't seen in awhile, and to see my friends I see a lot :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Elk steak and Moose jerky - compliments of Jeremy G. and Ken. And a whole bunch of other snacks. Then we played a ton of games, but we had to split into two groups to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy K., Brandon, Chelsey, Jeremy G., Megan, a girl, Austin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh, Kati, Tyson, Andee, Ken, Me and Brittany&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken also brought a word search that his cousin made for him ten years ago. He hasn't finished it and was hoping to get some help.&amp;nbsp; The word search is huge- it is 1,000 words and I think, if I remember correctly, that there are 23, 760 letters, give or take a couple hundred.&amp;nbsp; And they are smart words- I bet half of them I don't even know, they're like scientists and stuff. I am starting to think his cousin is a genius. I got a little overwhelmed, so I made a goal of finding one a year. I found one word in time for 2010, and I found another word I'm counting for 2011 haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFg8UD0lAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Wbv3xg2CA38/s1600/New+Years+Eve+2010+007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFg8UD0lAI/AAAAAAAAATE/Wbv3xg2CA38/s320/New+Years+Eve+2010+007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken, Brittany, and me working on the huge word search&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFhBxxyHkI/AAAAAAAAATI/h_Y3f1yPw_0/s1600/New+Years+Eve+2010+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFhBxxyHkI/AAAAAAAAATI/h_Y3f1yPw_0/s320/New+Years+Eve+2010+008.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The letters are TINY, and the handwriting isn't the best... haha&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At midnight we went outside- from my porch we could see fireworks going off all over the valley. It was cool. We tried to sled down a pathetic hill, but it didn't work, we just got really cold. Then we went inside and found a game all of us could play (one of my all time favorites) - SIGNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone got super into it and we had a blast! I love that game. Chelsey, Megan and I play it all the time up at school, so we are pretty good at passing our signs back and forth really fast which makes the game really fun. Andee's husband, Tyson, giggled like a girl through the whole thing- haha it was the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think we ended that game around 2 o'clock in the morning when some of the people started to leave.&amp;nbsp; The rest of us sat around and talked for a couple more hours.&amp;nbsp; For some strange, unknown reason, Chelsey, Megan and I had a sit up&amp;nbsp;competition at 3:30 in the morning.&amp;nbsp;CHelsey and I&amp;nbsp;tied (I guess... But really, I won... haha). We both did 55 sit ups.&amp;nbsp; Then we just leaned back at forty five degree angles. I think I won that one. And I think I won the planks too... haha who knows. It was too late to do anything like that. We're crazy.&amp;nbsp;My abs finally started to get sore today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Around four all the boys finally left and us girls could get ready for our sleepover.&amp;nbsp; Except we didn't. We ended up talking til 5:30 in the morning. Again- we were crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was probably the funnest New Year's Eve party I've been to in awhile! Soooooo much fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I love all of my friends :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-5926698279211514221?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/5926698279211514221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5926698279211514221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5926698279211514221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-eve-2010.html' title='New Year&apos;s Eve 2010'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFgxANa02I/AAAAAAAAAS8/d9eJPQ6YoXg/s72-c/New+Years+Eve+2010+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6426209001580932006</id><published>2011-01-02T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:09:42.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Week of Weddings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four of my friends were married this week! Two different couples: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taisa &amp;amp; Andrew and Amanda &amp;amp; Preston.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Taisa and Andrew were married on Tuesday, December 28. Taisa was my roommate this year, so by default, Andrew was too haha. We got to be really close, and I'll miss Taisa. Our other roommate, Jordan, is also moving out and I'll miss her a ton. My camera battery died so I didn't get any pictures at the wedding. But I stole one from Chelsey :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKfEWxBdI/AAAAAAAAASk/mhK7lCImPAU/s1600/DSC00434%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKfEWxBdI/AAAAAAAAASk/mhK7lCImPAU/s320/DSC00434%255B1%255D.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friends Amanda and Preston were married on Wednesday, December 29. Preston lived in my dorm building freshman year.&amp;nbsp; Megan, Amanda's twin, was my roommate. But Amanda and Preston didn't ever meet until after Preston got home from his mission and went to a party at Chelsey's house (go Chels!!)﻿ and the rest is history! Amanda is in my major, so we've gotten to be pretty close while bonding over our math nerdiness. I was lucky enough to be one of her bridesmaids too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again, I had to steal pictures from Chelsey... haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Lamb!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;They're soooo happy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKqWiXVlI/AAAAAAAAASw/DLPk1wfRINU/s1600/PC290058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKqWiXVlI/AAAAAAAAASw/DLPk1wfRINU/s320/PC290058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the bridesmaids!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKtLz_xKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wpWMBccQeh8/s1600/PC290060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKtLz_xKI/AAAAAAAAAS0/wpWMBccQeh8/s320/PC290060.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Best friends!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKu0NNo-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7cZFrhGyjI/s1600/PC290220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKu0NNo-I/AAAAAAAAAS4/Q7cZFrhGyjI/s320/PC290220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Megan caught the bouquet!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿I'm so happy for all of my friends! You are all wonderful! Congrats!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6426209001580932006?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6426209001580932006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/four-of-my-friends-were-married-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6426209001580932006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6426209001580932006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2011/01/four-of-my-friends-were-married-this.html' title='Week of Weddings!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TSFKfEWxBdI/AAAAAAAAASk/mhK7lCImPAU/s72-c/DSC00434%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7113425842537787750</id><published>2010-12-24T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T22:13:04.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Final Grades/Christmas Break</title><content type='html'>So I did way better in school this semester than I thought. Its pretty awesome! I got a 3.83 GPA! I got A's in Discrete Math, Calculus 3 and English and a B+ in my Stats 5200 class. (I was SOOOO close to an A... almost had a 4.0) But I am still pretty stoked!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This break has been pretty nice so far! Really boring sometimes but really relaxing. I always kind of go through a little bit of an identity crisis at the end of each semester. I don't know what to do with myself with all my homework and studying done. But hey, I am DEFINATELY not complaining!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've also gone on a couple of dates with a really cute boy :) All i'm going to say is &lt;em&gt;butterflies&lt;/em&gt;. And that I suck at dating. I'm always super insecure about everything. Andee, I'm going to publicly appolgize for bothering you like a 16 year old girl. Ha. But, I wont say anything more until I have more to tell.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow I get to talk to Casey!! I'm so excited! I miss him a ton. He's my buddy, and I get so bored at home with him gone. But he gets home in like 7 months! Yay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7113425842537787750?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7113425842537787750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-gradeschristmas-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7113425842537787750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7113425842537787750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/final-gradeschristmas-break.html' title='Final Grades/Christmas Break'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7825192919340833148</id><published>2010-12-18T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T13:14:44.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>The Mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go to the mall, everybody!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, yesterday I went to the mall with Andee to get a tie for my brother for his Christmas present (boring, I know, but what else do missionaries need?) and guess what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lady from the mall customer services came up to us and gave us both free $20 gift certificates and told us thanks for shopping at the mall during the Hollidays! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the best part is my gift certificate is to Forever 21, which is like my favorite store. So great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7825192919340833148?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7825192919340833148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/mall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7825192919340833148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7825192919340833148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/mall.html' title='The Mall'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6374420767291392383</id><published>2010-12-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:32:16.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Math'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Rockin' It</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Guess who totally rocked Multivariable Calculus this semester?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got an &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; and I&amp;nbsp;am super stoked!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a pretty good semester - So far I know I also got 107% on my Discrete Math final project, so I think I'll get an A in that class too. Pretty Awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More to come, as soon as I find out my other final grades!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6374420767291392383?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6374420767291392383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/rockin-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6374420767291392383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6374420767291392383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/12/rockin-it.html' title='Rockin&apos; It'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3578871621637842954</id><published>2010-11-29T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:47:54.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I don't know if you guys know this, but I really like you. You're all pretty awesome. I really enjoy my friends. I miss them when I cant be around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This last week I was able to see a lot of my friends because of the long break for Thanksgiving. It was nice. I got to see my "Sizzler friends" Stephanie, Lindsay and Francescia. We went to lunch and talked for like 2 hours, and then we went to the mall. We are each others best and worst shopping partners... We all LOVE to shop and spend money, so we enjoy going with each other, but we also convince each other to buy everything so we always spend too much when we're with each other. But I love those guys :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also went to lunch with my friends Andee and Kati. It was nice to catch up. And Andee is PREGNANT! So thats really exciting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also went to dinner and a movie with Andee and her husband Tyson. I wasn't cool enough to have a date haha. Tyson was kind enough to point that out. However, Andee has now taken it as her responsibilty to get me dating..... haha its good, I guess, because I really need to start getting out of my shy bubble and dating, but I like to complain about it. But I think this will help. Haha thanks Andee, for watching out for my eternal well-being.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last night was our Sunday night "Game Night."&amp;nbsp; However, it just ended up being me, Chelsey, Megan, Kyle and Jake ad instead of playing games we just talked about a ton of random things, from really really weird to very deep topics. Haha it was great. I like to just talk with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, we made a new texting rule. Spread it like wildfire because we really want it to stick- we were all talking about how much we hate texting, and that when you do text, the tone that you mean to convey never comes across the right weay, expecially when you are sarcastic.&amp;nbsp; Since I am the QUEEN of sarcasm, I really struggle with this problem. So, we decided that when you say something sarcastic through text, that you suround it with the ~ symbol, kind of like using quotes. Example: ~I LOVE to text.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, this sentence could have been interpreted literally (heaven forbid) and people would have assumed that I really DO love to text, when actually its quite the opposite. Now, with the introduction of the new ~ symbol, we'll never have that problem again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I should share this, just in case I use it in a text and you're kind of confused....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, Thank you my friends, for being my friends. You're all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWESOME!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3578871621637842954?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3578871621637842954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3578871621637842954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3578871621637842954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun with Friends'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-296809386351664832</id><published>2010-11-29T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:30:18.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this is VERY overdue. Oh well. That's the story of my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This year for Halloween Chelsey and I decided that we didn't want to waste time at the stinky, sweaty Howl dance up on campus, and that a party would be more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And IT WAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had some pretty sweet decorations and we made a ton of food, and we had punch with dry ice for an awesome effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;We played a lot of "Minute to Win It" games. Haha I suck at most of them. Bouncing pencils on their erasers into a jar is impossible. At least when I try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the games a massive dance party broke out. It started inside, but then our friend Tyler pulled his car around to our back patio so we could hook the iPod into his nice set-up. It started to get pretty legit from here on out. The music was loud, we were loud.... and we ended up getting shut down by our managers before the cops were called on us. Haha. I was pretty proud of our party. We even had word of mouth- people were showing up that we had no idea who they were. Pretty sweet party, eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Costumes were a MUST! Here are some of the awesome pics:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ0pQGIFJI/AAAAAAAAASI/GAG_9s1iCEc/s1600/IMG_8473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ0pQGIFJI/AAAAAAAAASI/GAG_9s1iCEc/s320/IMG_8473.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chelsey was "Storm" from X-Men&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ01aNw2iI/AAAAAAAAASM/WiHHupismTQ/s1600/IMG_8474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ01aNw2iI/AAAAAAAAASM/WiHHupismTQ/s320/IMG_8474.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittany was someone from Farscape (?)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ1tTvMgcI/AAAAAAAAASU/OqShFPbrmiw/s1600/IMG_8480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ1tTvMgcI/AAAAAAAAASU/OqShFPbrmiw/s320/IMG_8480.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake and Kyle were the wonderful duo of Buzz and Woody&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ1bng_RAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hQOXEl5ynKM/s1600/IMG_8476.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ1bng_RAI/AAAAAAAAASQ/hQOXEl5ynKM/s320/IMG_8476.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was Dorothy from Wizard of Oz&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ18-Sb2WI/AAAAAAAAASY/EGfg80hz2L4/s1600/IMG_8489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ18-Sb2WI/AAAAAAAAASY/EGfg80hz2L4/s320/IMG_8489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha we had 2 people come as&amp;nbsp;Katniss from the Hunger Games! Megan as the "Arena" Katniss&amp;nbsp;and Ben as "The Girl on Fire" Katniss.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There were a lot of other great costumes, but I'm too lazy to wait for them to load haha. But we had a BLAST!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-296809386351664832?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/296809386351664832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/296809386351664832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/296809386351664832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TPQ0pQGIFJI/AAAAAAAAASI/GAG_9s1iCEc/s72-c/IMG_8473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3951396648129005227</id><published>2010-10-04T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T15:26:08.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Calling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... My new calling in Church is a Family Home Evening "Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;now a "mother" to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wonderful "children." Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my "Husband" are in charge of FHE every 1st and 3rd Monday of the month.&amp;nbsp; Today is the third time we are in charge of it.&amp;nbsp; I can't get ahold of my so-called husband, so I have no idea what we'll be&amp;nbsp;doing in two and a half hours.&amp;nbsp;I've already run out of ideas. Pathetic, eh?&amp;nbsp; I have no clue how I'll keep that many people entertained twice a month for the rest of the school year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;....So....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's where you come in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Hopefully..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you please give me &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; ideas for a fun FHE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It can be anything, as long as its cheap. We dont have a budget from the ward, so its all out of our pockets.&amp;nbsp; But if you remember a certain FHE that you liked, PLEASE let me know! I'm pretty desprate here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thanks guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3951396648129005227?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3951396648129005227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-calling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3951396648129005227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3951396648129005227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-calling.html' title='My New Calling'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3327203220195383308</id><published>2010-08-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T00:12:51.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholarship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utah State'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My Scholarship Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I thought that I should FINALLY post about this, since it's kind of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been putting it off because this is a long story, but its definitely worth telling, even if it's a month late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, after Spring semester in 2009, my 2 year academic scholarship from USU was up. I was going to start applying, but i was going to China and and had &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; to start applying.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, me being the procrastinator that I am, never applied for a new one. When I got back from China, I was kinda like, oh crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's when my mom and I started looking everywhere for new scholarships.&amp;nbsp; We figured there had to be a scholarship for people with Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and we spent hours upon hours looking up different scholarships online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Sunday I had just come back from spending Spring Break in Moab. I was really sick of driving, so I didn't want to drive all the way back to Logan that day too, so I stayed at my parents house and was going to drive back up in the morning.&amp;nbsp; When I woke up it was snowing (of course) so my mom and I thought we'd look at scholarships while we were waiting for the road to clear. Out of no where, we found a scholarship for EXACTLY what we had been looking for.&amp;nbsp; A pharmaceutical company called UCB was giving away 30 $10,000 scholarships to people with Rheumatoid Arthritis.&amp;nbsp; When my mom and I saw this we couldn't believe it. It was perfect. Then we noticed something. Something &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. We had missed the deadline. The scholarship applications were supposed to be turned in the previous Friday. We had &lt;em&gt;barely&lt;/em&gt; missed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom didn't want to give up, so she decided to call the number on the site and see if there was any way we could still send in the application.&amp;nbsp;The lady on the phone had really good news- they had decided to extend the applications for one more week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both had to scramble to start getting everything ready. I had to write a&amp;nbsp;2 page essay on how I have tried to reach past the boundaries of my Rheumatoid Arthritis, and live my life to the fullest. I also had to have two letters of recommendation, a Doctor's note with my diagnosis, a picture of myself&amp;nbsp;and the application filled out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my week was crazy. I was able to get a letter from my Aerobics teacher, and also from my favorite Professor at school, my Differential Equations &amp;amp; Linear Algebra teacher Professor Bornholdt. He wrote an AMAZING letter. I really don't thing you could get a better one than the one he wrote for me. I also finished my essay, and it turned out perfect due to my technical writing major friend Brittany, who edited and arranged everything so it was at its best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My only problem was that my mom had all of my medical records, and she was in South Jordan, and I was in Logan.&amp;nbsp; So my mom drove up to Logan to bring my my Doctor's note and to finish putting everything together. Before she came up I realized that my mom had written on the back of the scholarship application. Of course I didn't want to turn that one in, so I got back online to print out a new one. I looked all over the entire site, and there was no longer a link to print the application. I called my mom, panicking, and she said she would call again and see if there was some way to print off a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is where the story starts to get good. My mom calls, and a lady answers. My mom explains our situation, and asks if there is anyway to get a new application. The lady says that it isn't a problem at all, that she can email it to us. So, while she is emailing it, my mom strikes up a conversation with her. For those of you who know my mom, you know that she does this with everyone. Normally, it really bugs me. But this time, I was very thankful. It turns out that the lady on the phone was quite the talker, and she and my mom had a lengthy half hour conversation about our family, and her family. This lady (who is from South Carolina) couldn't believe that my mom had 5 kids, and that one had RA and one was autistic. All she had was a 3 year old daughter, who was more than enough work. By the end of all this talking, the lady asked if she could get my name. My mom said sure, and told her and spelled out my name for her. The lady then goes on to say that her name is Amy, and that she is actually the President of the company, and that she rates the applications from best to worst so that the panel who chooses doesn't have to go through the 100's of applicants. She said she probably shouldn't answer the phones, because she tends to become biased towards those she had talked to and rate them higher. (This is sounding better by the minute) She then says that she will keep an eye out for my application!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, my mom comes up and we're both very excited about the phone call. We get all of my application stuff together and send it in the mail. And then we wait. And wait. And wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wait some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After three months of waiting, June FINALLY get excited, because if I didn't win, I REALLY didn't want to have my hopes high. I mean, what if my letter just got lost in the mail, and June 30th comes and I hadn't received a letter or a call?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Which, by the way, is something that would totally happen to me.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the morning of June 30th, I couldn't even think straight I was so nervous. I knew the phone call would becoming from Georgia, and that they were 2 hours ahead of us. So I figured I should be getting the call by 3:00 that day if i was going to get one. Nine o'clock rolls by, ten o'clock, eleven, twelve, one, one thirty, two.... By this point I was an emotional wreck, I'm not going to lie. I wanted this scholarship SO BAD. If I didn't get it, I wasn't going to be able to go back to school in the fall because neither me or my parents would be able to afford the tuition. I was SO nervous. I couldn't understand why I hadn't had a phone call or a letter, and I was so afraid that my worst fears were coming true, and that my letter really was lost in the mail. On top of that, I had to be in to work at 3:30, and I wasn't looking forward to selling shoes while my whole world was balancing on a stupid phone call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By two thirty I couldn't handle it anymore. I had to know, because if I didn't get the scholarship I some how had to get over it and cope before I went to work. So I had my mom call the number again. Of course, Amy picks up. My mom goes on to say that her daughter had applied and that she hadn't received a letter or a phone call, and that we were curious to know the outcome. Amy asks what the applicant's name was, and my mom says "its Keara Brady."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Insert cute southern accent here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "Oh! Mrs. Brady! I was so hoping you would call!"&lt;br /&gt;
Mom:: "Hi Amy. I was hoping we would get to talk again too! Is there any way we can find out about Keara? She's just dying here waiting to find out."&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "Oh shoot. Shoot, shoot."&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: "What??"&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "Oh shoot. I'm not supposed to say. Oh shoot!"&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: "You can't tell us?"&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "Oh shoot. Oh, well, don't tell Keara, but, SHE WON! I was so hoping she would! But don't tell Keara! I told the committee that I really liked her, and I was really pulling for her to win, and when I found out she did I was just so happy! But, don't tell Keara!"&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: "She is sitting right in front of me!&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "She's there??"&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: "Yes, she's sitting right across from me, reading everything that goes across my face."&lt;br /&gt;
Amy: "Oh shoot! Well... okay, well... oh shoot! Just tell her, and give her a big hug for me!"&lt;br /&gt;
Mom: (to me) "Keara, you won!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right here I burst into tears, I was so happy and emotional from all the stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So, I WON!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Amy went on to tell us that when I do receive the phone call, that I had to act really surprised, because the man that calls is the one who gives the actual money away, and calling and telling the people that they had won was his favorite part, and hearing how excited they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, at 3:20 when I&amp;nbsp;FINALLY received the call, I played my part, Maybe too well, because the guy said that if I was driving, I should pull over, haha. He also told me about the awards banquet that they are having during the first weekend of November in Atlanta, Georgia, and that they will fly me and one person out, all expenses paid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So, me and of course my mom will be going. And we will get to meet Amy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This scholarship really was SUCH a blessing. When I applied for it back in March, I didn't even realize HOW badly I would need this scholarship. I mean, yeah $10,000 sounded really nice then, but I didn't realize how much my life would change&amp;nbsp; months that would cause me have no way of paying for my schooling. I am SO THANKFUL. This was a testimony builder for me that the Lord really does look out for us, and has a plan for us. He watches out for us before we even know we need to be watched out for. I know He has a plan for me, and He will help me succeed on the path that He has laid out for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And trust me, there is&lt;strong&gt; NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt; I'm wasting this amazing blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9095319231666947659-3327203220195383308?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3327203220195383308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-scholarship-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3327203220195383308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3327203220195383308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-scholarship-story.html' title='My Scholarship Story'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3489804236732819248</id><published>2010-07-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T15:58:08.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Silly Parker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Parker is my 8 year old brother. He is autistic, and can be &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TFC1aK8_amI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SmYY2HKXbk0/s1600/IMG_0614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TFC1aK8_amI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SmYY2HKXbk0/s320/IMG_0614.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of the most recent conversations that had me giggling:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Parker: "Keara, what school do you go to?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: "Utah State University."&lt;br /&gt;
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Parker: "Do you go to Eagle Gate College?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: "Nope, I go to Utah State."&lt;br /&gt;
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Parker: "Do you go to Stevens Henager College?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;
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Parker: "Well, why?!? Thats the best school!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Me: "How come?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Parker: "&lt;em&gt;Because&lt;/em&gt;, when you start you get a laptop, and when you graduate its &lt;em&gt;yours&lt;/em&gt;!"*&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(*Insert "Keara, you're an idiot" tone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He totally repeated the commercial word for word. It was just so random and unexpected. I love it when he does such funny stuff. He's a pretty cool kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3489804236732819248?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3489804236732819248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-parker.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3489804236732819248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3489804236732819248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/silly-parker.html' title='Silly Parker'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TFC1aK8_amI/AAAAAAAAAR0/SmYY2HKXbk0/s72-c/IMG_0614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4869661505320643023</id><published>2010-07-19T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:37:06.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Gleek!</title><content type='html'>So, my dear friend Stephanie told me I had to watch Glee. I've heard a lot about it, but I've never gotten around to watching it. Well, it turns out they have started replaying the old series every Thursday night, and I happened to watch the very first one, and.....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;I am a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Gleek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TEQAJHQwy8I/AAAAAAAAARs/Gm6x_dZshsg/s1600/glee-thumb-299x398-120696.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TEQAJHQwy8I/AAAAAAAAARs/Gm6x_dZshsg/s320/glee-thumb-299x398-120696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I LOVE it. Last Thursday's episode was so funny. Sue Sylvester &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(If you dont watch the series, Sue is the woman in the picture)&lt;/span&gt; makes my laugh SO HARD. The whole show does. The script is just fantastic, and the characters are hillarious. And every week I get chills from the music. I love getting that feeling! I just cannot get enough, and I wish I didn't have to wait for it every Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you want to start watching it, do! Go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and they have the first 5 episodes already up, and they post an episode every week after it airs on TV!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4869661505320643023?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4869661505320643023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/gleek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4869661505320643023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4869661505320643023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/gleek.html' title='Gleek!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TEQAJHQwy8I/AAAAAAAAARs/Gm6x_dZshsg/s72-c/glee-thumb-299x398-120696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1621014885167331545</id><published>2010-07-18T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T23:20:36.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><title type='text'>Payless</title><content type='html'>So. All I wanted this summer was to find a job that I could just go to, do all of my work, do that work well, put my hours in, and leave. 

While trying to find a job, my dad told me that when he was younger, he realized this: that it doesnt matter what you do for work, you just have to think about it this way- that you are trading one package for another. So that was my theory for this summer. It didn't matter where I worked. I just want to work so I can trade it for the better package- moving back to school this fall.

All seemed great when I was hired at payless. I mean, it SHOES for crying out loud. My most favorite things in the world. So I thought, "Hmmmm. This is a nice a package." Well, I didnt realize that I would be working with ALL GIRLS.

Most of the time I would like to believe that I like most people, and I'm not too critical and I am pretty excepting of people. So, at work, I'm nice to everyone. I dont really care if what they are talking about isn't my most favorite topic of conversation. After all, I'm just here so I can return to Logan. And when I first started there, it was nice. 

But. Then I realized all of the girls are huge gossipers. And they all say that I can't go and tell 'so-and-so' anything, because she will tell everyone what I said, and that she causes "so much drama." And, lo and behold, that same girl is the one telling everyone everything. Its really annoying. And on top of all that, there are all these previous grudges everyone already has with everyone else. So, most of the time at work, I have to listen to the other girl tell me all of the horrible things she hates about all the other girls that work there, and the next night I listen to it all over again from a different girl. This is hard, because I dont want their gossip to change my opinion of the other girls, I want the girls to all have the chance to show me who they are, and not just go by what other people have told me. I'm trying really hard not to remember anything ANYONE tells me, and remained unbiased. And the whole time I have to keep telling myself "USU. USU. USU." And, I dont want to get caught up in ANY of it, because all I want to do is put in my hours and earn my money. So, while I'm listening to all these other girls complain about everyone and everything, I try and be cordial and nice. I thought that this would be fine, but now they all think I am their friend, and JUST their friend. And its SO ANNOYING. UGH. I seriously feel like its middle school all over agian. I guess some of the girls are still in high school, but still... why can't they just come and do their work? That's all anybody is asking of them.

And part of Eclipse keeps popping into my head, where Bella tells Edward that she is Switzerland. One day I may just explode and tell all the girls that I am Switzerland, too. That I'm not choosing any sides, and that I am everyones friend, no matter if they dont like each other. One day...

So, the majority of my duties at work seem to be peer counseling. I'm trying to slowly retrain all of these girls' thinking habbits into nicer ones. Hopefully it works. And meanwhile, if I have a glazed over look, its because I'm having to remind myself how awesome it will feel when I get to move back to Utah State. Five more weeks, five more weeks......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1621014885167331545?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1621014885167331545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/payless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1621014885167331545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1621014885167331545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/07/payless.html' title='Payless'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-8489493182750160043</id><published>2010-06-17T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T15:06:30.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY found a JOB!

I got hired at Payless today. Very exciting. Since I love shoes SO MUCH, I'll LOVE going to work everyday! Haha I'm excited to sell shoes. Even if it is only a minimum wage job. Good news though, there is a Payless in Logan, so hopefully I can transfer when I move back to school.

Some of you may be thinking, "Keara working in a shoe store = BAD IDEA" and I dont really blame you. They told me that once a month I get 50% of a pair of shoes, and the rest of the time I get 30% off. So, it is going to be VERY tempting. BUT. I have to pay for my housing and schooling next year, so I have A LOT to save up for. I'll just have to keep that in mind. But, you might have to remind me... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-8489493182750160043?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/8489493182750160043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8489493182750160043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8489493182750160043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/06/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2556058088288071700</id><published>2010-05-31T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:49:43.036-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Campout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This weekend I went &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAMPING&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to camp, as does my entire family. Its the best ever. My mom's side of the family are camping enthusiasts, and they have camping down to a perfection. We go around 5 times a summer with them, and it never gets old.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a few cousins around my age, and we play cards ALL DAY. Seriously, if you want to play a good game of scum, come hang out with me and my cousins.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also have amazing dutch oven cooking the whole time. My dad is an amazing dutch oven cooker. Its the best! I probably gain 5 pounds every time we camp, the food is so good.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;My uncles also know how to make quite the campfire. If its not too hot to stand around, we laugh for hours at each other, all in good fun of course.&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also go fishing, four wheeling, horseback riding, cliff jumping and my anut Kerri supplies fun crafts. I just love summer (and hate winter) because I get to go camping. Its wonderful!!&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, I think, a family that camps together, stays together!&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: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477634990817043954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TAR4AJzmZfI/AAAAAAAAARM/Hl9iGh6Ppiw/s320/Jewkes+Reunion-10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Above, my cousins Alex and Tanner cliff jumping, and below, me trying and not succeeding in jumping off. It took my a few times before i got the guts to jump off..)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477634597492901538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TAR3pQj0RqI/AAAAAAAAARE/2ncZaIE_E28/s320/Jewkes+Reunion+2009-15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2556058088288071700?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2556058088288071700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-campout.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2556058088288071700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2556058088288071700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/05/memorial-day-campout.html' title='Memorial Day Campout'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/TAR4AJzmZfI/AAAAAAAAARM/Hl9iGh6Ppiw/s72-c/Jewkes+Reunion-10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7690807499881002410</id><published>2010-05-26T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:49:28.759-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>What Happened??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;W O W
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I haven't blogged in a long time.... what happened? I mean, I've never been that good at updating my blog, but I was doing pretty well, in China at least.
I'm thinking it's probably because my life was very busy, but at the same time insanely boring. (and still kind of is… haha)
So... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
To update you on my life: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· Spring semester is finally over! I got okay grades. I was proud of them for the most part. An A in Nutrition, and B's in my Linear Regerssion &amp;amp; Time Series and Linear Algebra &amp;amp; Differential Equations classes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I am now moved home to South Jordan for the summer. So far so good, but a little dull. Call me! I'd love to do something. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I am currently job hunting. (If you know of anywhere hiring, let me know!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I have started painting, and I really like it. I hope to make it a hobby that sticks. I'll post pictures when I finish my Great Wall painting!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;· I hope to finish guitar lessons with my mom.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;· I'll be going camping a ton, and I get to go this weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I have a lot of weddings! Yay, Marriage! Five of my cousins have been or are getting married in the near future, so that's very exciting! I also have several friends planning their weddings, and two of them are my amazing friends, Lindsay (from my China group) and my old time friend Andee (who just got engaged last week!). Summers are great for weddings! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I know a lot of you won't believe this is coming out of my mouth (well, keyboard), but I am starting to run. My friend Lindsay (from above) and her twin ran a half marathon in March, and my roomies and I went and supported them in their crazy run. I don't know why, but ever since then I have wanted to enter some kind of race. I don't think I'll ever make it to a half marathon level, but I'm going to give running a try. I figure a lot of people love it, so it can't be too bad….. I'm starting off really easy though, and I am just going to do a 5K. We'll see if I even make it that far! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
· I'm also reading a lot. I've already read 4 books since I've moved home, and I would love some new ones to read. If you have any good recommendations, please tell me about them!
Well, that's about it for now. Hopefully I'll be more on top of my blogging this summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7690807499881002410?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7690807499881002410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happened.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7690807499881002410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7690807499881002410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-happened.html' title='What Happened??'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3002009341292071183</id><published>2010-03-11T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:07:01.184-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>My cast for "The Host"</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing a lot about how &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Host"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is becoming a movie soon, and IMDB just wont let me see anything more than the movie being "In development." So frustrating. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just read the book this week (LOVE IT!) and i thought I would post who my choice of actors/actresses are for the different roles. So, here they are!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jared:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jensen Ackles (mmmm)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447502696338163746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lq1xg4CCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3nrpvgrvtWg/s320/jensen_ackles.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Melanie Stryder:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I picked two.. I can't choose between them, they'd both fit the part)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ashley Greene &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447513982937379186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5l1GvX0sXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/xf3mJDnRkVQ/s320/melanie.jpg" /&gt;&amp;amp; Missy Peregrym&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514554000982242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5l1n-v_wOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/cNtEhBNwcKY/s320/melanie+2.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian O'Shea:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesse Metcalfe (also mmmmm)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447505577581844258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5ltde-5lyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/6tDDKz0YPH0/s320/Ian.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uncle Jeb:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brian Doyle-Murray &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The Janitor in "17 Again")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447506781003149938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lujiE5cnI/AAAAAAAAAPM/EOrLZD87ZSc/s320/Jeb.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William Mapother&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: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447507594073359810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lvS2_8RcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/70cEpsgTWNw/s320/Doc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lwPnOuwaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZmN-SmCnZ5w/s1600-h/wanda+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kyle O'Shea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry Cavill (yum)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447507587661278706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lvSfHLrfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tPQypGcqPT4/s320/Kyle.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wanda:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(I also picked two for her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jayne Wisener &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447513994329387122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5l1HZz48HI/AAAAAAAAAQU/ktUBKWtvr9k/s320/wanda.jpg" /&gt;&amp;amp; Amanda Seyfried
&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447514001172272578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5l1HzTXFcI/AAAAAAAAAQc/9WJX99fP8Ao/s320/wanda+2.jpg" /&gt;
I couldn't find someone I like for Jamie... there aren't that many cute, tan, black-haired, pre teen actors out there haha... but I'm sure the real casting people will find a good Jamie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways, I love this book and I am really excited for the movie. I hope it turns out better than Stephenie Meyer's &lt;em&gt;other &lt;/em&gt;movies. If you haven't read the book yet, DO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3002009341292071183?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3002009341292071183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cast-for-host.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3002009341292071183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3002009341292071183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-cast-for-host.html' title='My cast for &quot;The Host&quot;'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/S5lq1xg4CCI/AAAAAAAAAOk/3nrpvgrvtWg/s72-c/jensen_ackles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-5861979385203212216</id><published>2009-12-15T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:49:05.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Goodbye China :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sye9w4vVwzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wjZK19w2C9g/s1600-h/IMG_3230-782982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505724498625330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sye9w4vVwzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wjZK19w2C9g/s320/IMG_3230-782982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sye9xTyBEQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xsT3e0NbEzA/s1600-h/DSC07884-784650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415505731757609218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sye9xTyBEQI/AAAAAAAAAOc/xsT3e0NbEzA/s320/DSC07884-784650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;This will be my last post in China. I am &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;SOOOO sad &lt;/span&gt;to leave! Its seriously heart wrenching. We had to say goodbye to our kids today, and it was the hardest thing I have ever done. I am so sad I'll never see these kids again. They just squeezed their way into my heart and pushed everything else out. All 38 of them have a special place, and I am so sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;When we said our goodbyes, we all just broke down sobbing. At first some of the kids didn't understand, and they would just run around laughing and saying &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Teacher sad!" &lt;/span&gt;but after the Chinese teachers explained that we were leaving for good, they were all upset. We were attacked by hugs and kisses and little kid tears. At one point I was sprawled out on the ground with at least eight kids on top of me giving hugs. It was super cute, but it made it so hard to leave. I never wanted to get up. It was especially hard seeing the other children crying. One of the Chinese teachers, Katie, told us that Bella's mom called her to ask when we were leaving, because Bella was at home sobbing about her English teachers going back to America. It broke our hearts even more to hear that. We seriously &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;love these kids &lt;/span&gt;so much. They already feel like a dream, and I hope I can remember everything about them; their cute little quirks, and their giggles, and the funny things they do and say. I wish everyone of you could know these kids like I know them. It is probably annoying hearing me go on and on about little kids you don't know, but just trust me that these little ones are amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, we head out tomorrow night on a &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;super long journey&lt;/span&gt; home, full of huge luggage and lots of tears. But I know that I have tons of great family and friends waiting for me on the other end, as well as a steaming Little Caesar's pepperoni &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;pizza &lt;/span&gt;with crazy crust and a two liter jug of &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dr. Pepper&lt;/span&gt;. Pizza makes everything feel better haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 1: Me and my precious Luna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 2: Cute Bella. (named after Bellatrix Lestrange, of course, but she is nothing like her at all. Such an inappropriate name.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-5861979385203212216?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/5861979385203212216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-china.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5861979385203212216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5861979385203212216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/goodbye-china.html' title='Goodbye China :('/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sye9w4vVwzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wjZK19w2C9g/s72-c/IMG_3230-782982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-34268294282916588</id><published>2009-12-15T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:48:56.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Spectacle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPEPpYLdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kTgSQ6YXd_0/s1600-h/IMG_3806-744342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384011274464722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPEPpYLdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kTgSQ6YXd_0/s320/IMG_3806-744342.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPEhwq2sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4JlBtw9aTvE/s1600-h/IMG_3776-745736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384016136886978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPEhwq2sI/AAAAAAAAAOE/4JlBtw9aTvE/s320/IMG_3776-745736.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPE5nubNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4_XxRdPyWHM/s1600-h/IMG_3792-747014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384022541823186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPE5nubNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/4_XxRdPyWHM/s320/IMG_3792-747014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Spectacle, our kids Christmas Program, was on Friday. They did so good after all that practicing they had to do! It was fun seeing them get all dressed up and to have their parents all come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Before the show started, we went down early to help get the kids ready. We didn't know what this entailed when we signed up, and we had quite the &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt; when we got down to our classrooms. There were at least 30 Chinese girls there, doing all the kids hair and make up. And I mean &lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the kids. The &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;poor boys&lt;/span&gt;, who already are doomed to look girly for the rest of their lives, were forced to put on TONS of makeup. Eye shadow, white foundation, blush, lipstick, glitter... the &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Whole &lt;/span&gt;sha-bang. Poor boys... But, I must admit that I was happy I had my camera there to capture this moment. Haha a lot of those boys weren't happy about wearing &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;pink, shimmery lipstick&lt;/span&gt;, not happy one little bit. And now we have this one in a lifetime experience saved forever! But they all looked very pretty, haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Each class performed a skit in English, and then sang their Christmas song. All of the English teachers did a dance to "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree," as well as a piano piece from Lindsay, a guitar/singing piece by Becca, Chelsey and me, and a song by Teresa. But the Chinese teachers saved the best for last when they had all the children perform. The older class did an &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;adorable dance &lt;/span&gt;that melts your heart, and the younger class did a fashion show to some great &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Backstreet Boys &lt;/span&gt;music that makes you laugh until you cry. Some of the little kids' &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;'model walks' &lt;/span&gt;were the funniest thing you will ever see. No joke. Ask me to show you the video when I come home, cuz you'll get the biggest kick out of it. Gucci, Mandy , Emily and Yumi are so good at the walk that its unbelievable that they are only four. Haha its &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;So Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;At the end of the show, the Chinese teachers &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;surprised us &lt;/span&gt;and had all of the English teachers come up to the front. The Principal then gave us each a hug and a fan as a present. Then all the kids came in and put &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;flower lei's&lt;/span&gt; around our necks. I was bawling by the end. Dang, I am going to &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;miss these kids so much&lt;/span&gt;. It was a really tender moment, and I will always remember it. I &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; these little kids so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 1: Poor Anson in all his make up glory.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 2: Adorable, dainty Gucci all made up! Her name is really perfect for her in sooo many ways.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 3: Mass make up chaos. Those boys were not very happy about this make over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-34268294282916588?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/34268294282916588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/spectacle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/34268294282916588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/34268294282916588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/spectacle.html' title='Spectacle!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydPEPpYLdI/AAAAAAAAAN8/kTgSQ6YXd_0/s72-c/IMG_3806-744342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3843021241410963906</id><published>2009-12-15T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:48:26.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydHlnWjFSI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zau5RYoinjE/s1600-h/IMG_2942-730338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415375788480599330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydHlnWjFSI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zau5RYoinjE/s320/IMG_2942-730338.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydHmFrlW0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/hJ0Y1hf5pkg/s1600-h/IMG_2930-731611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415375796621892418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydHmFrlW0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/hJ0Y1hf5pkg/s320/IMG_2930-731611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;You know how half way through December a lot of people are so sick of Christmas songs that they want to shoot every radio in sight? Well I have a story for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;About a month and a half ago, the Chinese teachers told us that we needed to start teaching our classes a Christmas song for the big end-of-semester program we have. I decided to teach my kids one of my favorite songs, &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Let It Snow&lt;/span&gt;. I thought it was funny that we had to start in &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;, but we did as they said. So, instead of teaching our first and fifth class rotations, we had our home room class to sing the song with. My class is all 4-5 year olds, and it was &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt; trying to get them to sing the same boring song for 40 minutes a day. &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;40 minutes!&lt;/span&gt; I even get bored with that! By December, my kids were &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;SO BORED &lt;/span&gt;with the song. I felt so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's when the Chinese teachers came up to us and told us that our songs were &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;not good enough&lt;/span&gt;. They said the kids don't know the words well enough. I thought they were crazy for saying that, because I thought my kids were doing &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;great &lt;/span&gt;for learning a whole song in English when they barely know any words. But the Chinese teachers thought otherwise, and we had to come before and stay after class with the kids who were "struggling" with the words. Some of these kids were now singing the same song for over and hour a day. They were getting so restless. But, we got through the extra practices and I gave them all hugs and told them they were doing great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's when the Chinese teachers came up to us and told us that our songs were &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;STILL&lt;/span&gt; not good enough. So, the last week of teaching our beloved students, they &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;canceled classes&lt;/span&gt;! We were now practicing the songs for three hours a day! The kids' poor attention spans were seriously shot. At one point one of my girls, &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yumi&lt;/span&gt;, actually started banging her head on the table in boredom. Haha it was actually really funny. But dang, they were cute singing all the songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I found it funny that the Chinese teachers were okay with cutting so many classes, when earlier in the year they were upset at us when we missed &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;one day &lt;/span&gt;of teaching because we were stranded in Beijing, and they were making us make up that teaching day. And now here they are cutting &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;two weeks worth &lt;/span&gt;of classes in the end. Weird, huh? At one point I asked our coordinator, Annie, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Isn't it more important to be teaching them English, then to be teaching them Christmas songs?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;And she got a shocked look on her face and replied with a sharp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;"No! Our production is more important!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;I really don't see their logic at all... but there wasn't anything I could do, except try to entertain my kids as much as I could through the three hours of &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;grueling Christmas song singing &lt;/span&gt;everyday. Sometimes I wondered to myself if these poor children would ever forgive me for inflicting this torture on them. So much Christmas music in such small children haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;They ended up doing &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;very well &lt;/span&gt;at their Christmas Program, and I think most of the kids have forgiven me, but more on that later. Here are some great pictures of the kids being bored out of their minds. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 1: Emily fell actually fell asleep singing the song. Poor girl. She is super cute when she sleeps, though, so I didn't wake her.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;Picture 2: Ron was showing me some of his pent up frustration. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3843021241410963906?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3843021241410963906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3843021241410963906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3843021241410963906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SydHlnWjFSI/AAAAAAAAANs/Zau5RYoinjE/s72-c/IMG_2942-730338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6007745946469168183</id><published>2009-12-02T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:47:52.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxaGk6iB92I/AAAAAAAAANc/boMkFjnwamI/s1600-h/IMG_3581-742620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410659971077633890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxaGk6iB92I/AAAAAAAAANc/boMkFjnwamI/s320/IMG_3581-742620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxaGlLphL4I/AAAAAAAAANk/KJuHE3icNow/s1600-h/IMG_3584-744214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410659975672442754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxaGlLphL4I/AAAAAAAAANk/KJuHE3icNow/s320/IMG_3584-744214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving from China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We had a Thanksgiving dinner with some of the teachers, cooks and guards from our school on Thursday and we had a wonderful night! It was so much fun showing them some of our culture for a change. (They probably think Americans are obsessed with food haha) We were able to cook mashed potatoes, stuffing, pumpkin cookies and pumpkin pie, and all of our Chinese guests seemed to really enjoy out American food. We sat and talked, ate good food, listened to a teacher's husband play the guitar while their adorable two year old sang along, and had a turkey piñata. It was a blast! I am &lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;so thankful &lt;/span&gt;for these wonderful people and all of the new things I am learning from them! You'll never meet a nicer, more giving people. It was such a neat experience sharing &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;"&gt;Thanksgiving with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;First:  Me and my Thanksgiving feast! Delish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Second: Me, Kati (one of the teachers here) and her son, Ryan, who is one of my students. He is super cute and smart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6007745946469168183?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6007745946469168183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-in-china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6007745946469168183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6007745946469168183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-in-china.html' title='Thanksgiving in China'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxaGk6iB92I/AAAAAAAAANc/boMkFjnwamI/s72-c/IMG_3581-742620.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-389834213895427512</id><published>2009-11-30T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:47:40.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Rice Terrace Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7W0rVnzI/AAAAAAAAANE/tTZuU5XLEYU/s1600/IMG_3474-747268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409873578174029618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7W0rVnzI/AAAAAAAAANE/tTZuU5XLEYU/s320/IMG_3474-747268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7XW76PRI/AAAAAAAAANM/UCcFSlOcv4Q/s1600/IMG_3480-748650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409873587370343698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7XW76PRI/AAAAAAAAANM/UCcFSlOcv4Q/s320/IMG_3480-748650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7XsjxuoI/AAAAAAAAANU/JEC0rHN5k68/s1600/IMG_3464-750152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409873593174702722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7XsjxuoI/AAAAAAAAANU/JEC0rHN5k68/s320/IMG_3464-750152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;I know I've put a lot of pictures up lately- I'm sorry. But A picture is worth a thousand words, right?  And I definitely don't have the right words to explain this beautiful place. So enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-389834213895427512?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/389834213895427512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-terrace-photos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/389834213895427512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/389834213895427512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-terrace-photos.html' title='Rice Terrace Photos'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SxO7W0rVnzI/AAAAAAAAANE/tTZuU5XLEYU/s72-c/IMG_3474-747268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-5212208615268504818</id><published>2009-11-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:46:57.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Village Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw_9pq4VjKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q0X6DTiYmAQ/s1600/IMG_3394-773888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408820569822301346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw_9pq4VjKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q0X6DTiYmAQ/s320/IMG_3394-773888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw_9qIPQ01I/AAAAAAAAAM8/cFhOWU16wII/s1600/IMG_3442-775820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408820577703088978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw_9qIPQ01I/AAAAAAAAAM8/cFhOWU16wII/s320/IMG_3442-775820.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: Verdana; COLOR: #000000; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;It was so pretty here I just have to add more pictures! Enjoy!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-5212208615268504818?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/5212208615268504818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/village-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5212208615268504818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5212208615268504818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/village-pictures.html' title='Village Pictures'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw_9pq4VjKI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Q0X6DTiYmAQ/s72-c/IMG_3394-773888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-237004630512711010</id><published>2009-11-27T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T14:47:15.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshou'/><title type='text'>More Village Pictures....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X0UJVDeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/k4ECM3FRljY/s1600/IMG_3434-705218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408708602512084450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X0UJVDeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/k4ECM3FRljY/s320/IMG_3434-705218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X00e4oPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RaWswKkCAfw/s1600/IMG_3492-707032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408708611192430834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X00e4oPI/AAAAAAAAAMk/RaWswKkCAfw/s320/IMG_3492-707032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X1Jtq3TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x6xzjNRaWNM/s1600/IMG_3429-708394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408708616891587890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X1Jtq3TI/AAAAAAAAAMs/x6xzjNRaWNM/s320/IMG_3429-708394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Heather;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couldn't resist...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture 1:  A shot of the misty mountains from the rock steps up to the rice terraces.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture 2:  A view of the village from the top of the mountain.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;Picture 3:  Some of the local women climbing the steps to go to work. Such dedicated farmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-237004630512711010?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/237004630512711010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-village-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/237004630512711010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/237004630512711010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-village-pictures.html' title='More Village Pictures....'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-X0UJVDeI/AAAAAAAAAMc/k4ECM3FRljY/s72-c/IMG_3434-705218.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1230236653280771624</id><published>2009-11-26T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T01:01:17.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Rice Terraces</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-DgtNwfRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IuBLR2IyfsE/s1600/IMG_3322-706278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-DgtNwfRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IuBLR2IyfsE/s320/IMG_3322-706278.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408686275411606802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-DhQEQoAI/AAAAAAAAAME/mvj-ky_IQh0/s1600/IMG_3381-708630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-DhQEQoAI/AAAAAAAAAME/mvj-ky_IQh0/s320/IMG_3381-708630.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408686284767010818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;The last part of our trip was taking a bus to the &lt;FONT  face=Heather size=3&gt;rice terraces&lt;/FONT&gt;! I've seen tons of pictures of the rice  terraces growing up, so I was really excited to see them, and they most  definitely did not disappoint! They were awesome!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;We had to take a three hour bus ride out to the  terraces, which wasn't too bad compared to any of our other transportation  stories haha. When we got there we were able to walk around the &lt;FONT  face=Heather size=3&gt;villages&lt;/FONT&gt; and see how the farmers live and what their  houses are like. Their houses are three stories high. The bottom floor is where  all the animals live, the second floor is for bedrooms and "living" as they put  it, and the third floor is for food, a.k.a. the kitchen. I thought their houses  were really pretty, and had a nice rustic Chinese mixture, which was neat to  see.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;We also got to see a show demonstrating some of the  local&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT face=Heather size=3&gt;culture &lt;/FONT&gt;for us. In this village the  ladies only cut their hair once- when they turn eighteen. So, as you can  imagine, they had really long hair. They also have different ways of wearing  their hair depending on where they are in life, such as single, married and a  mother. In the show they demonstrated how they make their buns with over&amp;nbsp;4  feet of hair. I have no idea how they live with their hair that long. Can you  imagine the up keep? Wow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;After the show we went to a different village that was  higher up in the mountains, right up with the terraces. There we ate lunch,  which consisted of &lt;FONT size=3&gt;"&lt;FONT face=Heather&gt;Bamboo Rice&lt;/FONT&gt;"  &lt;/FONT&gt;which is a hollowed out bamboo stick filled with a rice and veggie  mixture and then cooked in the fire. It was delicious. After we ate we started  climbing the rock paths up higher into the mountains to get to the rice  terraces. This village was literally on top of the mountains, and we were  immersed in the clouds, and it felt like we were &lt;FONT face=Heather size=3&gt;on  top of the world&lt;/FONT&gt;. It was gorgeous.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cambria&gt;There were a few places that you could stop along the  path to take pictures of the rice terraces, which went on and on in every  direction, with thousands of "steps" all over the mountains. They look sooo  cool. Its crazy to think that people actually managed to make all these  terraces, and then farm on them. It blows my mind. Its got to be so much work.  They do get to look at one of the most beautiful places in the world, though,  while&amp;nbsp;they work , which has got to be a plus. It really is &lt;FONT  face=Heather size=3&gt;so beautiful &lt;/FONT&gt;there. You can just look at it for hours  and not get sick of it. I was sad to leave, and wish we could have stayed a  little while longer!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1230236653280771624?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1230236653280771624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-terraces.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1230236653280771624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1230236653280771624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/rice-terraces.html' title='Rice Terraces'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw-DgtNwfRI/AAAAAAAAAL8/IuBLR2IyfsE/s72-c/IMG_3322-706278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1932652875725944036</id><published>2009-11-26T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:25:59.611-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>More Rafting Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZKWf1FI/AAAAAAAAALk/cKTh3HIDiWA/s1600/DSC07492-731930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZKWf1FI/AAAAAAAAALk/cKTh3HIDiWA/s320/DSC07492-731930.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408659757514871890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZt0kfkI/AAAAAAAAALs/JTjm5Fxtpzs/s1600/IMG_3177-733722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZt0kfkI/AAAAAAAAALs/JTjm5Fxtpzs/s320/IMG_3177-733722.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408659767036247618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZ2qDH-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jn0p--Ck5t4/s1600/IMG_3258-735103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZ2qDH-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/Jn0p--Ck5t4/s320/IMG_3258-735103.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408659769408036834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;These mountains were so beautiful! I've missed mountains a ton since coming  to China. It was nice to see some and feel more at home  again!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1932652875725944036?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1932652875725944036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-rafting-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1932652875725944036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1932652875725944036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-rafting-pictures.html' title='More Rafting Pictures'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9rZKWf1FI/AAAAAAAAALk/cKTh3HIDiWA/s72-c/DSC07492-731930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2313120324834912968</id><published>2009-11-26T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:22:24.464-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Bamboo Rafting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9nZ3NRqnI/AAAAAAAAALE/15PopsWv0ec/s1600/IMG_3170-710659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9nZ3NRqnI/AAAAAAAAALE/15PopsWv0ec/s320/IMG_3170-710659.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655371509279346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9naS9OszI/AAAAAAAAALM/33KKRaKTFpM/s1600/IMG_3131-712690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9naS9OszI/AAAAAAAAALM/33KKRaKTFpM/s320/IMG_3131-712690.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655378958168882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9na4At2SI/AAAAAAAAALU/HRXokKVVj-4/s1600/IMG_3170-714642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9na4At2SI/AAAAAAAAALU/HRXokKVVj-4/s320/IMG_3170-714642.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655388904904994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9nbJ9YrJI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z7IuhD0bZR4/s1600/IMG_3188-716220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9nbJ9YrJI/AAAAAAAAALc/Z7IuhD0bZR4/s320/IMG_3188-716220.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408655393722772626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;On the second day of our trip we were able to  take a &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;bamboo raft tour&lt;STRONG&gt; &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;of the  stunning karst mountains along the Li River. It was soooooo cool. It was raining  that day, and so there was a lot of fog and mist surrounding the peaks, and it  gave a wonderful effect to the scenery. It was like we were traveling through  the &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;Misty Mountains&lt;/FONT&gt; in Lord of the Rings haha.  Sadly, the fog made it really hard to capture the mountains on camera and still  give them justice. They are so hard to describe. Just trust me that they are  astonishing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;Our &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;guide &lt;/FONT&gt;was  really funny. He had laminated pictures of the mountains we were seeing, and  every few minutes he would hand us a couple pictures and start going off in  Chinese, like we knew what he was saying. He would just sit there, talking and  pointing up a storm, while we just nodded our heads at him. And then he would  light up a cigarette. I swear he went through a whole pack on our boat ride. It  was gross. He was a funny old man though.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;Another funny story on our boat ride: It was  raining, right? And there were lots of other rafts going up and down the river  while we were. We passed another raft going in the opposite direction, and one  of the guys had put a &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;plastic bag &lt;/FONT&gt;over his head  to keep the rain out! A plastic bag! Haha! I thought it was common sense to  NEVER do that, but... it&amp;nbsp;seems like a good idea, I guess... until you pass  out lol. Too bad he was going the other way.. I really wanted to see how that  whole plan worked out for him.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Calibri size=3&gt;But it was so &lt;FONT face=Heather  size=4&gt;cold&lt;/FONT&gt;! It was about 8 degrees Celsius (I'm not sure what that is in  Fahrenheit..) and all we had were thin jackets. It was freezing in the rain on a  raft in a river. We loved that bamboo raft, but it felt nice to get off and get  warm and dry again. We all ended up buying North Face coats at a market that  night, along with hats, gloves and scarves. We were really cold, if I didn't get  that point across very well. But the next day we were all snuggly and warm in  our coats! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2313120324834912968?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2313120324834912968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/bamboo-rafting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2313120324834912968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2313120324834912968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/bamboo-rafting.html' title='Bamboo Rafting'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Sw9nZ3NRqnI/AAAAAAAAALE/15PopsWv0ec/s72-c/IMG_3170-710659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-589393867364426115</id><published>2009-11-24T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:21:28.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshuo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon Hill'/><title type='text'>More Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6hlPMvQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YGtqlCwtO-I/s1600/IMG_3076-745795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6hlPMvQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YGtqlCwtO-I/s320/IMG_3076-745795.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407620863682723074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6h-sfbuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LT1CujadDeE/s1600/IMG_3093-747367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6h-sfbuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LT1CujadDeE/s320/IMG_3093-747367.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407620870516469474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6iP4SXFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5tnUAERkpJY/s1600/IMG_3119-748677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6iP4SXFI/AAAAAAAAAK8/5tnUAERkpJY/s320/IMG_3119-748677.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407620875129347154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pictures&lt;/STRONG&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;First &amp;amp;  Second: More of the beautiful mountains from the top of Moon Hill.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;Third: A nice,  juicy burger from Minnie Mao's!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-589393867364426115?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/589393867364426115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/589393867364426115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/589393867364426115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/more-pictures.html' title='More Pictures!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Swu6hlPMvQI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YGtqlCwtO-I/s72-c/IMG_3076-745795.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2176726080739704666</id><published>2009-11-24T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:19:09.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon Hill'/><title type='text'>Moon Hill!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupEYrPLSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MZwrWIiFoUE/s1600/IMG_3068-776751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupEYrPLSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MZwrWIiFoUE/s320/IMG_3068-776751.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407601670396783906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupEsdWrJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BHMZmvQDmHc/s1600/IMG_3073-778179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupEsdWrJI/AAAAAAAAAKc/BHMZmvQDmHc/s320/IMG_3073-778179.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407601675707264146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupFDHdUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o-wqQPcfDT4/s1600/IMG_3092-779546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupFDHdUmI/AAAAAAAAAKk/o-wqQPcfDT4/s320/IMG_3092-779546.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407601681789440610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;After exploring the &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Mud Caves  &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;on Saturday, we stopped for lunch at a little village nearby. We  got some great sweet n' sour chicken, and then wandered through some shops set  up along the road. Guess what we came across in front of one of the shops?? A  &lt;FONT face=Heather&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;baby monkey&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;all  dressed up in a costume! And the man let us hold him! It was really funny, cuz  my hoodie has fur around the brim of the hood, and the monkey immediately jumped  over to me and started to stroke it, and then he just grabbed out a fistful of  it and started to eat it! Haha it was funny. Something even funnier was that  when Becca came up to try and hold him, the monkey tried to slap her in the  face, repeatedly. Haha he just loved my fuzzy coat so much he didn't want to go  anywhere else! He was adorable. Sadly we couldn't get a picture of him without  paying. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;Next,&amp;nbsp;we rode our bikes over to &lt;FONT face=Heather  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Moon Hill&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;, which is one of the 'Dr. Seuss'  mountains with a huge circle in the middle of it that is shaped like a moon. You  can hike up the mountain and take pictures from inside the moon, and it was  really neat. But it was a lot of steps up to that moon haha. At the top we got  some great pictures though! We also met some cute kids from a nearby city, and  one of the girls knew some English. We walked back down with her and her mom,  and they were very intrigued by how large American families were. The girl, who  we&amp;nbsp;named &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Samantha&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  size=1&gt;&amp;nbsp;(she reminded&amp;nbsp;us of one our really sweet girls we teach named  Samantha)&lt;/FONT&gt;, kept saying how she was an only child, but then she would talk  about her brothers and sisters, so we are still confused on exactly how many  kids are in her family. Maybe the other 'siblings' she was talking about were  really cousins or something.. who knows. But she was a really cute  girl!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  rode our bikes back to our Hostel after that, and then went to a restaurant  named &lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Minnie Mao's &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;for dinner,  where we got Burgers and Apple Pie!! Oh I love American food! After getting a  belly full of food, we went and crashed. We were &lt;FONT face=Heather  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;SOOO&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; tired. It was a ton of biking and hiking  that day, and we had been up since four! Man, a hard bed never felt so  soft!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pictures:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;First&lt;/STRONG&gt;: The little  village we ate at, with the mountains in the background.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Second&lt;/STRONG&gt;: A picture  of Moon Hill from far away.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Third&lt;/STRONG&gt;: View of the  mountains through the "moon" in Moon Hill.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2176726080739704666?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2176726080739704666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-hill.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2176726080739704666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2176726080739704666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/moon-hill.html' title='Moon Hill!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwupEYrPLSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/MZwrWIiFoUE/s72-c/IMG_3068-776751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2373613427127280168</id><published>2009-11-23T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:16:32.406-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mud Caves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yangshou'/><title type='text'>MUD CAVES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwDf5dj6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JRYqCecXo0Q/s1600/IMG_2966-729174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwDf5dj6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JRYqCecXo0Q/s320/IMG_2966-729174.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327876760309666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwDuTpPCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5UVMqDFzOB8/s1600/IMG_3064-730181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwDuTpPCI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5UVMqDFzOB8/s320/IMG_3064-730181.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327880628223010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwD-d_p8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yWzgS7znZ4A/s1600/IMG_3559-731229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwD-d_p8I/AAAAAAAAAKE/yWzgS7znZ4A/s320/IMG_3559-731229.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327884966602690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwEB-_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/W2dCGCu7x7U/s1600/IMG_3561-732041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwEB-_Q4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/W2dCGCu7x7U/s320/IMG_3561-732041.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407327885910295426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  went to one of the &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Heather size=4&gt;coolest&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;  places in the world last weekend. Seriously.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;It's  a little town called Yangshuo. It is home to some of the neatest places and sits  on the west bank of the Li River nestled amongst beautiful karst peaks. These  mountains have been nicknamed the "Dr. Seuss" Mountains  for&amp;nbsp;apparent&amp;nbsp;reasons, and they are the&amp;nbsp;stunning mountains I have  EVER seen.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;Anyways, I'll get back to my trip. We left Friday afternoon on a sleeper  bus &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(Woohoo it was like riding on the Knight Bus!)  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;for about 11 hours and got off at a street in Yangshuo  around 4:30 in the morning. Apparently we got off on the wrong stop.&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;FONT size=1&gt;(But can you blame us? We cant understand Chinese... at least it  was the right city..) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Thankfully, some other Chinese people  who got off the bus with us knew a little bit of English, and they had a cell  phone, so they helped us get a hold of our Hostel and get to where we were  going. One of the best things about Chinese people is that you are always  automatically friends, and they will always, &lt;EM&gt;always &lt;/EM&gt;help  you.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;By  the time we got settled at our Hostel, it was around 6:00 in the morning, so we  waited for some of the restaurants to open so we could get breakfast. We found a  great little place really close by that had amazing noodles in peanut sauce,  fried rice and dumplings. We ate there a few times on our trip it was so  good.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;The  next thing on our agenda for the day were the &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Jester  size=4&gt;Mud Caves&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;! The Mud Caves are huge caverns inside some of  the 'Dr. Seuss' mountains, and we couldn't wait to play in that mud. To get  there we had to bike, and we found a place that rents bikes for 5 kuai, which is  less than a dollar, for the entire day! How crazy is that?? So off we went on  our bikes. It didn't take long for us to get lost, however. Our Hostel lady  didn't give very good directions &lt;FONT size=1&gt;(a common occurrence,  sadly)&lt;/FONT&gt; and so as we circled around a few different round-abouts and rode  down a few roads for a long time, we finally found the right way. Luckily, the  ride was breathtakingly beautiful. This town is seriously nestled right in with  these&amp;nbsp;incredible mountains. The landscape was seriously beyond description.  I wish I could post my memories on my blog so you could see it all so much more  vividly.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;After about a 45 minute bike ride we got the Mud Caves place. We had to  take a very fast and bumpy ride in a van&amp;nbsp;along a dirt road to get to the  actual caves, and I must admit I was terrified that the van was going to fall  apart on every bump it hit. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(Side note about  Chinese&amp;nbsp;people: There is that misconception in American that Asians cant  drive, and I just want to set that straight. They can. They sooo can. They might  seem fast and crazy, but they are in way more control and &lt;EM&gt;waaay &lt;/EM&gt;more  vigilant than &lt;EM&gt;any &lt;/EM&gt;American driver)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;So,  to get inside the caves you have to take a little row boat through a small  entrance in the mountain, and follow that river a ways inside. Then you get out  of the boat and you get to literally walk all through these HUGE caverns. Some  of the rooms were at least 5 or 6 stories tall, and super wide. They were  amazing. And the rock formations were so neat to see. They also had little  wooden paths they had made, crisscrossing the river and climbing over the rocks.  We felt like we were in several different movies haha. &lt;FONT size=1&gt;(To name a  few: Walking through the Mines of Moria in 'Lord of the Rings', exploring our  pirate cave where we dump off all of our pirate loot like in 'Pirates of the  Caribbean', Working in the mines like the Seven Dwarves in 'Snow White' Hi Ho!!,  On our way to find One-Eyed Willy&amp;nbsp; like in 'The Goonies', walking through  Batman's Lair in 'Batman Begins', Finding the horcrux in&amp;nbsp;'Harry Potter and  the Half-Blood Prince', rowing our way to&amp;nbsp;Queen Mab's Dominion in 'Merlin',  etc., etc.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  were able to go on a tour of the whole cave, which goes through 4 of the  mountains, and the go back and play in the mud! So we changed into our swimsuits  and dove in! It was &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Market size=4&gt;WEIRD&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;. You  can float on the mud, and it is such a weird sensation. It is probably the  closest I have ever felt to flying haha. You just are suspended, and it doesn't  feel like you are touching anything! We got some great muddy pictures! &lt;FONT  size=1&gt;(We had to buy them from the workers though, which was kind of lame, but  of course they were way good pictures so we had to do it.) &lt;/FONT&gt;It was so  weird. So after floating, rolling and flopping in the mud, as well as sliding  into it, we hosed off and then made our way to the hot springs that were also  inside the caves. The hot springs felt SO good! It was kind of like a waterfall,  with little bath-shaped pockets on different levels with the water cascading  down. You just pop a squat in one of the holes, and soak up the heat! We were  able to relax in there for 30 blissful minutes before being ushered out into the  cold.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;That  was the first adventure on this trip! Stay tuned, for there are many more to  come!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pictures:&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;First:&lt;/STRONG&gt;  Some of the mountains in the background of the Li River. Beautiful,  huh?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Second:&lt;/STRONG&gt;  Me, Becca, Chelsey and Lindsay inside the caves. We got to climb on top of the  formations!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;FONT face="Arial, Geneva, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Third and  Fourth:&lt;/STRONG&gt; These are&amp;nbsp;two of the pictures we bought in the mud caves,  so I had to take a&amp;nbsp;picture of the pictures with my camera, so that's why  there is a slight glare, but it was the best I could do until I get home to a  scanner. Aren't we muddy? haha&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2373613427127280168?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2373613427127280168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/mud-caves.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2373613427127280168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2373613427127280168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/mud-caves.html' title='MUD CAVES!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SwqwDf5dj6I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/JRYqCecXo0Q/s72-c/IMG_2966-729174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6367296973253246670</id><published>2009-11-04T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:07:00.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SvFCXIyrIBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j8QGJPjzXv0/s1600-h/PA280247-747843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SvFCXIyrIBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j8QGJPjzXv0/s320/PA280247-747843.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400170393458384914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;EM&gt;That&lt;/EM&gt;'s how many times I was hit with a stick today.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;So how  did I get in this situation?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;I have  one word:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Piñata&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;I don't  recommend having a stuffed &lt;FONT  face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;animal&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;piñata&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;game while  teaching a whole bunch of&amp;nbsp;unruly and boisterous&amp;nbsp;five years olds,  unless you are looking for some kind of torture.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;There I  was this morning,&amp;nbsp;unsuspecting and&amp;nbsp;excited while I prepared for  today's lesson, reminiscing over all of the childhood memories I have of hitting  a &lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;piñata&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;. As I sat tying  that stuffed monkey to a long bamboo stick, I had no idea that in 30 minutes  time I would be cornered by a little&amp;nbsp;four year old boy named Ron, who was  blindfolded, walloping a stick, and VERY determined to hit that stuffed monkey.  I might add that Ron added&amp;nbsp;eight of those whacks&amp;nbsp;to the "Hit  List."&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;The  problem was that these blindfolded and dizzy children would follow the sound of  my voice while trying to hit the stuffed animal &lt;SPAN  style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif"&gt;piñata&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;, so as I was  telling them to "hit the monkey!" the kids&amp;nbsp;would come right over to where I  was standing, brandishing that stick the entire way. I dodged where I could, but  I will most definitely have bruises tomorrow.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;It was still a very enjoyable day. The kids were  cute as always. I just have one more word for you: OUCH.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Photo: This is Ron. Imagine that running at you with a 2 foot  plastic stick. It's a good thing he is so dang cute.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6367296973253246670?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6367296973253246670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/23_04.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6367296973253246670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6367296973253246670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/23_04.html' title='23'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SvFCXIyrIBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/j8QGJPjzXv0/s72-c/PA280247-747843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7970197989564601153</id><published>2009-11-01T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:58:42.766-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Kid Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Are YOU a Fat Kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2TKH2Y03I/AAAAAAAAAJk/-KIQJvdgWKY/s1600-h/IMG_1305-787923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2TKH2Y03I/AAAAAAAAAJk/-KIQJvdgWKY/s320/IMG_1305-787923.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399133330402235250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Do you find yourself wondering &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;"Am I a TRUE fat kid?"  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I am pleased to announce that the Fat Kid  Presidency has created a new way of testing your Fat Kid Level. You can now take  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;A  title=http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/15561548/are-you-a-fat-kid  href="http://quizilla.teennick.com/quizzes/15561548/are-you-a-fat-kid"&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#99cc00&gt;THIS&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#99cc00&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;quiz to test your skills. The only question now  is &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;are YOU  ready?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7970197989564601153?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7970197989564601153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-find-yourself-wondering-am-i.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7970197989564601153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7970197989564601153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-find-yourself-wondering-am-i.html' title='Are YOU a Fat Kid?'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2TKH2Y03I/AAAAAAAAAJk/-KIQJvdgWKY/s72-c/IMG_1305-787923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4047520486993240502</id><published>2009-11-01T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T05:35:32.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Kids &amp; Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KoIP0yYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nx_ScD74oio/s1600-h/DSC07119-704146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KoIP0yYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nx_ScD74oio/s320/DSC07119-704146.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399123950300350850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KoZusRTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6C3jRdtS4ms/s1600-h/DSC07096-705219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KoZusRTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/6C3jRdtS4ms/s320/DSC07096-705219.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399123954993218866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KogY99WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kcrWO6_Gnkc/s1600-h/IMG_2853-706184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KogY99WI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kcrWO6_Gnkc/s320/IMG_2853-706184.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399123956781151586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;On Friday we had a &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT face=Cezanne  size=5&gt;&lt;FONT color=#ff6600&gt;H&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;a&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff6600&gt;l&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;l&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff6600&gt;o&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;w&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff6600&gt;e&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#000000&gt;e&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT  color=#ff6600&gt;n&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; party with our students!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;All of the teachers dressed up in costumes and  the kids loved it. I decided to be a fairy and made wings out of hangers and  garbage bags and when the kids saw me they all shouted "butterfly, teacher,  butterfly!" I decided to just go with it instead of try to teach them what a  fairy was. So now I am a butterfly. Lindsay made a way cool pirates sword, and  even put beads in her hair. Chelsey was a witch, and Becca and Teresa were  cats.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We also taught them how to Trick-or-Treat! We  decorated paper bags and then the kids went from classroom to classroom knocking  on the doors and chanting &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Trick-or-Treat, Trick-or-Treat!" &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;while we dropped candies into their bags.  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(FYI Chinese candy = Gross)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;After the Trick-or-Treating, we played the Donuts  on a String game where you have to try and eat all of your donut without using  your hands. At first the children were okay at not using their hands, but after  a couple minutes they got restless and started to cheat. They were SO FUNNY to  watch. Most of them were sticking their tongues out as far as they could reach,  trying to rope in the donut. The donuts also had sugar on top, and so the kids'  faces were covered in little white granules. Haha they were  adorable.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The kids had a ton of fun learning a new Holiday  from us, and we had a ton of fun teaching them about Halloween. All in all, It  was a &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;BLAST!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Photo #1: All of the teachers in our costumes with our foreign  coordinator Annie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Photo #2: Cherry and her donut.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;Photo #3: Adorable Yumi with her sugar face.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4047520486993240502?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4047520486993240502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-halloween.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4047520486993240502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4047520486993240502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/11/kids-halloween.html' title='Kids &amp; Halloween'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Su2KoIP0yYI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Nx_ScD74oio/s72-c/DSC07119-704146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-5548689189392736225</id><published>2009-10-31T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:23:12.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>This is Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0iAS8RQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6huv9iQrhk4/s1600-h/IMG_2906-728058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0iAS8RQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6huv9iQrhk4/s320/IMG_2906-728058.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747812110025986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0iflV6oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tjuHA_NCcPU/s1600-h/IMG_2880-729002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0iflV6oI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tjuHA_NCcPU/s320/IMG_2880-729002.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747820508703362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0ipjBRjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z5g2R4-GjwU/s1600-h/IMG_2888-730128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0ipjBRjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/z5g2R4-GjwU/s320/IMG_2888-730128.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747823183316530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0i1_ZXXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hImJSbmnd3g/s1600-h/IMG_2909-731230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0i1_ZXXI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hImJSbmnd3g/s320/IMG_2909-731230.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398747826523561330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Woohoo! Its that time of year again! I love  Halloween, and this year I got to help make a Haunted House!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The Chinese teachers here asked us (well,  demanded is more like it) to make a Haunted House for the Halloween party that  was being thrown for all the International schools in the area. We were really  excited, but of course we were a little overwhelmed. Haunted Houses are a lot of  work, ya know? So we designed a layout of sorts, and decided what we wanted in  the house and got to work! It took FOREVER to make but we got it all  done!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I'll walk you through the Haunted House. You  enter through some black cloth and come upon a creepy zombie rocking in a chair  (that would be Chelsey) who then follows you. All of the sudden a ghost pops up  out of nowhere, and frightens you. Then the zombie pushes you into a room and  locks you in. There you find an insane clown, draped in chains. There is banging  on the doors and walls, and the clown is clanking the chains and staring you  down. The door then opens and the clown and zombie push you into another room.  On the wall there is a sign saying "crazy doctor" (China's version of a mad  scientist) and there are bowls with eyeballs and a brain. There are jars filled  with ominous colored liquids, jars filled with floating animals, and jars  containing animals with too many legs. On a different table you find&amp;nbsp;half a  head and a knife, covered in blood. The Doctor has been working.... You find  yourself caught up in looking at all these &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;disturbing  scenes, peering into the bowls and touching the brain. And, before you can  register what is happening, a skeleton (me) pops out from behind the open door,  and you go screaming back into the hall with the clown and zombie close at your  tail. You now find yourself in a dark hallway, and you can barely see. The  monsters behind you are pushing you onward, but the steps you take are small  from the fear of the unknown that lies ahead. You scuffle into another room  where 3 coffins lay. On the wall hangs a sign and a mirror.. the sign tells of  the 3 dead who lay here, and to turn around 3 times and look into the mirror,  where you'll see one of their ghosts.&amp;nbsp;Being a curious person, you follow  the directions, and after you come to a stop from your spinning, nothing  happens. You look around in disappointment and hear a scream. You then realize  the scream is coming from your own mouth, because one of the dead bodies  (Teresa) is now sitting up, and moving towards you. You run out of the room and  down a new hallway. You make a turn and see before you a slight glow. As you  move closer and closer you find a room filled with glowing sticks. This is a  most interesting room, you are thinking. All of the sudden some of the lights  are moving towards you. You are confused, and scared, because glowing sticks  shouldn't be able to move. You then understand that it is a monster (Lindsay)  jumping out towards you. After some more screaming and running down dark  hallways, you see the exit ahead. You bolt for the door, and as you cross the  threshold a giant spider drops onto your head from nowhere. You brush it aside,  yelling as you go.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Our Haunted House was a pretty good hit. We made  several kids cry and leap into their parents arms. It was pretty fun haha. We  also had a performance at the party. All of our kids sang songs for their  parents. They sang the Itsy Bitsy Spider, One Two&amp;nbsp;Buckle my Shoe, and the  Witch Song. After that we had the wonderful experience of performing Thriller  again. This time was more fun because we used the whole song, not just a segment  from it. We started out going through the crowd and scaring them, and when the  chorus would come on we would brake out into the dance steps. For the last two  minutes of the song we went up on the stage and performed the whole routine. It  was really cool because we were all dressed up and had our creepy face paint.  The face paint was lots of fun to have, except a lot of the children were too  afraid to come up to us and say hello, which was sad. A few of them would warm  up to us as soon as they heard our voices and realized it was us. One of my  favorite students, a 4 year old named Yumi, saw me and wasn't afraid at all! She  just yelled "Teacher!!" and came running over to me to show me her costume and  give me a hug. It was super cute. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The party was a lot of fun! After it was over we  had to walk home, and it was the funnest walk I have ever been on. If you ever  want a good laugh, paint your face really creepy, and then go walking on the  streets of an unsuspecting China. You'll love it haha. The Chinese don't  celebrate Halloween, and so as we were walking home we got a lot of funny  stares. We decided that we should try to scare people while we were at it, so  when we would pass shops we would just stand there looking through the window at  people until they would look up and when they finally did, they would jump sky  high. Sometimes they would cower into a friend of theirs and wouldn't look up  again&amp;nbsp;for a few minutes, hoping we would be gone when they finally sat up.  These were the most fun because we would move even closer to that person and  wait, and when they finally looked up again we would scare them even more than  before. Haha it was way too much fun. And when we were walking, people would  avoid us as much as possible, walking on the road to stay as far away as  possible. When we got to a really crowded area where all of the shopping places  are, we were able to scare a lot of people. But after a little bit they all  started whipping out their cell phones and began to take pictures of us and with  us. This turned into a 15 minute photo shoot, and we ended up being "escorted of  the premises" by the guards. It was so funny.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Halloween is &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;SO &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;MUCH &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;FUN!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;(Pictures: #1: All of the teachers and our foreign coordinator  Annie inside the Haunted house. #2: Me and Yumi, one of my favorite students.  #3: Part of the Mad Scientist's room. Note- All of the things in the jars are  REAL. We found them in a box in a creepy deserted room. #4: Becca and I in our  face paint.)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-5548689189392736225?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/5548689189392736225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5548689189392736225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5548689189392736225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-halloween.html' title='This is Halloween!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/Suw0iAS8RQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6huv9iQrhk4/s72-c/IMG_2906-728058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-8106571867468167893</id><published>2009-10-26T04:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:24:47.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael buble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Love of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuWDgEmZfrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/veE76VQRYLI/s1600-h/W_7_06_Buble_114-792298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuWDgEmZfrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/veE76VQRYLI/s320/W_7_06_Buble_114-792298.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396864315487256242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;My whole heart belongs to him. I would marry him  without a second thought. Who is this, you may ask?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Michael Buble.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;He sings to my very soul. I LOVE his voice. I  have all of his CD's, and every song memorized. I can listen to him for hours  everyday and never get sick of his wonderful,&amp;nbsp;crooning voice.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;And guess what. He has a new CD out, Crazy Love,  and I want it SOOOOO bad. How many times can you listen to and iTunes sample?  I've already listened to all of&amp;nbsp;his new&amp;nbsp;CD's samples like 10 times.  And there is a music video on the Deluxe version, and I have watched that clip  probably 100 times. So why am I not buying the CD?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Cuz its $14.99, which is about $150 kuai. And I  really need that $150 kuai. Isn't is depressing? Trust me, it is. So I'll buy  the CD in a couple months. (Unless I just break down and buy it haha, which is  definitely a possibility)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I guess the point of this post is, if you haven't  heard Michael's new CD, go listen to it! And if you haven't heard Michael Buble  at all, then, well, there's no point in living until you do. So go listen to  him, and you'll know EXACTLY what I mean. Ah... I'm listening to him right now,  and my ears are so happy... &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-8106571867468167893?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/8106571867468167893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8106571867468167893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8106571867468167893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-of-my-life.html' title='The Love of My Life'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuWDgEmZfrI/AAAAAAAAAIM/veE76VQRYLI/s72-c/W_7_06_Buble_114-792298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-273950788583107749</id><published>2009-10-25T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:25:57.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Forbidden City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Forbidden City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFtkIk5JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5x3KGOqIums/s1600-h/IMG_2307-719971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFtkIk5JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5x3KGOqIums/s320/IMG_2307-719971.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585271336952978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFt6M9D9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/R4UhsBivQ8A/s1600-h/IMG_2332-723272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFt6M9D9I/AAAAAAAAAH8/R4UhsBivQ8A/s320/IMG_2332-723272.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585277260894162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFuYCJOlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CE_v7GqfoJA/s1600-h/IMG_2387-724707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFuYCJOlI/AAAAAAAAAIE/CE_v7GqfoJA/s320/IMG_2387-724707.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396585285268617810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-273950788583107749?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/273950788583107749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/forbidden-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/273950788583107749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/273950788583107749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/forbidden-city.html' title='Forbidden City'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSFtkIk5JI/AAAAAAAAAH0/5x3KGOqIums/s72-c/IMG_2307-719971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1920527948687438719</id><published>2009-10-25T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:26:55.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lama Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Lama Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSCnJEL23I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ohRMZl5C5o/s1600-h/IMG_1875-727702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSCnJEL23I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ohRMZl5C5o/s320/IMG_1875-727702.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396581862456679282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSCnjguJhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GQzi70uDfWc/s1600-h/IMG_1931-729960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSCnjguJhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GQzi70uDfWc/s320/IMG_1931-729960.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396581869555688978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;This temple was right by our Hostel and it was AMAZING! So many beautiful  colors!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1920527948687438719?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1920527948687438719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/lama-temple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1920527948687438719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1920527948687438719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/lama-temple.html' title='Lama Temple'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuSCnJEL23I/AAAAAAAAAHk/5ohRMZl5C5o/s72-c/IMG_1875-727702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7304407137401829464</id><published>2009-10-25T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:27:31.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Beijing Trip Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_Df81TlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RIiiv0aJW3c/s1600-h/IMG_1963-716788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_Df81TlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RIiiv0aJW3c/s320/IMG_1963-716788.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396577951589682770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_DuUeSkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LxyHEShcEAc/s1600-h/IMG_2643-718415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_DuUeSkI/AAAAAAAAAHU/LxyHEShcEAc/s320/IMG_2643-718415.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396577955446934082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_EBbG84I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1LZoVRTNMok/s1600-h/IMG_2505-719985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_EBbG84I/AAAAAAAAAHc/1LZoVRTNMok/s320/IMG_2505-719985.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396577960575038338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Photo 1: Kissable Panda at the Beijing Zoo! Chelsey and I couldn't  resist.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Photo 2: Super cool sunglasses at the silk market. Jealous?&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Photo 3: A dragon boat on the lake in front of the Summer  Palace.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7304407137401829464?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7304407137401829464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-trip-randomness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7304407137401829464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7304407137401829464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-trip-randomness.html' title='Beijing Trip Randomness'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR_Df81TlI/AAAAAAAAAHM/RIiiv0aJW3c/s72-c/IMG_1963-716788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4836913319549515013</id><published>2009-10-25T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:28:36.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Wall of China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>More Great Wall Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jRlHWeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/606QyQbx1Is/s1600-h/IMG_2146-752919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jRlHWeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/606QyQbx1Is/s320/IMG_2146-752919.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570800906525154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jm0Q_HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mRQHHjgIMpI/s1600-h/IMG_2153-753985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jm0Q_HI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mRQHHjgIMpI/s320/IMG_2153-753985.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570806607215730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jwN9lgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/e3zyDaWhl_8/s1600-h/IMG_2215-755046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jwN9lgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/e3zyDaWhl_8/s320/IMG_2215-755046.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396570809130915330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV  style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal; FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I thought you would all enjoy some more photos from one of the most amazing  places in the world!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4836913319549515013?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4836913319549515013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-great-wall-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4836913319549515013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4836913319549515013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/more-great-wall-pictures.html' title='More Great Wall Pictures'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SuR4jRlHWeI/AAAAAAAAAG0/606QyQbx1Is/s72-c/IMG_2146-752919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-8719514626704234613</id><published>2009-10-23T22:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:30:23.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Logan'/><title type='text'>ATTENTION PLEASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;Attention all citizens of &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;LOGAN&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;, and  students of &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;UTAH STATE  UNIVERSITY&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  are looking for &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;3 openings &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;in apartments  for this &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;SPRING semester&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;Since I am currently on the other side of the planet, it is hard to find  such accommodations.&amp;nbsp;So....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  need &lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;YOU&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;All  my&amp;nbsp;friends who read this and got to USU, help me out! That  means:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Brittany Hart&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Megan Carter&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Amanda Carter&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Mandy&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; (I cant remember your last  name haha)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Megan Bell &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;(does she read this with  you Mandy?)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Stephanie Boothe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; (Um, please tell  Sami haha)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;REALLY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; need your help!  Because of the time difference It makes it&amp;nbsp;almost impossible for us to  coordinate a time to call different apartment complexes and see if they have any  contracts that need buying, plus it isn't cheap to call. So &lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;PRETTY, PRETTY&amp;nbsp;PLEASE&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; help a girl  out!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;I  know of a few girls who want to sell&amp;nbsp;their contracts in &lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Pineview&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;, I just don't have a way of contacting  them, but we need to tell them we'll buy them, so keep your eyes peeled for  signs, and, if you have to, eavesdrop on other peoples conversations  haha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;Thanks a ton people of  Logan.&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-8719514626704234613?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/8719514626704234613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/attention-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8719514626704234613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8719514626704234613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/attention-please.html' title='ATTENTION PLEASE'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3960648007189866829</id><published>2009-10-14T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:33:39.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Wall of China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Beijing Trip Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPOvAyewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bXpTHdnm4w0/s1600-h/IMG_2388-702292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPOvAyewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bXpTHdnm4w0/s320/IMG_2388-702292.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392443980890929922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPPcn2SbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7MGxLRL3hkY/s1600-h/IMG_2506-704806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPPcn2SbI/AAAAAAAAAGk/7MGxLRL3hkY/s320/IMG_2506-704806.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392443993134352818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPQEnjOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bPxPSjQ4VD4/s1600-h/IMG_2599-707433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPQEnjOpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bPxPSjQ4VD4/s320/IMG_2599-707433.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392444003870522002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I'll just jump right in from the where I left  off.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;After the zoo, we went to grab dinner before the  rest of our night.&amp;nbsp; We stopped at a little restaurant by our Hostel that  had the comforting sign above its door saying:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"Relax! We have an English  Menu!"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We ate at this restaurant like 4 times during our  stay, and we have yet to see that English menu. But the food there was  delicious. It was the first place we found sweet n' sour chicken, and man was it  good. We got it every time we went. They also have this really good fried rice,  and a dessert (I don't know how to spell it) that is like a fried roll that they  serve with a buttery honey sauce that is to die for. MMMM so, so, so, so  yummy.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;After dinner we went to a Kung Fu show! It was SO  CRAZY COOL. It was a story about a young boy&amp;nbsp;starting&amp;nbsp;on a  journey&amp;nbsp;to be a Kung Fu Master, and about his trials and overcoming them,  and then finally succeeding. Through the whole show all the performers were  doing amazing Kung Fu routines, and it was so entertaining to watch. My favorite  part was when they brought out long strands of material, and the performers did  way cool stunts with them, just by holding on to the material. They would fly  across the stage and swing each other around. It was so neat.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;On Tuesday, we went on a tour of the  &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;GREAT WALL OF CHINA.  &lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;t was SOOO cool. We found an  amazing tour guide who took us to a part of the wall that isn't open to the  public, so there were barely any other tourists there, and it felt like we were  all alone on this amazing wall that snakes on forever through huge, lush green  mountains. We felt like we were on top of the world. It was so beautiful up  there. We spent a few hours hiking along the wall and ate lunch on it and took  so many amazing pictures. We were so sad when we had to climb off the wall and  hike back down. But on the hike back down, I hit a patch of loose gravel and  took a really hard fall and twisted like every muscle on the left side of my  body, and somehow in the same motion managed to land way hard on my right side  and scratched and bruised my leg way bad. But it is a way cool battle trophy. We  joke about how the "Great Wall kissed me" before I left. But it is seriously one  of the coolest bruise/cut combos I have ever seen. But after we hiked back down  we went to a little village that is right at the base of the mountain where we  sat at a little restaurant and talked with our tour group before heading home.  It was nice and relaxing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Wednesday we went on a really big tour to the  Temple of Heaven, the Forbidden City, the Summer Palace, and also silk and pearl  factories. It was a really cool tour. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We headed out at seven thirty in the morning to  the Temple of Heaven, and we were early enough to see the sun hitting the temple  and it made the colors shine really pretty. The Temple of Heaven is beautiful,  and made all out of wood, and the architecture of it is amazing. They also have  it painted really extravagantly with reds, teals, blues and golds. The Temple of  Heaven is really neat, and one of the things I liked most about it was that huge  groups of Chinese people meet outside it every morning and there are groups of  little ladies doing Tai Chi, couples practicing ballroom and ancient Chinese  dance, and groups of old men playing chess and flutes. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Our next stop was a silk factory where we learned  how they make their beautiful silk products. It was really interesting, but I  feel bad for the poor silk worms cuz they just drop them in boiling water while  they are in their cocoons so they can steal their silk. Poor, poor silk worms.  But the process of taking the cocoon&amp;nbsp;and getting the silk strands is really  insane. Its hard to explain and it would take a long time, so I wont, but if you  are interested in that sort of thing, look it up lol. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;From there we went to the Forbidden City! I was  really excited for this part because before we left I read a lot about the  Forbidden City online&amp;nbsp;so I would know what&amp;nbsp;everything meant and have  more of a background. I absolutely&amp;nbsp;loved seeing it! It is HUGE. It is the  biggest wooden structure in the world, and they didn't use any nails to make it!  It blows my mind. It is really beautiful, too. Some of the buildings they have  preserved in its original form, and they haven't repainted any of the outside,  so we were able to see some of the original paintings that are several hundred  years old. We also got to walk through the imperial gardens, and they have huge  trees and pavilions, and there was a really cool rock formation there that had  lots of holes throughout it, and it led up to a building that the emperors would  use to interview people. I have so neat photos of it. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We then got to go see the pearl&amp;nbsp;factory,  where they showed us some fresh water oysters that they harvest from the lake at  the Summer Palace.&amp;nbsp;Fresh water oysters have a lot of pearls in  them,&amp;nbsp;around 20, compared to salt water oysters that only have one. I  thought that was interesting. The lady who was talking&amp;nbsp;to our group cut one  of the oysters open and&amp;nbsp;she let us keep some of the pearls inside. They  also taught us how to see if a pearl is fake or not. I am pretty sure  some&amp;nbsp;of the pearl necklaces I got from Hawaii are fake. So I am mad. But at  least&amp;nbsp;I will be able to differentiate between&amp;nbsp;fake and real ones from  here on out! &lt;/FONT&gt;(Want to&amp;nbsp;know how to tell? Rub two pearls together, and  if they make a&amp;nbsp;grinding,&amp;nbsp;gritty noise and then leave a powder, then  they are real.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Our last stop was the Summer Palace. And you've  guessed it- this is where the emperor and the royal family would spend their  summers! The Summer Palace was beautiful. It is set right next to a huge lake,  and is surrounded by Weeping Willows and pines. It is also home to the longest  corridor in the world, just in case you wanted to know. Apparently the emperor  and empress wanted to be able to take walks outside while it was raining, so  they had a huge corridor built that goes to all of the many different buildings  contained in the Summer Palace. Personally, I think an umbrella might have been  a way cheaper answer to this problem, but that's just me.&amp;nbsp;However, I can  now say that I have walked down the longest corridor in the World. At the Summer  Palace&amp;nbsp;there is a little island in the middle of the lake and we got to  take a boat across the lake to see&amp;nbsp;the island&amp;nbsp;and the buildings  there.&amp;nbsp;The boat ride was fun and we got some cool pictures of the Palace  from a distance. Its really peaceful&amp;nbsp;at the&amp;nbsp;Palace, so I can see  why&amp;nbsp;an emperor would pick that spot to build his summer getaway. Oh, and  FYI, if someone ever tells you that the Summer Palace and the Forbidden city are  pretty much the same so don't go and see both, it's a lie. I'm so glad we saw  both of the places. They both are special for different reasons, and they both  have unique characteristics that I highly enjoyed.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;That tour was JAM PACKED and we had quite the  day! It was so much fun and we got to see so many amazing things and places!  That night we went to the new Olympic Park! We went at night when everything was  all lit up and glowing! The Bird's Nest and the Aquatics Center are way cool at  night. It was fun to see it all and walk where Michael Phelps has walked.  &lt;/FONT&gt;(Possibly, but don't ruin&amp;nbsp;that daydream&amp;nbsp;for me.) &lt;FONT  size=3&gt;Pretty much, &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Olympic Park = Awesome.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;On Thursday we went to the Silk and Pearl  &lt;EM&gt;Market. &lt;/EM&gt;Oh my goodness.&amp;nbsp;It is SO overwhelming. There are 6 floors  of a huge building just filled with shop after shop after shop of everything and  anything. And if that is tempting enough, add 3 Chinese people to every shop  calling at you to come inside, grabbing your arms and pulling you to their  table, saying: &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"I give you special price, so cheap for  you!"&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Just so you know, they are LYING THROUGH THEIR  TEETH when they say that. I am like 99.99% positive that these shop owners don't  have a conscience. They will jack up the price by 400% just because you are  white, and they think you are made of money. But, good thing for us, we have  gotten pretty good at bartering. And bartering can be SO much fun. &lt;/FONT&gt;(which  doesn't help if you are trying to not buy anything haha) &lt;FONT size=3&gt;The shop  owners will try and get the best price they can, and they hate to drop, even if  the thing they are selling cost them $1 to buy. They just say things  like&amp;nbsp;"You break-a my heart!" and "Please, please too low, too  low!"&amp;nbsp;and they will 'comfort' you by saying things like, "You are my  friend, I give you low, low price!" and they will quietly whisper "Shhh! Best  price, don't tell!"&amp;nbsp;But, they are still lying. The trick is you have to  name a really low price, and they will say "No, No, too low, too low!" and then  you&amp;nbsp;just &lt;EM&gt;walk away. &lt;/EM&gt;95% of the time you will get a little Chinese  lady running after you yelling "Okay, okay, I give you, I give you." But don't  feel guilty, because if a Chinese person were to walk in to their shop, they  would sell for an even lower price. It can seriously be so much fun to  barter.&amp;nbsp; Luckily for me, Becca had a HUGE list of pearl items from her  sister that she had to buy, so I helped her barter and get all of her stuff for  2 hours while evading the temptation to buy tons and tons. We also met a friend  along the way, named May. She was the worker at the pearl stand, and was way  nice. She finally gave in to our hard core bartering skills and told us we were  difficult so she was giving in, and so we got it all for a good deal.  &lt;/FONT&gt;(hopefully) &lt;FONT size=3&gt;We even got a picture with her, and then she  gave Becca and me free necklaces haha. She was a cutie.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;That night we went to the Chinese Acrobatics  show. It was so cool, and kind of disturbing, because I do not know how they get  their bodies to do the things that they do. I wont even try to describe it, but  it was awesome. After the show we went with out Great Wall tour guide, Ben, to a  restaurant nearby. It was a "hot pot" restaurant, where they have a big circle  table with a hole in it and a burner underneath, and they bring out a huge bowl  with two sides: Spicy and spicier. Then they bring out meat shavings and an  assortment of vegetables that you drop in the boiling soups, and they cook way  fast and you just grab it out and eat! It's a lot of fun, and I think we should  get some in America. &lt;/FONT&gt;(We might already... I just don't know haha) &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;On Friday we hopped back on a train. Sad, I know.  But this time is wasn't as bad. We had a hard sleepers, which are hard bunks in  little compartments. There are 6 beds to a compartment, and Becca and I were in  the top bunks of one. It was interesting, but fun. We had to climb to the 3rd  bunk without a ladder, but if you step on the lower beds, then the Chinese  people in them get mad at you. Haha so it was slightly difficult but we managed  just fine. And this train ride was only 21 hours long, and much more enjoyable  due to the fact that we could sleep on a bed with a pillow and blanket. We were  really sad to leave Beijing though. We loved that trip. I am so thankful that I  had the opportunity to go there and see so many cool things. I am so spoiled. I  wish I could show everyone everything that I've seen, or at least show more  pictures, but I can't. I'll try and put as many good ones up as I  can!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3960648007189866829?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3960648007189866829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-trip-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3960648007189866829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3960648007189866829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-trip-part-2.html' title='Beijing Trip Part 2'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StXPOvAyewI/AAAAAAAAAGc/bXpTHdnm4w0/s72-c/IMG_2388-702292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6315446613775543272</id><published>2009-10-12T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:36:01.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Great Wall of China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>I Climbed the GREAT WALL OF CHINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMxFH65fKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sYMA66hxdP8/s1600-h/IMG_2195-744323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMxFH65fKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sYMA66hxdP8/s320/IMG_2195-744323.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391707142987807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Enough said.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6315446613775543272?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6315446613775543272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-climbed-great-wall-of-china.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6315446613775543272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6315446613775543272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-climbed-great-wall-of-china.html' title='I Climbed the GREAT WALL OF CHINA'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMxFH65fKI/AAAAAAAAAGU/sYMA66hxdP8/s72-c/IMG_2195-744323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6472415958621781055</id><published>2009-10-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:40:02.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muslim Quarters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lama Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xi&apos;an'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terracotta Warriors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing'/><title type='text'>Beijing and Xi'an</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMlb1YmYrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bqFdTnOCwtI/s1600-h/IMG_2015-762932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMlb1YmYrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bqFdTnOCwtI/s320/IMG_2015-762932.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391694339009569458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;&lt;FONT  face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=5&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We just got back from our week long vacation to Xi'an  and Beijing! Man oh man did so much cool stuff happen! &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;We started out on a nice note with a 26 hour train ride to  Xi'an. And guess what. We had STANDING tickets. It was a lovely experience. It's  one of my favorite things to stand in between seats full of Chinese people for  26 hours, surrounded by smoking men and people hawking lougies. Better yet, we  were perched right next to the squatter.&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt;(If you don't know  what this is, look it up.) &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I am now positive that Chinese  people have smaller bladders than anyone else on the planet. We were having to  move&amp;nbsp;ourselves and our luggage every 23 seconds&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT  size=2&gt;(approximately)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; and the smell was wonderful. If you  are looking for a way to spend 26 hours of your life, I recommend this!&lt;/FONT&gt;  &lt;/FONT&gt;(I'm being super sarcastic here, in case you couldn't figure that out  haha)&amp;nbsp; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;Okay, okay it wasn't so bad. The first 2 hours were,  but then we made some friends who let us go sit on the floor with them, and then  it got better. The thing about China is that wherever you go you will meet a new  buddy. We have so many new Chinese friends we just don't know what to do with  them! So, as words can't really express this train experience, I'll stop here.  But I will say that I wouldn't take back that memory. But I will NEVER do it  again haha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;We  arrived in Xi'an at 11:00 Friday night, and so we went straight to our Hostel  and crashed then on Saturday morning we went adventuring.&amp;nbsp; We were only  staying in Xi'an til that evening, so we had to cram! Our first stop was the  Terracotta Warriors. If you haven't heard about them, they are pretty much a  huge collection of clay soldiers that were unearthed&amp;nbsp; in the 70's when a  farmer found a clay ear in his well he was digging. They were buried with an  emperor to help him journey to the next world. They were pretty interesting, and  I was surprised by how big they were and how much detail each one had. It  probably took forever to make all of them.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;After the Terracotta Warriors we went and explored the Muslim Quarters.  It's a block full of shops and food places that are surrounding a Muslim Mosque  that was built almost 800 years ago. It was really entertaining, and everywhere  you looked there was something new and exciting to capture your attention. The  Mosque was beautiful. Becca and I were really excited to see the Mosque because  we took and Intro to Islam class together last fall, so we got to use some of  that knowledge while we explored. It was really fun.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;That night we had to get back on a train&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT  size=2&gt;(sigh)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;for another 13 hours so we could get to  Beijing. This time it wasn't so bad, because we had hard seats, so we were able  to get some shut eye in. At this point we were all so exhausted that we could  have fallen asleep practically anywhere, so we were happy to be able to sit  down.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"&gt;&lt;FONT  size=3&gt;We got to Beijing&amp;nbsp;around noon&amp;nbsp;and checked into our Hostel there  &lt;/FONT&gt;(the Candy Inn, and I would highly recommend it!)&lt;FONT size=3&gt; and  then&amp;nbsp;we got started with our day! Our first stop was the Lama  Temple.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=4&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;The Lama Temple is old. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;(don't ask how  old cuz I don't remember haha)&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=3&gt;It used to be a palace for  princes to live at, and then it was made into a temple a few hundred years ago.  It is really amazing and beautiful. The Chinese use such beautiful colors in  their buildings, and such amazing architecture. We took some beautiful pictures,  and we were able to see some people worship with incense. Its really cool to see  how such a different religion works. In one of the buildings there they have a  HUGE statue. Its over 26 meters high,&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT size=2&gt;(A giraffe is about 5  meters high, so maybe that can put it into perspective for you a little  bit)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt; and it was made out of a single piece of&amp;nbsp;  sandalwood! It actually holds the Guiness Book of World Records for largest  statue made out of a piece of wood, just in case you would ever want to know  that random fact. It was a ton of fun to see.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif" size=3&gt;On  Monday we went and saw the Beijing Zoo! The Hogle Zoo will never be as cool ever  again. The Beijing Zoo in huge. They have like 10 times as many animals. I'll  tell you a couple of my favorite things that we saw/did. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS, Comic Sans, Sans-serif"  size=3&gt;Well, in China, instead of selling hot dogs at stands like we do in  America, they sell these meat sticks. I was really hungry, and they smelled  pretty good, so I thought I would try one. At first it wasn't too bad, it just  tasted like China &lt;FONT size=2&gt;(and yes, China has a flavor). &lt;/FONT&gt;But then I  felt something weird in my mouth, so I spit out the piece I was eating and  looked at it and it had thick spikey black hairs in it. So, of course I wasn't  going to eat anymore. But China also doesn't believe in having very many garbage  cans, so I had to hold onto the meat stick for awhile. So, as we were walking,  we came up to some of the monkey exhibits. They are very different than the U.S.  ones. For starters, they just have glass walls, and then no top. And, as should  be expected, people were throwing in food and trash to try and feed the monkeys.  Someone threw in an entire bucket full of popcorn that was still sealed in  plastic, and this big furry monkey came over and grabbed it, finally figured out  how to open it, and ate the popcorn. So, we were just standing there, taking in  all the madness, when I remembered I had a meat stick in my hand. Might as well  not let it go to waste, right? So I chucked a chunk of it over the glass wall  and I hit a baby monkey in the head. Haha it was kinda funny. At first he just  looked around all confused and then he realized there was a piece of food on the  ground next to him and so he picked up the meat chunk and started gnawing on it.  It was really funny. So that is the story of the Meat Stick and the Monkey.  Another highlight of the Zoo was the Zebras!&amp;nbsp; You know how in the Hogle Zoo  the Zebras are far away and you just get to see them from a distance?&amp;nbsp;  Well, in China it's the total opposite. They keep the zebras in a big pen that  is lowered about 5 feet from the sidewalk, and all they have around the pen is a  small metal fence. So we could just lean across the fence and totally PET the  ZEBRAS. Yes, you heard correctly! We got to PET them! It was so cool. They are  so pretty. We also got to see cute, cuddly, fat panda bears!&amp;nbsp; They were  adorable.&amp;nbsp; The Zoo was amazing.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT face="Comic Sans MS" size=3&gt;This post is already way  long, so I'll stop here for now and then write more later! I have so much more  to tell!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6472415958621781055?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6472415958621781055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-and-xian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6472415958621781055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6472415958621781055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/10/beijing-and-xian.html' title='Beijing and Xi&apos;an'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/StMlb1YmYrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/bqFdTnOCwtI/s72-c/IMG_2015-762932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4316257705549380231</id><published>2009-09-30T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:41:04.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>My New (ish) Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsNtwJZiWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MNJ7IPccSfg/s1600-h/DSC05492-799909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsNtwJZiWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MNJ7IPccSfg/s320/DSC05492-799909.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387270253189421730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Well.... you all know that I love  shoes.&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;L - O - V - E&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;Shoes. Always have, always will, they're apart of  me and who I am&amp;nbsp;sorta thing. Before I&amp;nbsp;left for China I was at  approximately 97 pairs of shoes. I am fully aware that this is a little on the  ridiculous side. But I can't help it.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(Admitting there is a problem is one of the first  steps, right? At least I am on the right track..)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;This summer I did a really good job of not buying  any shoes; I had to save money for China, right? Well, all that hard work has  gone down the drain. I am here to admit defeat. I have been sucked in in the  worst possible way.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;China shoes are&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;ADORABLE.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;There aren't really words to describe shoe  shopping in China. Its amazing, and I am so sad that I will&amp;nbsp;have to leave  this shoe heaven. Chinese shoes are MADE for my feet (or at least that's what I  tell myself). They always have my small size, and I LOVE it! And, what's even  better, is that all the shoes seem to sparkle. No, they aren't all glittery and  stuff (though a lot of them are), but they just seem to radiate love and beauty  an joy. They sit all delicate and shiny on their little shelves, taunting me and  my small wallet. Its TORTURE. And the worse part is, that compared to U.S.  pricing, they are SUPER cheap. So, in a way, it is logical to stalk up and buy a  lot of nice shoes for an amazing price while I'm here, but I know that I'll  still keeping buying shoes wherever I am for the rest of my life. But what's a  girl to do?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;One of the girl's that I teach with, Teresa, gave  me this advice:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;"When in doubt, buy  it."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I don't think this is good advice for me (or  anyone for that matter), but while I am holding that pair of black velvet  stilettos with diamond studded heels and embellishments, for the super low price  of $10 (American money), it's the only thing running through my head. And it  just gets worse when I spot the purple patent leather heels with heart shape  diamonds on the toes, or the navy blue ballet&amp;nbsp;flats with black jewels,  or.... I can go forever, so I'll just stop there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;It literally causes me pain.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;(Okay, maybe not physical pain, but you know what  I mean.)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=1&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;I think I've done pretty well for how tempted I  have been. I've only bought 10 pairs. (So far)&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;So I guess this post is dedicated to now having  more than 100 pairs of shoes, and also to China, and their wonderful stores that  suck me right in. I hope they sell these wonderful shoes online... that would  solve everything... haha.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4316257705549380231?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4316257705549380231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-ish-obsession.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4316257705549380231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4316257705549380231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-new-ish-obsession.html' title='My New (ish) Obsession'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsNtwJZiWqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/MNJ7IPccSfg/s72-c/DSC05492-799909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-8975091461719971515</id><published>2009-09-28T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:43:35.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renshou Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foshan'/><title type='text'>Renshou Temple Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsC2XX0_FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rXRrdk__ccY/s1600-h/IMG_1392-781299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsC2XX0_FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rXRrdk__ccY/s320/IMG_1392-781299.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386505666984613074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Pictures only work if I send them one at a time &lt;IMG  title="Sad smiley emoticon" style="FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px; POSITION: static"  tabIndex=-1 alt="Sad smiley emoticon"  src="cid:004a01ca403c$f059e8c0$60FAC94E@624PRO"  MSNNonUserImageOrEmoticon="true"&gt;&amp;nbsp;but better than nothing,  right?&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-8975091461719971515?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/8975091461719971515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/renshou-temple-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8975091461719971515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8975091461719971515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/renshou-temple-photo.html' title='Renshou Temple Photo'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsC2XX0_FNI/AAAAAAAAAF8/rXRrdk__ccY/s72-c/IMG_1392-781299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-39873969350222429</id><published>2009-09-28T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:45:09.686-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foshan'/><title type='text'>Another picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBsqNYUjYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2D1Q9LDoc0A/s1600-h/DSC05894-711667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBsqNYUjYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2D1Q9LDoc0A/s320/DSC05894-711667.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386424626737089922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-39873969350222429?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/39873969350222429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/39873969350222429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/39873969350222429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/another-picture.html' title='Another picture!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBsqNYUjYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/2D1Q9LDoc0A/s72-c/DSC05894-711667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-8214224628014548605</id><published>2009-09-28T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:46:01.784-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foshan'/><title type='text'>A picture.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBh1J9-HEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-pivSjAaJRo/s1600-h/DSC05881-739716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBh1J9-HEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-pivSjAaJRo/s320/DSC05881-739716.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386412720171916354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Sorry this is all I can send. Its of the Donghauli Ancient  Alley!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-8214224628014548605?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/8214224628014548605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8214224628014548605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/8214224628014548605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/picture.html' title='A picture.'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SsBh1J9-HEI/AAAAAAAAAFs/-pivSjAaJRo/s72-c/DSC05881-739716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7643903075314615694</id><published>2009-09-27T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:47:01.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foshan'/><title type='text'>Guangzhou &amp; Foshan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I realized that I never blogged about the little trip we just had! We had 2  days off of teaching so we decided to take advantage of the long weekend and go  on a vacation to Guangzhou and the neighboring town of Foshan. It was WAY cool!  &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;In Guangzhou we went to a little island called Shaiman Island. It was  settled mostly by foreigners, so we got to see some white people haha. And they  have a restaurant there with American food, and it was SO GOOD. I had the best  hamburger of my life there....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;They also have really good shops for souvenirs, so we stalked up! We got  lots of jade necklaces and earrings, painted scrolls, caligraphy sets and tons  of stuff. We'll probably be going back there haha&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;In Foshan we were able to see a Buddhist temple. It was really pretty. I  love the architecture they use. There was a 5 story pagoda that was really cool,  and giant silk lanterns. China is awesome.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;After the temple we visited an ancient alley where they have preserved some  of the old housing structures and buildings. This was BY FAR the coolest part of  the trip. It felt like we were walking through China a hundred years ago. We  were the only ones there so it was really quiet, and it started raining and so  the atmosphere was really neat. We got some AMAZING pictures. I just love that  place.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Our next stop was the Nan Feng Ancient Kiln. This Kiln is over 500 years  old, and one of the pottery centers of the world. They told us that its fire has  never gone out (but when we walked past it, it didn't look lit lol so make of  that what you may). While we were there we were able to sit at a pottery wheel  and try and make something out of clay. It was my first experience, and I wasn't  very good, but I want to take pottery lessons now! Maybe one day I'll be able to  make something.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Our trip was a blast. China is amazing. They have such a unique culture  that's so different from ours. I love learning about it!  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7643903075314615694?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7643903075314615694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/guangzhou-foshan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7643903075314615694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7643903075314615694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/guangzhou-foshan.html' title='Guangzhou &amp; Foshan!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1392776815776048408</id><published>2009-09-07T02:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:51:17.508-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Karaoke Night!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;One of the teacher's in my group, Skyla, had her birthday on Saturday! The  Chinese teachers had a great idea to celebrate: We had a Karaoke night! So we  went to the top floor of a hotel that was nearby. The&amp;nbsp;place was totally  decked out- shiny black walls and black floors with sparkly lights and glitter.  Totally a Chinese karaoke studio. It was awesome!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;My group (Chelsey, Becca, Lindsay, Teresa, Skyla, Laura and I) and also  some of the Chinese teachers from the school (Annie, LuLu, Katie and her 5 yr  old son Ryan, LuLu's husband and LuLu's friend David) all came. It was cool to  have both groups there because we got to hear some cool (weird/funny) Chinese  songs. Annie is a pretty good singer, and so she sang a lot of really neat songs  for us. Also, LuLu's husband is a singer in a band, and he sang "You Are Not  Alone" by Michael Jackson, and he did amazing! It was really fun.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The Chinese teachers wanted to hear a strange array of American music from  us. They picked out a lot of Michael Jackson, which is great, and also a lot of  old Avril Lavigne songs (like Sk8er Boi haha). We also got a few Brittney Spears  songs (Lucky, Hit Me Baby One More Time) and some old Backstreet Boys songs. It  was really funny to hear them all again. We surprised ourselves by knowing a lot  of the lyrics still.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We had a BLAST. We sang and danced and goofed off and had birthday cake. It  was GREAT! What a fun night!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1392776815776048408?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1392776815776048408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/karaoke-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1392776815776048408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1392776815776048408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/karaoke-night.html' title='Karaoke Night!!!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-6002375106641816160</id><published>2009-09-07T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:52:57.877-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese food'/><title type='text'>Chinese Restaurant Extravaganda!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So, this weekend we had teaching off (yay) and so we decided to something  fun!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;On Friday we decided to go try a new authentic Chinese restaurant, and we  picked one that is just about a block away from our apartments. It was pretty  interesting.... haha. It's a really cute place- when you first walk in there is  a cute coy pond and bamboo and chinese-y stuff. It really sets the mood.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The thing is, we don't speak ANY Mandarin, and only about 10% of the people  in our city of Zhongshan speak English, so everywhere we go is an  adventure.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The host finally mimed out of us that there were only going to be 4 people  in our group, and took us to a table. As we walk through the restaurant,  EVERYONE turns to stare. No joke. Mouths open, chopsticks still half way up,  pinching their food and waiting patiently for their owners to remember to eat.  They all turn around in their seats and seriously stare the whole time they are  eating. Its kind of disturbing and entertaining at the same time.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Our waiter comes over with some menus, and of course breaks out into his  Mandarin routine. We just stare with blank faces, not understanding a word of  it. He finally realized we didn't understand him, and just gave us the menus.  But unlike an American restaurant, he stood their waiting for us to order,  instead of giving us some time and coming back later. So we open the menu, and  thank goodness their were pictures or we would have had a HUGE problem. But the  pictures still don't help that much. You cant really tell what it is. (except  for the turtle and the fish heads.. those are pretty obvious haha). &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Well the waiter REALLY wanted to us to order. But we couldn't decide. Plus,  the menu was the biggest menu I have ever seen at a restaurant. I think there  were at least 100&amp;nbsp;entrée's. Finally we got to the last page of the menu and  2 of the pictures looked good. So after that hassle the waiter put our order in.  &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So as we were waiting, our eyes wandered over to our neighbors table. They  had a big dish of something that looked REALLY good, so we waived our waiter  down and ordered that too.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Our first meal that we ordered came out and it was surprisingly good!  Lindsay and I really liked it, but Becca and Chelsey didn't think to much of it.  I think the pork/chicken dish we ordered was the closest thing to sweet n' sour  pork we can get. We also got these really good bun/roll things that tasted kind  of like a doughnut.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;A little bit later the other meal came out and it smelled really good. I  dove right it and picked up a piece of beef with my chopsticks and popped it  in&amp;nbsp;my mouth and BAM! It was SOOOOOO spicy! And if you know me, I don't do  spicy. Mild salsa is spicy for me haha. So I hurry and pulled the beef out of my  mouth and just sat there with it in my chopsticks. I didn't really know what to  do. So I thought about it for a little bit.... "Hmmm... that was really spicy..  but it tasted good... but it was spicy... I'm REALLY hungry... " So I was brave  and put the beef in my mouth again. And I realized something. You get used to  the spicy flavor, and it is REALLY YUMMY! So me and Lindsay went crazy and ate a  TON! I was really proud, because that isn't something I would normally do. Spicy  is REALLY spicy haha.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The best part of the meal was when the waiter brought out watermelon at the  end. Watermelon is like HEAVEN here! Nothing ever tasted to good haha.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So our first Chinese Restaurant experience went really well. We think we  got REALLY lucky with what we ordered. We'll see if we can be that lucky  again!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;(Wow this is kinda long... sorry!)&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-6002375106641816160?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/6002375106641816160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-restaurant-extravaganda.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6002375106641816160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/6002375106641816160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/chinese-restaurant-extravaganda.html' title='Chinese Restaurant Extravaganda!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3377584808899689566</id><published>2009-09-03T22:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:55:30.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>SO MANY TOKENS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The ILP program that we teach through has a reward system. If the children  say the right phrase, then we give them little red, plastic tokens. They have  little felt bags that hang around their neck that they are supposed to put the  tokens in, but they are 5 year olds. HA. Like that happens.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So we rotate classes every 20 minutes, and the first thing the kids say as  they come running into my class is "Teacher, teacher! So many tokens!!"&amp;nbsp;  And then every child has to come show me their bags and handfuls of tokens  before I can get them to sit at our little table.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;And then throughout the lesson, every time I hand a token out, the kids  exclaim in euphoric delight: "So, so, SOOOOOO many tokens! So many  tokens!"&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;All afternoon this phrase has been stuck in my head, while pictures of cute  little Chinese children flash in my mind, and their accents make me giggle.  These kids can be so funny.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;SO, SO, SOOOOO MANY TOKENS!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3377584808899689566?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3377584808899689566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-many-tokens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3377584808899689566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3377584808899689566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-many-tokens.html' title='SO MANY TOKENS!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2660835352336038576</id><published>2009-09-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:57:35.857-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweaty Sue'/><title type='text'>Teaching in China</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Yesterday was our first day of teaching in China....&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;WHOA.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;It was so CRAZY!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;My class has seven children in it, and they are only 4 years  old. They are ADORABLE, but they don't speak a word of English. So while I am  "teaching" them English, they just stare at me like I'm an alien pretty  much.&amp;nbsp; Poor kids. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Since they are new to the English program here at the school,  I was able to give them English names. After naming them all, I&amp;nbsp;found out  that 3 of them already had English names, and the boy I named Fred was actually  already named Apple and is a girl. Whoops. My bad.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;We rotate classes every 20-25 minutes, so luckily I get to  teach some of the older students (5-6 yrs old) too.&amp;nbsp;They are Easier and  harder. They are easier cuz they have had a year in the program already so they  know some English, but harder because since they know some English, they aren't  as shy and you cant get them to SIT STILL. During class today, one of the little  boys kept grabbing the board game from me and whacking me in the head with it,  while one of the girls kept pulling on my braid and covering my eyes. They just  cant seem to keep their hands to themselves. Oh children are such a joy.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;But really a few of them are SO CUTE. There is this one girl  name Emily in my class and she loves to just stay by my side so whenever we line  up to rotate she comes and hugs my legs and is so cute. Its hardest for the 4  year olds because they all miss their moms still, and so a lot of them cry  throughout the day. There is also this boy named Harry and he is super smart and  picks up the language really fast and is extremely helpful. He also has really  big ears that stick out and you just want to eat him all up he is so cute!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;Some of the kids are really funny, too. And not always on  purpose. Example Numero Uno: Susan (AKA 'Sweaty Sue'). Sweaty Sue is one of the  new 4 year olds in our school, and just the mention of her name here has a  rolling on the ground laughing. There aren't really words to describe this  lovely little girl, other than she is SWEATY. For some reason she sweats more  than anyone else&amp;nbsp; we have ever met here in China. Even just sitting there,  without any physical activity,&amp;nbsp;she has beads of sweat rolling down her  face, and her hair is always plastered across her forehead. Oh she is such a  joy. I need to get a picture of her in all her sweaty glory!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;So teaching is NOTHING like anything we expected, and NOTHING  like what we were trained for, but I am liking it so far, and I am having so  much fun!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=center&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2660835352336038576?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2660835352336038576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/teaching-in-china.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2660835352336038576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2660835352336038576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/09/teaching-in-china.html' title='Teaching in China'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-212553357747605591</id><published>2009-08-29T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:58:39.725-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yin Hau Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Yin Hau Temple Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;TABLE style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d8eafc" cellSpacing=0 width="100%"  bgColor=#d8eafc&gt;   &lt;COLGROUP&gt;   &lt;COL width=10&gt;   &lt;COL&gt;   &lt;COL width=10&gt;   &lt;TBODY&gt;   &lt;TR style="HEIGHT: 33px"&gt;     &lt;TD      style="FONT-SIZE: 17px; COLOR: #004e82; FONT-FAMILY: Franklin Gothic Medium"&gt;&lt;NOBR&gt;&lt;IMG        src="cid:004c01ca28a8$a14e7210$C80C225A@624PRO" align=absMiddle        MSNNonUserImageOrEmoticon="true"&gt;&lt;IMG        src="cid:004d01ca28a8$a14e7210$C80C225A@624PRO"        MSNNonUserImageOrEmoticon="true"&gt; Photo E-mail &lt;/NOBR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;     &lt;TD&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;     &lt;TD      style="PADDING-RIGHT: 21px; PADDING-LEFT: 10px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #004e82; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma"&gt;&lt;NOBR&gt;&lt;SPAN        title="View a slideshow of the pictures in this e-mail message."&gt;&lt;A        style="COLOR: #0000ff"        href="http://photos.msn.com/Viewing/Album.aspx?PST=8nK2AN1B!1LEiKSdooxx9mLnrkdGMDGuaMbEkPZsWK9G1orU71*cypzV3UmeC26CLZSI4fYSHDW*P340Lv!ouw%24%24"&gt;Play        slideshow&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; | &lt;SPAN        title="Download full-size versions of the pictures in this e-mail message."&gt;&lt;A        style="COLOR: #0000ff"        href="http://photos.msn.com/viewing/Photos.aspx?pi_Type=SlideshowTask&amp;amp;Task=Download&amp;amp;stppData=&amp;amp;pi_ImagesOnly=1&amp;amp;Folder=nBuRgwTGIGjZPMtNhxCyPhKFhOep9kfZFlV1Czq35bI%24&amp;amp;User=23IQaj7Z2BS3ljnAYVLzotWEdKa4TyiJ&amp;amp;pi_NoLogin=1"&gt;Download        images &lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/NOBR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;/TBODY&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt; &lt;DIV  style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; WIDTH: 100%; PADDING-TOP: 2px"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The Yin Hau temple I wrote about. I can only send a few pictures at a time  through email, so I'm sorry I cant put more up. I have SO many great pictures,  its hard to choose from them all! I hope they work.... I cant check to see!  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HEIGHT: 50px"&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt; &lt;DIV  style="PADDING-RIGHT: 10px; PADDING-LEFT: 21px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; WIDTH: 100%; COLOR: #006699; PADDING-TOP: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Tahoma; HEIGHT: 30px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #d8eafc"  bgcolor="D8EAFC"&gt;This MSN Photo E-mail slideshow will be available for 30  days.&lt;BR&gt;To share high quality pictures with your friends and family using MSN  Photo E-mail, &lt;SPAN title="Join MSN to share photos using MSN Photo E-mail."&gt;&lt;A  style="COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://g.msn.com/0PHenus1/29"&gt;join MSN&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;.  &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-212553357747605591?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/212553357747605591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/yin-hau-temple-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/212553357747605591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/212553357747605591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/yin-hau-temple-photos.html' title='Yin Hau Temple Photos'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4214910310627007018</id><published>2009-08-29T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:02:51.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hong Kong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>China Adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;GREAT NEWS!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We FINALLY have Internet working here in Zhongshan! I'll be better at  blogging now.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I've done SOOOOOOO much in the last week and have 2 memory cards full of  pictures! China is wonderful, but it is SO HOT and HUMID! We have been dying  haha its hotter and more humid here than any other place I have visited. Haha  its been quite the experience adjusting but we love it!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;We got to visit Hong Kong before coming to our city and I LOVE Hong Kong!  Its probably my favorite place I've been too. I got so attached to that city in  only two days.&amp;nbsp;We got to visit lots of places while we were there. Here are  the places we went the first day:&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;- The Yin Hau Temple (one of the oldest and most traditional chinese  temples in Hong Kong)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;- The giant Buddha statue (Its HUGE and on the top of a mountain)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;- A Monastery next to the Buddha statue (SO beautiful and AMAZING  architecture and styles)&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Everything was SO COOL and interesting. We all had an amazing time. Since I  have to update my blog through email I cant control where the pictures go, or if  they will even work, but I'll try and get them to go in order of the places I  wrote about. If you want to email me I would love to hear from everyone. My  email is &lt;A title=mailto:leiflower5@msn.com  href="mailto:leiflower5@msn.com"&gt;leiflower5@msn.com&lt;/A&gt;. &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;(Andee- if my pictures don't work on here, email me and tell me lol) &lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I would also like to do a shout out to my AMAZING friend Brittany- HAPPY  BIRTHDAY!!! I love you and hope it's the BEST EVER and I'm sorry I'm not there  to celebrate with you! You're GREAT!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4214910310627007018?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4214910310627007018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/china-adventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4214910310627007018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4214910310627007018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/china-adventures.html' title='China Adventures!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-594182175226672404</id><published>2009-08-18T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:04:03.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LDS Church'/><title type='text'>The LDS website</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So my mom told me that you can download the scriptures for your iPod for  free on the Church website and so I was like,&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;"that would be totally awesome to have on my iPod in China" so I went and  looked it up.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;It is SOOOOO cool. I have the Book of Mormon, D&amp;amp;C, Pearl of Great  Price, the Old Testament, and the New Testament now on my iPod.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;But OH NO it doesn't stop there!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;They have all these things you can download:&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The Ensign&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The New Era&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;The Friend&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;ALL the Conference talks from like FOREVER&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Preach My Gospel&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Jesus the Christ&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Study Manuals for the different scripture sets&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So I now have ALL those on my wonderful iPod and it will be great in China  if I cant go to church every sunday, and just for everyday wonderfulness.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I am so thankful for technology! Haha instead of having to pack all those  books, manuals and magazines I have them all on a little 3 in X 2 in metal box.  It is so wonderful. I just LOVE our church for doing all that!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;If you don't have all those amazing things on your iPod's already, I  STRONGLY recommend checking out what the church website has to offer!  AMAZING!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-594182175226672404?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/594182175226672404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/lds-website.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/594182175226672404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/594182175226672404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/lds-website.html' title='The LDS website'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3776283582012106482</id><published>2009-08-18T22:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:05:21.305-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>OH YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Ok everyone! It WORKED!!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;This is SUCH good news to me! AH!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;So, now I can send stuff to my blog! Hopefully pictures, too!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;I'll try and send stuff as often as possible! Oh this is just soooo amazing  my heart is overjoyed!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Such a RELIEF!!!!&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Lets see if pictures work:&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG  style="DISPLAY: inline-block; FLOAT: none; MARGIN: 0px; POSITION: static"  height=300 src="cid:001b01ca2091$69ebfaa0$221A7ADC@624PRO" width=400  border=0&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3776283582012106482?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3776283582012106482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-yay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3776283582012106482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3776283582012106482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-yay.html' title='OH YAY!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7217022690039128700</id><published>2009-08-18T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:51:04.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emailing posts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[gte IE 5]&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="v" /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix="o" /&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;This is a trial run to see if I can email posts to my blog, and stay  updated that way since China has blocked blogspot.&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;Well, here it goes!&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7217022690039128700?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7217022690039128700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/emailing-posts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7217022690039128700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7217022690039128700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/emailing-posts.html' title='Emailing posts!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1180003161823826080</id><published>2009-08-07T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T11:55:40.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weddings'/><title type='text'>Wedding Dash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have 3 weddings this week. I've already been to two.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, my cousin Alyssa got married. She is a great girl and so beautiful. She had a wonderful reception! For her sign in book, she had a little photo booth like the ones in the mall and you got to have your pictures taken and then you tape the pictures into a book and write next to it, that way they have all the pictures for memories! I thought it was such a great, clever idea!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Thursday my friend Josh got married to my my friend Kati. Friend weddings are always so much fun. I am so happy for them as they start their new life together.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tomorrow my friend Terri gets married to my friend Dustin. I am one of her bridesmaids, so I have been able to help her with stuff all summer. We are excited for her wedding to get here! It will be a fun day tomorrow, even though it will be really long. I cant wait!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There have been so many weddings this summer I dont know what to do with myself! 9 friends of mine have "gotten hitched" and half of them were younger than me. 9!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I find myself saying over and over: "You're just 20, you're just 20..." but why must I feel all this pressure to be married so soon? It adds so much stress to a young girls life, and many, if not all, of my friends would agree. Why cant we be like other people and not think about marriage til we are 30? You know, just focus on our careers and getting settled in life rather than trying to do all of it at once. Its kind of an emotional overload, all this multi tasking.
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whew. I'm only 20, I'm only 20....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1180003161823826080?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1180003161823826080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-dash.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1180003161823826080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1180003161823826080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/08/wedding-dash.html' title='Wedding Dash!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-7781301203992983582</id><published>2009-07-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:04:09.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, a lot of my friends have recently been experiencing problems with boys. Yes, you heard correctly. &lt;strong&gt;BOYS&lt;/strong&gt;. This may come as a shock to some of you, because aren't boys supposed to be calm, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;docile&lt;/span&gt; creatures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am here to tell those of you still believing this misconception: &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;. They &lt;em&gt;are not&lt;/em&gt; calm and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;docile&lt;/span&gt;, but frequently lash out in violent, unexpected ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The main reason of this post is to get opinions and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theories&lt;/span&gt; from all of those who have experienced such a lapse in behavior as previously mentioned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; do boys tell us things that do not coincide with their actual thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; do boys tell us we "look like we are 12" (for example), but wont actually tell us how they feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt; do boys play such horrible and cruel games?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, I used to think girls were the ones who played mean games.... but honestly, it isn't us ladies, and we need to stick together. This is a matter of Homeland Security.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feel free to post experiences and comments. I'd love to hear them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-7781301203992983582?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/7781301203992983582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7781301203992983582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/7781301203992983582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2296174036070335939</id><published>2009-07-12T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:09:05.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happiness'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.....
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; Harry Potter.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could marry a book, it would be the HP series. No joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And, yes, this post is for real.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday is going to be the best day of my life so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why, you may ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince comes out in theaters!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(And I will be watching it with my favorite people ever and fellow HP nerds/enthusiasts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cant even put into text my enthusiasm for this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, as a picture is worth a thousand words... I thought I would put some up:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357749124502830162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqMcTGmvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1jVUNZ_QK4E/s320/Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357749125770764914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqMcX054nI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3b_M6pSpIsg/s320/potter+characters.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Just so you know, Ron Weasley a.k.a. Rupert Grint is my favorite person ever and is one of 3 people I would marry with out thinking it over, so thats why there are lots of his pics... I just cant get over his face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357749135478473106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqMc7_ZwZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/0l3RqPMF68g/s320/love+stricken+ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357751230420811330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqOW4Qk_kI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Hu-cGhU8zN8/s320/ron+quidditch.bmp" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357751235076170402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqOXJmgIqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/zky6UKts-MM/s320/ron+mix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Three more of my favorite characters who just make me smile thinking of them and their awesomeness: Luna Lovegood and the infamous Fred &amp;amp; George Weasley)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357749137113168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqMdCFJPGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ikwjQmUqLCk/s320/luna+lovegood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357751243825984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqOXqMnsoI/AAAAAAAAAFE/2gZmuRlhtAE/s320/Weasley%27s+Whizarding+Wheezes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I can't wait for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This movie is going to be amazing. This was my favorite book out of the series, and I cant wait to see it on screen. J.K. Rowling is only one of the most amazing people ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, all in all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Harry Potter = True Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Boys may suck but I will always have Harry Potter to turn to.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2296174036070335939?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2296174036070335939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2296174036070335939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2296174036070335939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SlqMcTGmvFI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1jVUNZ_QK4E/s72-c/Harry-Potter-and-the-Half-Blood-Prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-5005676328360956610</id><published>2009-07-05T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:10:06.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just want to start out by saying I LOVE having friends. They make life fun.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But you know what? Have you ever had someone tell you that your life doesn't revolve around someone else? Well I have, and I am here to say this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My life does revolve around my friends. &lt;strong&gt;It SO DOES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the last few weeks have been extremely frustrating. All my friends are busy or live too far away and I have nothing to do. Going on walks and bike rides and reading Harry Potter only get you so far on the entertainment scale. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Although I will admit Harry Potter brings hours and hours of happiness into my life.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So this is just a shout out to all my friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you all and love to be with you! You all have made me such a better person and I learn so much from all of you. Thanks for being my friends. After all, friends are family that you get to choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-5005676328360956610?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/5005676328360956610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5005676328360956610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/5005676328360956610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-1485430222235754867</id><published>2009-05-01T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T19:09:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer!</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT???!!!

It is now SUMMERTIME!!!!!!!

That means I get to lay out in the sun and go swimming and go camping and go fishing and watch movies outside and go four wheeling and go to concerts and go to lagoon and go on road trips!

I just LOVE summer!
And the heat and warmth and sunshine!

Thank you Summertime!

"Summertime, and the living is easy... Summertime, and the cotton is high..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-1485430222235754867?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/1485430222235754867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1485430222235754867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/1485430222235754867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2549783098759975082</id><published>2009-03-25T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:08:57.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Uncle Steven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My uncle Steven passed away early monday morning. They think that he died to complications with a heart murmur. He also had severe osteoperosis, and hurt all the time. He is now alot happier.
Uncle Steven was super cute. He was really my great uncle, but we all just called him our uncle, or grandpa, because he liked that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317379176051052130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgMByVDmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QUe4rlT7kmw/s320/uncle+steven+6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;He is dancing with my aunt and cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Uncle Steven was left mentally handicapped after having encephalitis as a little boy which left scar tissue on the left side of his brain.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My amazing grandma has been taking care of him for years, and we all loved him alot. Uncle Steven was in a lot of pain, but he couldn't tell us because of his communication problems. It is for the best that he has passed on. He is now with his parents in heaven and very happy.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A few things about my Uncle Steve. He LOVED to fix things. He would sit for hours taking apart a VCR and then tried to fix it. He also loved his new cellphone and loved to send picture messages on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317379172341146866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgLz90ZPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rVBMmZPHBUo/s320/uncle+steven+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Here He is getting a "diploma" for learning how to fix computers.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loved my grandma's kids and grandkids, and was overjoyed when we would call him grandpa too. He loved getting visits and having parties, especially halloween ones. He loved to dress up in costumes.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgL2b_PJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FbbZSfvUgnU/s1600-h/uncle+steven+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317379173004557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgL2b_PJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FbbZSfvUgnU/s320/uncle+steven+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His "Three Stooges" costume.

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgL4Esj9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/SiOCcwxOrqU/s1600-h/uncle+steven+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317379173443735506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgL4Esj9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/SiOCcwxOrqU/s320/uncle+steven+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you pick me out of the crowd? ;)

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317379165458297938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgLaU0dFI/AAAAAAAAADs/UGg2YfMD6Ew/s320/uncle+steven+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;His cellphone. He loved his phone!

My Uncle Steven was a really sweet person and we will all miss him, but we know he is much happier now that he is in heaven with his family and we cant wait to see him again, healthy, happy and alive!!!
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2549783098759975082?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2549783098759975082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-uncle-steven.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2549783098759975082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2549783098759975082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-uncle-steven.html' title='My Uncle Steven'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScsgMByVDmI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QUe4rlT7kmw/s72-c/uncle+steven+6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-308204759967963325</id><published>2009-03-24T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T19:03:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy sounds in the Old Farm parking lot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So.... Last night My roomates and I were over with the lovely girls of X3 watching a movie (The Secret Life of Bees, which I highly recommend).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The movie went great, and we sat and talked to about two in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We finally decided that we should head back to our apartment and get some shut eye....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We walked out the door and about three steps later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SCREECH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And we heard the creepiest sound, like someone sharpening a huge execution axe, or metal talons scratching down a chalkboard, or some creepy old man opening a rusty gate. The sound kept coming, at regular intervals, making the sound even more chilling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Better yet, it was windy, and the air was electric from the approaching storm. Perfect setting, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech, Screech, Screech.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Becca immediately wanted to go check it out, but Brittany objected. Afterall, it was two in the morning and the sound was making the hairs on our arms stand up. So, Brittany pulled Becca into the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As soon as Brittany had moved out of the way of the door, Becca bolted out. Now Becca doesn't like to brag, but she runs FAST! By the time that Brittany made it to our front door to try and catch her, Becca had made it all the way around the corner of X3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By now, I was getting pretty curious, and wanted to know what the sound was and where it was coming from. So I wrapped a blanket around me and went to follow Becca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I couldn't find Becca for awhile, and by the time I did, Brittany had joined me. We saw Becca walking towards us from across the parking lot, and we were a little suspicious of her..... We assumed that she would try to scare us, so we tried to beat her to it, and attempted to scare her. We went and hid by the door of X2, so no matter which side she came around, we would be able to scare her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But there was a problem... Becca wasn't coming. So we decided to sneak over to X3 to look around the back of the building, but she wasn't there. And then, all of the sudden....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Someone walked out of X3. It was our really good friend Lindzi! She said that her roommate Heather told her that she had heard creepy sounds outside, and naturally, Lindzi wanted to check it out too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech, Screech....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So the three of us went to go find Becca and the sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When we got to where the dumpsters were, we found Becca. She hadn't figured out the noise yet, and so the four of us walked to where the sound was coming from - over towards the stadium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were walking kind of hesitantly.... the noise was nerve-racking, after all. And as we got closer and closer, the sound became louder and louder. Brittany was pretty nervous, and she kept grabbing me and using me as a sheild to protect her, just in case anything came our way. Isn't she a great friend? (Love ya Brit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were almost to the edge of the parking lot, and the noise was insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Screech, Screech, &lt;em&gt;SCREECH&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were right next to the sound. There was a large ominous tree, with its sprawling, tangeled branches glowing in the erie moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We were too nervous to get any closer, so we stood next to a tan car, keeping it between us and the chilling sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We looked up in the branches, in the shadows and past the tree into the run down shacks on the neighboring land of Old Farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SCREECH, SCREECH, SCREECH&lt;/em&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But we couldn't see anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And then, Lindzi noticed something....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The car we were standing by had its windsheild wipers still on!!! The lack of rain on the glass was causing the wipers to screech against the sheild, and it echoed across the parking lot to our apartments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I still wonder how the wipers were that loud, and how they made that spooky, heart pounding sound, but it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And, so, the mystery of the creepy sound was solved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Swipe, Swipe, SWIPE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;** If you have any mysteries you need solved, contact The Mystery Investigators.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Office: Old Farm Apt U1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Number: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(435) 789-ARGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(801) 44-SCARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for your business **&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-308204759967963325?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/308204759967963325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/creepy-sounds-in-old-farm-parking-lot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/308204759967963325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/308204759967963325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/creepy-sounds-in-old-farm-parking-lot.html' title='Creepy sounds in the Old Farm parking lot...'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-2065554926970328880</id><published>2009-03-18T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:46:43.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>My 20th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-8gtsR_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ixc8xirLmJk/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738982056904690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-8gtsR_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ixc8xirLmJk/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cassie, Brittany, Me and Andee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-8oM5Z2I/AAAAAAAAADY/TvwRGjMY6qo/s1600-h/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738984066836322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-8oM5Z2I/AAAAAAAAADY/TvwRGjMY6qo/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Andee-poo!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738973146589650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-7_hTqdI/AAAAAAAAADQ/sSNhTMoBwSk/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Megan, Becca and her sweet jacket, Jenny and Brittany!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-7oOxhDI/AAAAAAAAADI/YNJmRv5_pJI/s1600-h/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314738966894838834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-7oOxhDI/AAAAAAAAADI/YNJmRv5_pJI/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Megan, Chelsey, Jenny and Becca!

&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EwuyDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/lHM4i2hYDL8/s1600-h/IMG_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736924772142738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EwuyDpI/AAAAAAAAADA/lHM4i2hYDL8/s320/IMG_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Cassie!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EdODa3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0QmlEkUkeI4/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736919534594930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EdODa3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/0QmlEkUkeI4/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Brittany!

&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EEkubII/AAAAAAAAACw/Az06lcv5aD4/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314736912918801538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG9EEkubII/AAAAAAAAACw/Az06lcv5aD4/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Chelsey!

&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned 20 yesterday and had a great birthday! I have the most amazing friends that I LOVE!!!! I got such cool presents! Like Dr. Pepper pajama pants, an Orlando Bloom/Will Turner Pez dispenser, A really pretty neclace made from a geode, and personalized fruitsnacks in my favorite flavors and so much more awesome stuff! And my parents got me a really cool camera with way fun settings and I took lots of cool pictures to "scrapbook" the night. So bear with me :)
&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Firehouse for dinner and had really good bread and Cordon Bleu pizza with this alfredo sauce that is to die for. And I got a free f'zhookie dessert for my birthday! They are like 20X better when they are free I swear. We also had cake back at my apartment and it was really yummy :) and all my friends sat and wasted their precious time just for me. I am so spoiled ha ha. Thanks guys!!! You are all THE BEST! I love my friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-2065554926970328880?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/2065554926970328880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-20th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2065554926970328880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/2065554926970328880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-20th-birthday.html' title='My 20th Birthday!'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/ScG-8gtsR_I/AAAAAAAAADg/ixc8xirLmJk/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-4536170494037741329</id><published>2009-02-08T20:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:37:51.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Office</title><content type='html'>So I have always heard all about the t.v. series "The Office," and have always wondered why everyone is so obsessed.  Well, my roommate Brittany had the first two seasons, and she made me watch it. I can now say that I am one of "The Office" junkies and I am so upset that I didn't start watching it sooner.  I have now watched the first 4 seasons in about 3 weeks and can't wait to watch more.  So, Fact: Dwight is the COOLEST person ever and I am in love with Jim.  I think Michael is totally oblivious and I think Ryan is a loser.  Kelly needs to get out of high school and Creed is awesome.  What can I say? I just love The Office and I am sure I'll write more about it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-4536170494037741329?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/4536170494037741329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/02/office.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4536170494037741329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/4536170494037741329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2009/02/office.html' title='The Office'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095319231666947659.post-3251891120466737395</id><published>2008-12-28T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:32:30.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am creating this Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As many of you may already know, I am going to China in the fall to teach English in one of the schools there for about 4 months.  I am going with two of my roommates from college, Chelsey and Becca. We are really excited and can't wait to go.  I thought this blog would be a great way to keep people up to date and to share pictures of our experiences throughout China!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095319231666947659-3251891120466737395?l=kearabrady.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/feeds/3251891120466737395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-am-creating-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3251891120466737395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095319231666947659/posts/default/3251891120466737395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kearabrady.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-am-creating-this-blog.html' title='Why I am creating this Blog...'/><author><name>Keara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16645570533897973382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5yAccxAd1EY/SmPgEwtvrLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TQB-HVzGvNw/S220/!cid_003f01c7a27d%246b1ca6c0%24DD053C2E%40LindaCPU.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
