<?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-4017780788264671175</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:42:11.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i play the bass...</title><subtitle type='html'>and other lies</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2876431185932191109</id><published>2011-04-17T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T16:06:09.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fit to fly</title><content type='html'>I thought someone was lying to me when I was told about this... I was wrong. Take a look. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iaTEgoezNQ&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2876431185932191109?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2876431185932191109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2876431185932191109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2876431185932191109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2876431185932191109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/04/fit-to-fly.html' title='Fit to fly'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-7920804610907399159</id><published>2011-04-16T20:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:07:29.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how I heart my ARTs!!</title><content type='html'>Last semester I had a group assignment to make a museum installation. My group took a more historical event approach and even made a video to go with it (over achievers, i know). Here is it in all its brilliance. Watch &lt;a href="http://jaycut.com/content/16-november-2010-010"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. You won't be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-7920804610907399159?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/7920804610907399159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=7920804610907399159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7920804610907399159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7920804610907399159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/04/oh-how-i-heart-my-arts.html' title='Oh how I heart my ARTs!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1778524317243677414</id><published>2011-03-31T08:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T08:50:29.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone at Skittles is really demented, but funny... really really funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.wimp.com/skittlestouch/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. It's funny, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't move your finger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-1778524317243677414?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1778524317243677414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1778524317243677414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1778524317243677414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1778524317243677414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/03/someone-at-skittles-is-really-demented.html' title='Someone at Skittles is really demented, but funny... really really funny.'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1920016022050283828</id><published>2011-01-28T23:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:10:36.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish it was Christmas today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, Christmas time is one of my favorite times of the year... just like everyone else. We all focus on our loved ones and finding them the perfect gift and the miracle of the birth of our Savior. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What did I want for Christmas? This guy. He can wear whatever shirt he wants, even that ugly pink sweatshirt. I don't even care! Look at him! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh.... He's pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RgvUWZI/AAAAAAAAC0g/CqiEr9sXfNs/s1600/636x460shirt_guys_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567497274857380242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RgvUWZI/AAAAAAAAC0g/CqiEr9sXfNs/s200/636x460shirt_guys_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RzhdJoI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Sdq_c-Uxqfo/s1600/636x460vneck_guys_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567497279899510402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RzhdJoI/AAAAAAAAC0o/Sdq_c-Uxqfo/s200/636x460vneck_guys_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RSvhpgI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/suIFreFtJwc/s1600/636x460shirt_guys_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567497271100155394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RSvhpgI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/suIFreFtJwc/s200/636x460shirt_guys_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO7gsPD2ZI/AAAAAAAAC0w/j15ORbdejUo/s1600/636x460pullover_guys_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567499734664599954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO7gsPD2ZI/AAAAAAAAC0w/j15ORbdejUo/s200/636x460pullover_guys_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, okay so I didn't really ask for him out loud, but he would have been nice. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead I got something way better (better in a different way)... I got a brand new&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SEWING MACHINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RTz4wtI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/gQTAltlYIEI/s1600/100_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567497271386882770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RTz4wtI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/gQTAltlYIEI/s200/100_1150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you listen really close you can actually hear me squealing with joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; It's perfect. So if you need help sewing and I'm free, be my guest in the craft basement and we'll sew. I've had a few peeps stop by to see it so far and there needs to be more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did I hear someone say Cousin Craft Time?&lt;/p&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/4017780788264671175-1920016022050283828?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1920016022050283828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1920016022050283828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1920016022050283828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1920016022050283828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-wish-it-was-christmas-today.html' title='I wish it was Christmas today'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO5RgvUWZI/AAAAAAAAC0g/CqiEr9sXfNs/s72-c/636x460shirt_guys_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6598021653835579672</id><published>2011-01-28T23:28:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T00:14:54.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>Let's see here... it's been at least 7.... maybe 8, or like 10 or so years since I've had a new pair of glasses. Anywhos it's been a long time so I asked for that to be my Christmas present from my parents, how functional, right? So I went to go and get them (well, my parents had to drive me, but that's another story) and I did a little impromptu photo shoot. Here they are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0R36V4hI/AAAAAAAACzg/HVwG0caStQM/s1600/100_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567491783519494674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0R36V4hI/AAAAAAAACzg/HVwG0caStQM/s200/100_1177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I HATE glasses and refuse to wear then unless completely necessary, but these I actually like. Will you see me wear them outside my house? That depends... is my house on fire? Do I have pink eye? Are we camping? If you answered yes to any of these questions, then it's still a maybe, but most likely no. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0RhwxeEI/AAAAAAAACzY/6KlhjpZBTrE/s1600/100_1169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567491777573779522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0RhwxeEI/AAAAAAAACzY/6KlhjpZBTrE/s200/100_1169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0SHJvaGI/AAAAAAAACzo/Xz7o0CHCcXo/s1600/100_1174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567491787610613858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0SHJvaGI/AAAAAAAACzo/Xz7o0CHCcXo/s200/100_1174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They have kind of librarian feel to them... I don't know if I'm smart enough to pull them off, but their mine. Yay for being blind!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6598021653835579672?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6598021653835579672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6598021653835579672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6598021653835579672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6598021653835579672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUO0R36V4hI/AAAAAAAACzg/HVwG0caStQM/s72-c/100_1177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5506650305388244681</id><published>2011-01-12T23:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:28:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wanted to get some new family pictures done of all of us before Christmas because my dad had been asking for months and months, so we bit the bullet and did it. Here are some highlights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567039409082507794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIY2Nz2ohI/AAAAAAAACy4/vEWPx1rtJr4/s400/7100040_SA55%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows my dad, you know he LOVES his grey t-shirts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIY16f_ZbI/AAAAAAAACyw/w6b810VbiKU/s1600/7100040_SA17%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 284px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567039403898922418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIY16f_ZbI/AAAAAAAACyw/w6b810VbiKU/s400/7100040_SA17%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The stars of every show... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIZhf24nlI/AAAAAAAACzI/bm_7goEb0G4/s1600/7100040_SA46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567040152661433938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIZhf24nlI/AAAAAAAACzI/bm_7goEb0G4/s400/7100040_SA46.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, we love our mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIZhMMtT2I/AAAAAAAACzA/R-wkh_6eGYE/s1600/7100040_SA14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567040147384258402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIZhMMtT2I/AAAAAAAACzA/R-wkh_6eGYE/s400/7100040_SA14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This little pose was K's idea... soo cute!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a lot of fun. It totally helps if you know photographers and happen to work in a studio. Thanks Breck!! They look great and we had fun doing them. I'm still sad dad didn't bring his Harry Potter wand though... next time.&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/4017780788264671175-5506650305388244681?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5506650305388244681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5506650305388244681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5506650305388244681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5506650305388244681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/family-picture-time.html' title='Family Picture Time'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUIY2Nz2ohI/AAAAAAAACy4/vEWPx1rtJr4/s72-c/7100040_SA55%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8598033606595846548</id><published>2011-01-12T23:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:15:15.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Fight!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; So the tree outside my parents house always has a ton of leaves that fall around December and the girls had never really played in them. So I figured M&amp;amp;K have a new camera, I want to get some pics for a calendar for my parents, they like to get dirty... it's a win win win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDgdPVJ9I/AAAAAAAACxo/qPbwyU_AUV8/s1600/IMG_0135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664101802092498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDgdPVJ9I/AAAAAAAACxo/qPbwyU_AUV8/s320/IMG_0135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The afternoon started off with laughing and silly little girls tossing leaves in the air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfzEKj5I/AAAAAAAACxg/s0WeG4U4ncs/s1600/IMG_0123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664090480971666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfzEKj5I/AAAAAAAACxg/s0WeG4U4ncs/s320/IMG_0123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; See how cute is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfrD7xxI/AAAAAAAACxY/e0kqGIOH72k/s1600/100_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664088332519186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfrD7xxI/AAAAAAAACxY/e0kqGIOH72k/s320/100_1027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was trying to get B to lay down so I could bury her in the leaves, so I was kicking leaves all over her and she just kept laughing at me. Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0nDz6jI/AAAAAAAACxI/t2TrhieFHV4/s1600/100_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663348523887154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0nDz6jI/AAAAAAAACxI/t2TrhieFHV4/s320/100_1053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfY9tO4I/AAAAAAAACxQ/APi8FoPekmw/s1600/100_1041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664083474561922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDfY9tO4I/AAAAAAAACxQ/APi8FoPekmw/s320/100_1041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it becomes an all out leaf war. B is taking armfull after armfull and throwing them in my face and I'm throwing them back at her... the neighbors are laughing at us and K is taking pictures and then it happens... The Tornado from next door comes to B's aid and gets a sled full of leaves...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDgpAtI9I/AAAAAAAACxw/5L767YPdlBk/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566664104961975250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDgpAtI9I/AAAAAAAACxw/5L767YPdlBk/s320/IMG_0169.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and dumps them on my head. Over and over and over again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's cool. I'm a big girl. I didn't cry or anything. I took it like big kid and took their sled and buried them in the leaves. The Tornado's mom asked if I could keep him under there, but there's no keeping that kid down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0M1RogI/AAAAAAAACw4/h0gpO4yH6WA/s1600/100_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663341483598338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0M1RogI/AAAAAAAACw4/h0gpO4yH6WA/s320/100_1068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0Qk8QtI/AAAAAAAACxA/CS7mRb7X45A/s1600/100_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663342488830674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDC0Qk8QtI/AAAAAAAACxA/CS7mRb7X45A/s320/100_1065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also had the idea of snow... well fake snow at least. Let's just say these are the two cutest pictures I got.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDCzgbX7xI/AAAAAAAACwo/5ryiFLiEjYk/s1600/100_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663329563799314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDCzgbX7xI/AAAAAAAACwo/5ryiFLiEjYk/s320/100_1081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDCz661ScI/AAAAAAAACww/wQpVg6b7kHc/s1600/100_1080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566663336675068354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDCz661ScI/AAAAAAAACww/wQpVg6b7kHc/s320/100_1080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh yeah, and T loves puppies. Like a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8598033606595846548?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8598033606595846548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8598033606595846548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8598033606595846548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8598033606595846548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/leaf-fight.html' title='Leaf Fight!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TUDDgdPVJ9I/AAAAAAAACxo/qPbwyU_AUV8/s72-c/IMG_0135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-7995788390873596388</id><published>2011-01-12T23:33:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:52:42.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah!! I'm 30 now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm 30.... yeah, it should be a big deal, but it's not. Maybe next year when I get kicked out of singles wards I'll make it a big deal, but this year as low key and pretty easy going. I mean, it wasn't like i didn't have things planned... it's just nothing ended up like it was supposed to in the beginning of my day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Why you ask? Because in Arizona apparently they stop time for your birthday. It's not as cool as it sounds, trust me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6e2VilSuI/AAAAAAAACvY/iMgCyMtkVpM/s1600/100_0961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557246181460706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6e2VilSuI/AAAAAAAACvY/iMgCyMtkVpM/s320/100_0961.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what I woke up to.... a blank clock, microwave, everything. Oh, what's that? They turned the power off? It's gonn be off for like 4 hours? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOWOO1-I/AAAAAAAACvg/bYnIElMk27w/s1600/100_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557658681399266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOWOO1-I/AAAAAAAACvg/bYnIElMk27w/s320/100_0966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So my lovely parents took me to Subway for breakfast. Mind you none of us were showered or ready for the day because WE HAD NO POWER. That means no hot water. I had planned to go to the groundbreaking of the Gilbert Temple, but that just wasn't in the cards. So we had breakfast there and an assorment of hot chocolates from the Starbucks next door. Their pepermint hot cocoa is to die for, but their salted carmel cocoa is just so so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOvmIToI/AAAAAAAACvw/EYk8cY2Smys/s1600/100_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557665492520578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOvmIToI/AAAAAAAACvw/EYk8cY2Smys/s320/100_0975.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The power finally came back on, mom and I went to Joanns to kill some time and then there was lunch with the bro and fam. Yeah, everyone was there, but these two were sitting in front of and and were just so dang entertaining... I mean look at that face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOhcPSuI/AAAAAAAACvo/7cRlFPLFfFk/s1600/100_0967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557661692938978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fOhcPSuI/AAAAAAAACvo/7cRlFPLFfFk/s320/100_0967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fO0pWUrI/AAAAAAAACv4/rh2dyKm04Xc/s1600/100_0977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557666848199346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fO0pWUrI/AAAAAAAACv4/rh2dyKm04Xc/s320/100_0977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After lunch I was forced to get a dozen Krispy Kremes (thanks Kristi) form the drive thru. In case you didn't know, they give you a free dozen for being born. yay. I don't even like them and I had to get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fPLb7jqI/AAAAAAAACwA/F_QNHoua3AM/s1600/100_0981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561557672965934754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6fPLb7jqI/AAAAAAAACwA/F_QNHoua3AM/s320/100_0981.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6f8vO9ENI/AAAAAAAACwI/UUe5nTZaFOI/s1600/100_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561558455669297362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6f8vO9ENI/AAAAAAAACwI/UUe5nTZaFOI/s320/100_0982.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My next stop was for Boba tea/slushes/drinks with The Cousins. It was a grand time... especially for Tru-man. He got to squirm alllll over and eat straws and look at cars. He's my favorite little guy. Can you move back? PT school is over rated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also hung out with my best friend Lorena and Marisa and watched a movie.. no I don't remember what movie. I'm 30. I have a very short memory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks for a great birthday everyone!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Love ya!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-7995788390873596388?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/7995788390873596388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=7995788390873596388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7995788390873596388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7995788390873596388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-yeah-im-30-now.html' title='Oh yeah!! I&apos;m 30 now.'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6e2VilSuI/AAAAAAAACvY/iMgCyMtkVpM/s72-c/100_0961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3653484027234471478</id><published>2011-01-12T23:05:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T17:17:35.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... and then it was Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bMaoPfAI/AAAAAAAACvA/S1xHaK_znIg/s1600/100_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561553227457985538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bMaoPfAI/AAAAAAAACvA/S1xHaK_znIg/s320/100_0812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, yeah, so I'm a little behind on my blogging. I'm trying to make up for it a little at a time, okay? So, the end of the year is always crazy with birthdays and holidays, but there were some highlights this year. One being the Halloween party of Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Gunnell and what a par-tay it was!! The decorations by cousin were stunning and the food was delish! A good time was had by all. There were quite a few characters that made an appearance, like....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8rMWMqI/AAAAAAAACuw/hwEvoJgxSMM/s1600/100_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8rMWMqI/AAAAAAAACuw/hwEvoJgxSMM/s1600/100_0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552957026480802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8rMWMqI/AAAAAAAACuw/hwEvoJgxSMM/s320/100_0801.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aPnwAC5I/AAAAAAAACuQ/h45lVZztYdc/s1600/100_0795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552183008168850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aPnwAC5I/AAAAAAAACuQ/h45lVZztYdc/s320/100_0795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A cute little cow and a sassy little pumpkin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aPIrltGI/AAAAAAAACuI/m99YWeCkX1w/s1600/100_0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552174668166242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aPIrltGI/AAAAAAAACuI/m99YWeCkX1w/s320/100_0791.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pooh, Tigger, and Eeyore &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Way to go on making those costumes Candy!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8ItXANI/AAAAAAAACug/SKRilZpUtaY/s1600/100_0770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552947769704658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8ItXANI/AAAAAAAACug/SKRilZpUtaY/s320/100_0770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8T8yyVI/AAAAAAAACuo/GKYmrdiCDe8/s1600/100_0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552950787230034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6a8T8yyVI/AAAAAAAACuo/GKYmrdiCDe8/s320/100_0772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dorthy came all the way from Kansas.... complete with ruby red shoes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; (My favorite part of the night by far Bran!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aOV5LZ5I/AAAAAAAACtw/bImTrTeA72c/s1600/100_0777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552161034954642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aOV5LZ5I/AAAAAAAACtw/bImTrTeA72c/s320/100_0777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aOiH6U4I/AAAAAAAACt4/BB1RoyP77Lk/s1600/100_0778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552164317975426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aOiH6U4I/AAAAAAAACt4/BB1RoyP77Lk/s320/100_0778.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Best Fisherwoman in the World and her two big catches &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cutest little hot dog brought along Mustard and Katchup.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6ZtMiXanI/AAAAAAAACtI/SQKannCKiKA/s1600/100_0769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561551591587670642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6ZtMiXanI/AAAAAAAACtI/SQKannCKiKA/s320/100_0769.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Tin Man and Hello Kitty had fun too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aO9D53aI/AAAAAAAACuA/XdyIjDeG2w0/s1600/100_0783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561552171548925346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6aO9D53aI/AAAAAAAACuA/XdyIjDeG2w0/s320/100_0783.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6ZtUOZyMI/AAAAAAAACtQ/ZCO-q589Ouw/s1600/100_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561551593651423426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6ZtUOZyMI/AAAAAAAACtQ/ZCO-q589Ouw/s320/100_0782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cousin did such an amazing job on all her decorations!! Everything was perfectly spooky and so tasty. Look at all her little details... she even made those shoes full of treats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6Ztosit1I/AAAAAAAACtY/BytlHx6bPcs/s1600/100_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561551599146547026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6Ztosit1I/AAAAAAAACtY/BytlHx6bPcs/s320/100_0780.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bMkyzPuI/AAAAAAAACvI/duytrHVJgtM/s1600/100_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561553230186626786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bMkyzPuI/AAAAAAAACvI/duytrHVJgtM/s320/100_0821.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561553235761821186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bM5kB9gI/AAAAAAAACvQ/VMj2tSsAYW4/s320/100_0822.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My other stop for the night was the spooky fun Everhart potluck. I didn't even bring anything, what a loser! But they still let me in and we talked and talked and had a wonderfully horror-filled night. Here's to next year!! &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/4017780788264671175-3653484027234471478?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3653484027234471478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3653484027234471478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3653484027234471478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3653484027234471478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-then-it-was-halloween.html' title='... and then it was Halloween!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TS6bMaoPfAI/AAAAAAAACvA/S1xHaK_znIg/s72-c/100_0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-4143331773382113372</id><published>2011-01-03T01:02:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:54:37.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike's 29th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday Brother!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;.... in October, but really did you expect it to be up in the blogsphere that same month? Psh, I didn't think so! Here is a recap of all the fun we had that night with your Basket O' Strange Foods!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDlnOqeqI/AAAAAAAACr4/EZ6CdwebzKE/s1600/100_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868097360788130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDlnOqeqI/AAAAAAAACr4/EZ6CdwebzKE/s320/100_0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, so for the run down of fantastic foods we taste tested: Shredded squid, some really sketchy beef jerky, jelly sticks, chocolate and honeydew filled bears (separate, not together, sicko), Pennywort drink, Cocoza, Prawn Crackers, yogurt drink, and Aloe Vera dessert. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mmmmmmmmm..... so delish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEEQRgHcI/AAAAAAAACs4/6Abs_54mY6E/s1600/100_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868623774621122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEEQRgHcI/AAAAAAAACs4/6Abs_54mY6E/s320/100_0734.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So the first up were the Prawn Crackers and yes, he ate the whole bag. Not right there that night, but eventually. No one else liked them, surprise. The yogurt drink was next and it was not that bad, not that good but we kept it down. After that came the Pennywort drink. So if you've ever wondered what the smell of cut grass would taste like just grab yourself a can of Pennywort drink and you'll know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDmEbutJI/AAAAAAAACsI/Cz8n4vkkyWU/s1600/100_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868105200219282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDmEbutJI/AAAAAAAACsI/Cz8n4vkkyWU/s320/100_0706.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;img style="WIDTH: 239px; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868113682048514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDmkB9JgI/AAAAAAAACsY/ZR0C_AjZVVo/s320/100_0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Next up, shredded squid and "beef" jerky. Fishy and strangely white both were not the best (and yes, he ate them both.. all of them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDlwHiHyI/AAAAAAAACsA/WYZOFWOLNBE/s1600/100_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868099746799394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDlwHiHyI/AAAAAAAACsA/WYZOFWOLNBE/s320/100_0696.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDmdOTOPI/AAAAAAAACsQ/d5OIrOBiw0U/s1600/100_0708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 247px; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868111854778610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDmdOTOPI/AAAAAAAACsQ/d5OIrOBiw0U/s320/100_0708.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Taylor wanted to try everything.. "Some! Some! Peeeess?!" so she got to try just about everything while Brooklyn was a little more selective in her choices like her mom was. My mom on the other hand didn't really want to try anything but was forced... and she hated every thing she tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEEN1ai9I/AAAAAAAACsw/UN5lFC0QTW0/s1600/100_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868623119944658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEEN1ai9I/AAAAAAAACsw/UN5lFC0QTW0/s320/100_0731.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Cocoza tasted like liquid cotton candy and was gross, unless you like that sort of thing... which we did not. The chocolate and honeydew filled bears were pretty good and the girls really liked them. The jelly straws were a little strange, but Brooklyn loved them. I don't know if it was because they came in a purse or because most of them were pink, but she wanted to take them to school in her lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEDsahKeI/AAAAAAAACsg/Tyhb6Q4YqwA/s1600/100_0728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 279px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868614148762082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEDsahKeI/AAAAAAAACsg/Tyhb6Q4YqwA/s320/100_0728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEDzsfkoI/AAAAAAAACso/zsEG9lagI4o/s1600/100_0730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868616103203458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEDzsfkoI/AAAAAAAACso/zsEG9lagI4o/s320/100_0730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last, but not least we tried the Aloe Vera dessert. Now we saved this till last because it looked and sounded the grossest of them all. This was the very first thing I found in the store when I was buying all this stuff and I just knew it would make a great grand finale. It did not disappoint.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It. Was. Awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not kidding people! This stuff was like a blast from the part when we used to try and fake sick to get Grape flavored Dimetapp, you know what I'm talking about... the good stuff. Mom would hide it or tell you that if you took it and you weren't sick it'd make you sick... That's the stuff. You know you loved it too and now you can have it as a grown up and not even fake sick!! Aloe Vera dessert is great and healthy(?) Okay, I could be making the healthy part up. It has artificial muscat flavour and we all know that artificial muscat flavouring isn't very good for you but there's not fat!! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woo Hoo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557868628993138690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGEEjtsYAI/AAAAAAAACtA/mn6pzlJABEE/s320/100_0733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brother, I love you so much!! You are one of my best friends and such a great daddy! I'm glad I got stuck with you. Thanks for being so adventurous and having an unforgettable birthday taste test with us!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/4017780788264671175-4143331773382113372?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/4143331773382113372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=4143331773382113372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4143331773382113372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4143331773382113372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/mikes-29th.html' title='Mike&apos;s 29th'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/TSGDlnOqeqI/AAAAAAAACr4/EZ6CdwebzKE/s72-c/100_0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2942643654442910283</id><published>2011-01-03T00:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T01:02:02.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, this is harder than it looks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tzGn8DD86mM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Ed Tech teacher, Jane, had us try this one day in class as a little warm up. We all saw the kids and thought it would be easy... yeah, think again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have fun!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And just remember... if you can't do it, a 7 year old can so try again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2942643654442910283?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2942643654442910283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2942643654442910283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2942643654442910283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2942643654442910283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeah-this-is-harder-than-it-looks.html' title='Yeah, this is harder than it looks...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/tzGn8DD86mM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8116829476306059027</id><published>2011-01-03T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T00:24:55.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Street Corner Symphony - Everybody Wants to Rule the World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zvWjFO6SAtE?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might be a little obsessed... Just a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch this.  I dare you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; You'll have the song stuck in your head for days too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can thank me later!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8116829476306059027?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8116829476306059027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8116829476306059027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8116829476306059027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8116829476306059027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2011/01/street-corner-symphony-everybody-wants.html' title='Street Corner Symphony - Everybody Wants to Rule the World'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zvWjFO6SAtE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-9084076811477030349</id><published>2010-05-09T20:43:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:59:37.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh yeah, I have a blog....</title><content type='html'>For reals, it's been forever since I posted anything. I'm not really all that sorry about it because no one reads this thing, but I do have some pics and stuff to post for anyone that thinks I was dead or moved in with a drug dealer. I am alive and well and done with another semester of never ending school. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was great fun and good times with family as always. We know how to do holidays right... food, babies, food, bubbles, stories, and more food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCUWrp3xI/AAAAAAAACp0/dk2ayeoo-7g/s1600/IMG_2085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469483558662430482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCUWrp3xI/AAAAAAAACp0/dk2ayeoo-7g/s400/IMG_2085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This little girl may just be the cutest thing ever right now. She loves those sunglasses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCeRI0A-I/AAAAAAAACp8/99wHtpjJadc/s1600/IMG_2096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469483728972809186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCeRI0A-I/AAAAAAAACp8/99wHtpjJadc/s400/IMG_2096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This one is 5 1/2 going on 16. She may be cute, but don't let that fool you. She's a fiery one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCe7AV32I/AAAAAAAACqE/zd1Dic2mYWA/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469483740211568482" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCe7AV32I/AAAAAAAACqE/zd1Dic2mYWA/s400/IMG_2118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This is my favorite picture from Easter EVER!! This little one really wanted her jelly bean back from Grandma... so she just reached in and took it. Priceless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-ePS2Oa5rI/AAAAAAAACrM/k1Wm9hsApaI/s1600/ST-2010-04-17_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469497826421171890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-ePS2Oa5rI/AAAAAAAACrM/k1Wm9hsApaI/s400/ST-2010-04-17_034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L and I met some friends up at Montezuma Well and "cleaned up" a bit. Pick axes and shovels in a ditch is an awesome way to spend two days. We did get to go camping where people don't normally get to be, so that was a huge plus. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOjZvnUAI/AAAAAAAACq0/m1XR8iKW8fs/s1600/100_0456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469497011321917442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOjZvnUAI/AAAAAAAACq0/m1XR8iKW8fs/s400/100_0456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOi_JusaI/AAAAAAAACqs/OOtz-JgHzLc/s1600/100_0468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469497004183695778" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOi_JusaI/AAAAAAAACqs/OOtz-JgHzLc/s400/100_0468.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;VoAZ is a great organization that helps clean up AZ and shows you how weak you are by comparing you to a 74 year old man (Joe, pictured above) who is picking and shoveling circles around you at every turn. We had the opportunity to make a historical monument beautiful and functional again, get out of the Valley, and spend some time in nature. All in a weekends work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOkAnLLII/AAAAAAAACrE/8y2tceuTGio/s1600/ST-2010-04-17_277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469497021755501698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOkAnLLII/AAAAAAAACrE/8y2tceuTGio/s400/ST-2010-04-17_277.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering... travertine build up kills babies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOifjyikI/AAAAAAAACqk/ih49Bnr6Hdk/s1600/100_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469496995703065154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eOifjyikI/AAAAAAAACqk/ih49Bnr6Hdk/s400/100_0444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby hand reaching out of the travertine... Dang you blasted travertine!!&lt;/p&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/4017780788264671175-9084076811477030349?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/9084076811477030349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=9084076811477030349' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/9084076811477030349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/9084076811477030349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-yeah-i-have-blog.html' title='Oh yeah, I have a blog....'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/S-eCUWrp3xI/AAAAAAAACp0/dk2ayeoo-7g/s72-c/IMG_2085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8518640371318101354</id><published>2009-10-06T23:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:17:59.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I just tell you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The gospel is true. We have a living prophet on the earth today. Our Heavenly Father loves us. Jesus Christ is the center of it all. What an amazing weekend. I'm so grateful for that knowledge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8518640371318101354?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8518640371318101354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8518640371318101354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8518640371318101354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8518640371318101354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-i-just-tell-you.html' title='Can I just tell you....'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2889629559534358424</id><published>2009-09-24T21:03:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T21:28:51.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrxGcxH0n6I/AAAAAAAACo0/tMGw1iRoYeA/s1600-h/gl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385256714464698274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrxGcxH0n6I/AAAAAAAACo0/tMGw1iRoYeA/s400/gl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just Say Yes" is the new single form Snow Patrol and as always it's amazing. Check it out: &lt;a href="http://music.aol.com/video/just-say-yes/snow-patrol/bc:41701431001"&gt;http://music.aol.com/video/just-say-yes/snow-patrol/bc:41701431001&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2889629559534358424?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2889629559534358424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2889629559534358424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2889629559534358424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2889629559534358424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrxGcxH0n6I/AAAAAAAACo0/tMGw1iRoYeA/s72-c/gl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2338123037659283557</id><published>2009-09-19T23:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:44:08.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh look, crafts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I've got quite a few projects in the works right now and a few that I've actually finished (surprise, surprise). The first on is some baby stuff that I made for two different guys I know both having little boys. I hope Otis and Max like them! We've got a tag blanket, some burpies, and a bib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Owls are totally gonna be all the rage for boys this season... mark my words. They are so cute! I love it. Julie and Rick, please make it be a boy and I'll make you some owl stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJtpHp4_I/AAAAAAAACnk/HCFPTcNpBTk/s1600-h/100_4901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383430715560551410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJtpHp4_I/AAAAAAAACnk/HCFPTcNpBTk/s320/100_4901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then, I was doing some blog watching and found out (kinda) how to makes these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJs7BZDqI/AAAAAAAACnc/Xp_TDUyYLoc/s1600-h/100_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383430703186251426" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJs7BZDqI/AAAAAAAACnc/Xp_TDUyYLoc/s320/100_4900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJrQRyIkI/AAAAAAAACnM/A_XKoYr1BYQ/s1600-h/100_4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383430674532409922" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJrQRyIkI/AAAAAAAACnM/A_XKoYr1BYQ/s320/100_4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They weren't that hard and they're pretty cute on a shirt. I have to wear black and khaki to work these days and I don't always follow rules real well, so I had to find something to brighten up the boring. I showed Brooklyn and she ordered a little purple one and I'll have to make a little pink one for Taylor too. And Kristi you'll have your yellow one, no worries about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've got some friends and family getting hitched in Sept and Oct so I'll have to put up what I've got in the works for them a bit later. I've also got some girls friends having girls and maybe some boys so there will be more baby stuff too... if I get it all done that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't have a crafting breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh, please, don't have a crafting breakdown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Don't have a crafting breakdown.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Breathe..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2338123037659283557?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2338123037659283557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2338123037659283557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2338123037659283557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2338123037659283557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-look-crafts.html' title='Oh look, crafts!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SrXJtpHp4_I/AAAAAAAACnk/HCFPTcNpBTk/s72-c/100_4901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6018742564946474484</id><published>2009-08-24T21:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:10:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, it's been kind of a long time...</title><content type='html'>Dear blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've been avoiding you. I promise it wasn't always on purpose, but I'm ready for you again... I think. I was looking back and we've had some good times and I think we could have a few more up our sleeves. What do ya say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think it over. I'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Holly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6018742564946474484?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6018742564946474484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6018742564946474484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6018742564946474484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6018742564946474484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-its-been-kind-of-long-time.html' title='So, it&apos;s been kind of a long time...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6632694456356480937</id><published>2009-03-10T09:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:01:55.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;So this is back from September 2006, but I think it's funny. I worked at a staffing company while I lived in Provo ad there was a radio station that asked listeners to send in their lists of "Things That Must Go". My co-worker and I did and our list actually made it on the radio. I think it's hilarious. You may think it's mean, but when you hear and see the same things from the same people everyday, it's makes you a bit crazy. Here's what we sent to the radio station:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my coworker and I are FOPs (&lt;em&gt;and no I don't remember what this stands for... friends of someone, I think&lt;/em&gt;). We work for a staffing agency (we prefer not to disclose which one, even though it's in my email address) and we have come up with some things that must go. Working in the temporary/staffing world, you meet a lot of interesting people. Interesting meaning hygiene problems, creepy, and all around strange. For those of you looking for looking for temp work, don't do these things. They don't impress us, never will, and are just plain irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who don't bathe for days and come into the office. We understand you need money, but you don't need to prove it to us with bad hygiene, or by using our bathroom as your personal shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Returned Missionaries putting the "leadership" positions they had on there mission as valid work experience. We're glad you did the service, but just because you live in Utah doesn't mean that needs to go on your resume. It wasn't a job, it was volunteer work. (PS: I'm an RM, it's not on my resume, and in any other state it's not going to fly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. People that bring their children into the office. We like kids, just not when they run in every room, draw on everything, play with your phone and computer, and then clog the bathroom with 9 rolls of paper towel and who know what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People who say they are overqualified for everything simply because they have ran their own business. Look honey, no one cares about the time you spend selling stuff on eBay and no you can't call yourself the CEO! You're coming to a temp agency, it can't be going all that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People, who after we've explained that we are a drug-free company, do random drug screening, and don't tolerate drug use at all, continue to tell you about the times they got wasted on the beach and ask you if you experiment with drugs. I would drug test you now, but I know you'd take a bath in my sink and I don't want to clean that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. People who continue to tell you the same story every time they see you, which is every week. I know the story. I know you almost died on your mission and I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People who come in every week and ask us if we speak Spanish. I didn't speak Spanish last week and I still don't. Stop asking. When I speak Spanish, I'll let you know. in Spainsh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys that come in and during the interview hit on you, tell you that you're beautiful, and that you should leave your boyfriend for them. Look, my boyfriend has a job and doesn't smell like BO and cabbage. By the way, do you know what sexual harassment is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Old men that come in, call you every pet in the book, try to hook you up with his "younger" brother who happens to be twice your age, and continually asks you if you have been naked in every body of water in the state of Utah. No I have not. No I will not. And yes, my "Jesus Jammies" stay on all the time, stop asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Just because I have a candy jar on my desk doesn't mean you need to eat 20 suckers. They are not a meal. They are for children, not grown men and women. You can have one, but just one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. We are a temp agency. We have temp jobs. They will not last forever. You cannot be a CEO for a day. I only make $11/hour. Chances of you getting a temp job that is making more than me are slim to none. Welcome to Utah County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Just because I sit at the front desk doesn't mean I'm the receptionist. I can fire you ass as fast as anyone can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Our testing center is not a place for "nap time". I realize you just walked to my office, I cared for about three seconds. Now get off my floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taxes. I'm sorry you owe money for taxes, I really am. But, when you claim married and 8 children when you are single and don't really have any kids that tends to happen. Stop lying and pay the government. And yes, Medicare will come out regardless of what you claim. Stop asking me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. We understand that you want to work in an office, but when you can't even turn on a computer it's get a little hard for me to find something for you. You failed all my tests, have no degree, and no previous office experience. What do you want me to do? Stop yelling at me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. And lastly, managers that constantly tell you to "keep rockin' and rollin'". Who are you, Casey Kasem? I don't rock and I don't roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6632694456356480937?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6632694456356480937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6632694456356480937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6632694456356480937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6632694456356480937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-this-is-back-from-september-2006-but.html' title=''/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3485799608692169016</id><published>2009-02-10T11:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:31:54.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DBG and Dale Chihuly</title><content type='html'>In my old age I've actually begun to like the Desert Botanical Garden in Phoenix. As a kid we hated going there. It was so boring! But since the addition of glass art by Dale Chihuly the DBG is hoppin'! Everyone who's anyone goes there and everyone has there camera out trying to capture the beauty. Here's what I shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNv_mD-TI/AAAAAAAACkY/YEdQjjoDE7c/s1600-h/100_4636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244460800407858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNv_mD-TI/AAAAAAAACkY/YEdQjjoDE7c/s200/100_4636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHODBOUDOI/AAAAAAAAClg/vDYNxLRfies/s1600-h/100_4715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244787655183586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHODBOUDOI/AAAAAAAAClg/vDYNxLRfies/s200/100_4715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNwqFQQhI/AAAAAAAACkg/ysq1lpz7euk/s1600-h/100_4658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244472205525522" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNwqFQQhI/AAAAAAAACkg/ysq1lpz7euk/s200/100_4658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNxBe5xpI/AAAAAAAACkw/64YQaV1YVKY/s1600-h/100_4681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244478487119506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNxBe5xpI/AAAAAAAACkw/64YQaV1YVKY/s200/100_4681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOOgKbfTI/AAAAAAAAClo/VYXgC3bt2wg/s1600-h/100_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244984938954034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOOgKbfTI/AAAAAAAAClo/VYXgC3bt2wg/s200/100_4730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOCphHsPI/AAAAAAAAClI/mo8hkkqS7QY/s1600-h/100_4697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244781291614450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOCphHsPI/AAAAAAAAClI/mo8hkkqS7QY/s200/100_4697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHODO9xZEI/AAAAAAAAClY/oaX_yEXM8Zg/s1600-h/100_4709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244791343899714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHODO9xZEI/AAAAAAAAClY/oaX_yEXM8Zg/s200/100_4709.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOCW3fFOI/AAAAAAAAClA/A0OcHClCxiA/s1600-h/100_4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244776285148386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOCW3fFOI/AAAAAAAAClA/A0OcHClCxiA/s200/100_4694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOO7S66gI/AAAAAAAACl4/HW8HaJyx-8w/s1600-h/100_4723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301244992222325250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHOO7S66gI/AAAAAAAACl4/HW8HaJyx-8w/s200/100_4723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4017780788264671175-3485799608692169016?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3485799608692169016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3485799608692169016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3485799608692169016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3485799608692169016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/02/dbg-and-dale-chihuly.html' title='DBG and Dale Chihuly'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHNv_mD-TI/AAAAAAAACkY/YEdQjjoDE7c/s72-c/100_4636.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6088853851260890837</id><published>2009-02-10T11:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:34:10.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Rail Adventures</title><content type='html'>Soooo, it was First Friday in Phoenix and I had a few friends that wanted to go and we wanted to ride the Light Rail to get down there. None of us had taken a ride on it yet and we thought it would be fun so we rode.The ride to Phoenix wasn't bad. It just took forever!! We waited at the first stop for about 10 minutes and then for there it wasn't so bad. Problem: we got to Phoenix at 9:54pm and the last rail goes back to Mesa at 10:45. It took us 15 minutes to walk anywhere to see any art and then we had to turn back to catch the light rail. So, a whirlwind tour of some artist tents and then we were on our way back to catch the rail. Let me tell you, the ride home was my favorite part of the night. We are waiting on the platform and the light rail rolls up and it is packed with people and no one is getting off. so we just have to smash in like sardines with everyone else and it. was. fabulous. At every stop it was like a puzzle to see if we could fit anymore people in our car. I had a death grip on the bar since there were no seats and tried to take some pictures. They are a bit blurry, but were were moving and crammed in pretty tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHOwdElFI/AAAAAAAACj4/Utc3mMHOEJA/s1600-h/100_4731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237292730717266" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHOwdElFI/AAAAAAAACj4/Utc3mMHOEJA/s320/100_4731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPM8aYqI/AAAAAAAACkA/sgSvL9mlqoM/s1600-h/100_4732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237300378362530" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPM8aYqI/AAAAAAAACkA/sgSvL9mlqoM/s320/100_4732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPY0cu9I/AAAAAAAACkI/eUcUBcBbJdM/s1600-h/100_4734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237303566187474" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPY0cu9I/AAAAAAAACkI/eUcUBcBbJdM/s320/100_4734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPR-q6aI/AAAAAAAACkQ/qV7dulL0hes/s1600-h/100_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301237301730011554" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHPR-q6aI/AAAAAAAACkQ/qV7dulL0hes/s320/100_4740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for a fun night girls!! We should do it again next month... only leave a little earlier and be in costume. Biker gang? Super hipsters? Goth? Homemade knit wears? The Cure? Think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6088853851260890837?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6088853851260890837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6088853851260890837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6088853851260890837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6088853851260890837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/02/light-rail-adventures.html' title='Light Rail Adventures'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SZHHOwdElFI/AAAAAAAACj4/Utc3mMHOEJA/s72-c/100_4731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1774741582723141621</id><published>2009-01-22T15:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T15:20:15.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Cardinals</title><content type='html'>Dear Phoenix Cardinals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats you guys on your upcoming trip to the Superbowl and your win over whatever team you played to get there. It was probably an awesome game, but I was at church and I missed it. Way to make miracles happen though and bring back the faith in AZ football. It's been a long time coming I'm pretty sure, but I don't really follow you or any other team for that matter. I pick which team will win by who has a better uniform and better team colors and it works almost every time. Anywho, I really wanted to say thanks for one reason: FREE FISH TACO. You guys won, I got me a free Rubio's fish taco, and it was delicious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294246121545661474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SXjwzCQ3_CI/AAAAAAAACi8/znY0Wdr3xxg/s200/fish+tacos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again guys and good luck!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-1774741582723141621?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1774741582723141621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1774741582723141621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1774741582723141621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1774741582723141621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-cardinals.html' title='Thank you Cardinals'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SXjwzCQ3_CI/AAAAAAAACi8/znY0Wdr3xxg/s72-c/fish+tacos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-631988676067738174</id><published>2009-01-15T12:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:17:58.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SW-JwHeTjGI/AAAAAAAACi0/Hk-7GjV6Rnk/s1600-h/DeppAndSpongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291599546916506722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SW-JwHeTjGI/AAAAAAAACi0/Hk-7GjV6Rnk/s320/DeppAndSpongebob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I was researching for my final in my winter class and I came across this little tidbit of news on &lt;a href="http://www.radaronline.com/"&gt;www.radaronline.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It may not be his greatest role, but it's certainly the one we least expected.&lt;br /&gt;According to the New York Daily News, megastar Johnny Depp will be joining the cast of the Nickelodeon TV special SpongeBob vs. The Big One.&lt;br /&gt;Depp, who has 2 kids -- presumably fans of SpongeBob SquarePants, will be providing the voice of "Jack Kahuna Laguna," a surfer.&lt;br /&gt;No airdate has been set for this latest adventure at Bikini Bottom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-631988676067738174?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/631988676067738174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=631988676067738174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/631988676067738174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/631988676067738174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2009/01/who-lives-in-pineapple-under-sea.html' title='Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SW-JwHeTjGI/AAAAAAAACi0/Hk-7GjV6Rnk/s72-c/DeppAndSpongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8575550387805194802</id><published>2008-11-15T23:19:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:51:53.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There might be something wrong with me.... but I don't want it to be right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-_VnBFekI/AAAAAAAACiQ/40_2JpKquz0/s1600-h/6502add6-ab65-40c8-ae1a-37e433e72595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269140467018463810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-_VnBFekI/AAAAAAAACiQ/40_2JpKquz0/s200/6502add6-ab65-40c8-ae1a-37e433e72595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A.maz.ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the past two weeks, this is the only thing I've listened to and it may continue for the next two weeks. When you have a man as good sounding AND looking as Gary Lightbody in your ear, do you really need anything else?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-_V5tZMII/AAAAAAAACiY/v-sZpLCDZKs/s1600-h/727113725_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269140472036143234" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-_V5tZMII/AAAAAAAACiY/v-sZpLCDZKs/s200/727113725_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR_CneHp41I/AAAAAAAACig/XyNBGV_K2Sc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope. I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8575550387805194802?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8575550387805194802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8575550387805194802' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8575550387805194802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8575550387805194802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/11/there-might-be-something-wrong-with-me.html' title='There might be something wrong with me.... but I don&apos;t want it to be right.'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-_VnBFekI/AAAAAAAACiQ/40_2JpKquz0/s72-c/6502add6-ab65-40c8-ae1a-37e433e72595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-7496153810334659155</id><published>2008-11-15T22:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:18:25.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Magnet</title><content type='html'>&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 align="center"&gt;What's that? You missed the fairy festival today? Ahhhh, you're in luck 'cause I didn't!! Like I would really miss that! Plus, my best friend's family had a booth at the festival with some of their artwork and vintage jewelry to sell and I wanted to go and support the cause. There were some interesting people there and some very serious fairies, but mostly there was dust, wind, and bees. I don't know what it was about me, but the bees wouldn't leave me alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I was a total bee magnet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3W9DxniI/AAAAAAAACiA/F9Z-scMYfKQ/s1600-h/100_4197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131694022172194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3W9DxniI/AAAAAAAACiA/F9Z-scMYfKQ/s200/100_4197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3XY4QvII/AAAAAAAACiI/2WAYOFELeqo/s1600-h/100_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131701490072706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3XY4QvII/AAAAAAAACiI/2WAYOFELeqo/s200/100_4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;October Art booth and Loreena's silk flower pins being attacked by bees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2dJ5T_mI/AAAAAAAACgw/9ZS7StOG-Vs/s1600-h/100_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269130701035535970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2dJ5T_mI/AAAAAAAACgw/9ZS7StOG-Vs/s200/100_4189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2d05GAuI/AAAAAAAAChA/6_x53-dgC40/s1600-h/100_4191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269130712577344226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2d05GAuI/AAAAAAAAChA/6_x53-dgC40/s200/100_4191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some serious fairies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-28_BfuJI/AAAAAAAAChQ/fW2IXGLXo6w/s1600-h/100_4196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131247872882834" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-28_BfuJI/AAAAAAAAChQ/fW2IXGLXo6w/s200/100_4196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2eB_Gd1I/AAAAAAAAChI/4uibMotBx7U/s1600-h/100_4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269130716092200786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2eB_Gd1I/AAAAAAAAChI/4uibMotBx7U/s200/100_4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some little fairies and fairy houses being made&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2c31mfSI/AAAAAAAACgo/c-2EezK_lu0/s1600-h/100_4188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269130696188132642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2c31mfSI/AAAAAAAACgo/c-2EezK_lu0/s200/100_4188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-IyyIwI/AAAAAAAAChg/9qd7zcb6W6I/s1600-h/100_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131267675398914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-IyyIwI/AAAAAAAAChg/9qd7zcb6W6I/s200/100_4199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some fairies or creatures I just don't get&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-29joMirI/AAAAAAAAChY/lppCF6lM-ok/s1600-h/100_4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-VW5d3I/AAAAAAAACho/cepnCG3FxeY/s1600-h/100_4200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131271048099698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-VW5d3I/AAAAAAAACho/cepnCG3FxeY/s200/100_4200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-wZEyxI/AAAAAAAAChw/VSY3N_GLVLs/s1600-h/100_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131278304987922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2-wZEyxI/AAAAAAAAChw/VSY3N_GLVLs/s200/100_4201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3Wf3vcpI/AAAAAAAACh4/qzKxi_CUCO8/s1600-h/100_4202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269131686187070098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3Wf3vcpI/AAAAAAAACh4/qzKxi_CUCO8/s200/100_4202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then there was this guy. A hippie who had worked on this idea since 1978 and it's finally coming to light. It's a piece of fabric with drawstrings and stuff in it and it can be made into almost any article of clothing. I didn't believe it could be done... and then I watched him do it. He turned this octagon thing into a pair of pants, three different dresses, a sleeping bag, a shirt, a poncho, a hauling bag, and a pillow. It was actually pretty impressive. He also spouted off some stuff about "the inner s'elf'" and atoms and geometry, but he kinda lost me there.  All in all though, minus the bees, it was a nice day spent with a bunch of fairies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-2drtniII/AAAAAAAACg4/uq96lkYI9fM/s1600-h/100_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/4017780788264671175-7496153810334659155?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/7496153810334659155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=7496153810334659155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7496153810334659155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/7496153810334659155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/11/bee-magnet.html' title='Bee Magnet'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-3W9DxniI/AAAAAAAACiA/F9Z-scMYfKQ/s72-c/100_4197.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3012998834082327167</id><published>2008-11-15T21:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:46:01.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's great to be 28!!</title><content type='html'>&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-tVZLiYZI/AAAAAAAACf4/8r2-xZ9WV3A/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182166_7151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120672094904722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-tVZLiYZI/AAAAAAAACf4/8r2-xZ9WV3A/s200/n1079329965_30182166_7151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's really not all that great to be 28, but a towering inferno of cake totally helps. This masterpiece was crafted by Clint, Chis, and Ryan and I love it!!!! The three dudes on the top complete with drawn on beard and shifty eyes were perfection. The unicorn banner and tablecloth was more than I could ask for, but the fire.... that almost brought a tear to my eye. There is nothing quite as beautiful as a half melted cake covered in wax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-s01PemQI/AAAAAAAACfw/gfncvp8rSWA/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182164_6703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120112691943682" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-s01PemQI/AAAAAAAACfw/gfncvp8rSWA/s200/n1079329965_30182164_6703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-uUru3e7I/AAAAAAAACgQ/cBpzywXpaKU/s1600-h/100_3077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269121759406685106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-uUru3e7I/AAAAAAAACgQ/cBpzywXpaKU/s200/100_3077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they DO look that good all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-szlSYiqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/-wM42r6ew1E/s1600-h/100_4183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120091229293218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-szlSYiqI/AAAAAAAACfQ/-wM42r6ew1E/s200/100_4183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-s0iIUprI/AAAAAAAACfo/peXPnVmkoac/s1600-h/100_4186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120107561658034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-s0iIUprI/AAAAAAAACfo/peXPnVmkoac/s200/100_4186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inferno and the damage afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-tV_dzvdI/AAAAAAAACgI/bDYO-6K6lrM/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182175_9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120682372087250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-tV_dzvdI/AAAAAAAACgI/bDYO-6K6lrM/s200/n1079329965_30182175_9229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-yMPy2LRI/AAAAAAAACgY/_kXK6nHgpsk/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182160_5782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269126012514741522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-yMPy2LRI/AAAAAAAACgY/_kXK6nHgpsk/s200/n1079329965_30182160_5782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Clint &amp;amp; Ryan and Chis making magic happen in cake form&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-s0f-93ZI/AAAAAAAACfg/tA2Ei-T1Vc0/s1600-h/100_4184.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-yMLtagJI/AAAAAAAACgg/c55Y4zIiU88/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182161_6016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269126011418214546" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-yMLtagJI/AAAAAAAACgg/c55Y4zIiU88/s200/n1079329965_30182161_6016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-sz7OWZCI/AAAAAAAACfY/QxolIuZ-9Qw/s1600-h/100_4204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269120097117955106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-sz7OWZCI/AAAAAAAACfY/QxolIuZ-9Qw/s200/100_4204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also got to go to lunch with Julie, Amanda, and Karen and got these beautiful roses from my mom. How lucky can one girl get on her birthday?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-yMLtagJI/AAAAAAAACgg/c55Y4zIiU88/s1600-h/n1079329965_30182161_6016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&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/4017780788264671175-3012998834082327167?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3012998834082327167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3012998834082327167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3012998834082327167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3012998834082327167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-great-to-be-28.html' title='It&apos;s great to be 28!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-tVZLiYZI/AAAAAAAACf4/8r2-xZ9WV3A/s72-c/n1079329965_30182166_7151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-910659229181275741</id><published>2008-11-15T20:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:10:04.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What does it mean when you dream about a giant pigeon?</title><content type='html'>So, I had this weird dream the other night and really, for me that's not unusual. I have weird dreams all the time. Giant tarantulas on my bed asking me directions to some random girls house in the middle of the night, zombies chasing me and guys from high school giving away my hiding spot like I asked them NOT to, and other random things like that. So I had this dream the other night that I was meeting some friends for dinner and I was in this Hogwart's type school walking down the hall. I pass this door that has a sign on it that reads "Beware: Giant Pigeon" so I start to think, "wow, a giant pigeon. That's totally crazy." Then the door swings open, I'm being sucked into this room, and being grabbed by this giant bird! So I start freaking out and calling for my friends and holding onto the door jam for all I'm worth. My friends come to save me, start to grab my arms to save me, and I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Analyze that and tell me I'm not crazy! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-910659229181275741?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/910659229181275741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=910659229181275741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/910659229181275741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/910659229181275741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-does-it-mean-when-you-dream-about.html' title='What does it mean when you dream about a giant pigeon?'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3035945077358601501</id><published>2008-10-26T14:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:55:45.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGDIBLPI/AAAAAAAACeY/LShv3i8nHS0/s1600-h/100_4115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269089622150950130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGDIBLPI/AAAAAAAACeY/LShv3i8nHS0/s200/100_4115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I went to New Kids on the Block. Laugh if you want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They. were. fantastic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was a little scared when we first got to the arena, but really who isn't scared by large groups of women reliving their jr. high/high school days or just large groups of women in general? Right? Is that just me that they terrify? It was like a never-ending sea of 30-40 year old women wanting to get some attention from the New Kids. There was a lot of screaming... a lot of screaming. And then there was me, laughing so hard my face hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGfVivoI/AAAAAAAACeo/0IOVjYnLeoY/s1600-h/100_4135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269089629723868802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGfVivoI/AAAAAAAACeo/0IOVjYnLeoY/s200/100_4135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RlDXxnoI/AAAAAAAACfI/qoBP-3EOETg/s1600-h/100_4114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269090154792984194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RlDXxnoI/AAAAAAAACfI/qoBP-3EOETg/s200/100_4114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And really, who thought to bring back the giant buttons? A NKOTB merch guy that's who and they sold like hot cakes!! No, I didn't get one and yes I've already been yelled at multiple times, don't worry. Nicole already warned me on the car ride over that she had bought vintage NKOTB shirts online and that she was walking away tonight with another shirt and would wear it proudly to work the next day, to sleep that night, and to her boyfriend's house for dinner. I don't know if any of those things happened, but at the time I she was a little crazy so I wasn't going to call her bluff on anything. I'm not that stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RF24ALdI/AAAAAAAACeQ/nr_J3LXy7PI/s1600-h/100_4111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269089618862550482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RF24ALdI/AAAAAAAACeQ/nr_J3LXy7PI/s200/100_4111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RFWOGGOI/AAAAAAAACeI/Vh36YF-xZxI/s1600-h/100_4112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269089610096842978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RFWOGGOI/AAAAAAAACeI/Vh36YF-xZxI/s200/100_4112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They actually got better as time passed. and I mean EVERYTHING was better. They all look better (let's be honest, the 80's/90's were good to no one), they sound better, and they dance better. I saw with my own two eyes a 40+ year old man brake dance and do a head spin!! That alone is amazing. There was all the elements of a great show there: skanky back-up dancers, pyrotechnics, syncro dancing, one of the band members taking his shirt off, and a touching video about all the good people we lost this year. But the best part... hands down .... Hangin' Tough. Seriously, can you think of a better way to end your show then singing Hangin' Tough?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkqN4MHI/AAAAAAAACe4/Qm_ekyvK9yk/s1600-h/100_4167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269090148040585330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkqN4MHI/AAAAAAAACe4/Qm_ekyvK9yk/s200/100_4167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkzpoIdI/AAAAAAAACfA/SE25PcMsW8M/s1600-h/100_4158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269090150572892626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkzpoIdI/AAAAAAAACfA/SE25PcMsW8M/s200/100_4158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna lie though, I walked into thinking it was going to be super-duper lame and I was going to spend most of my time cracking jokes and making fun of the girls that I went with... which I did, but not in the mass quantity I thought I would. There was, however, this girl in front of me with her mom that was rocking out to the opening acts. This girl was out or her seat, waving her arms to some other beat in her head not even close to the song that was being played, and danced for her life. It was great and provided entertainment for our entire section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGRaYJwI/AAAAAAAACeg/ZVOMSPWeHAM/s1600-h/100_4127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269089625986049794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGRaYJwI/AAAAAAAACeg/ZVOMSPWeHAM/s200/100_4127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkYWBQrI/AAAAAAAACew/x-CjrAE3XeY/s1600-h/100_4151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269090143242896050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RkYWBQrI/AAAAAAAACew/x-CjrAE3XeY/s200/100_4151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So Nicole and Tora, thanks for a great night of pure awesomeness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-3035945077358601501?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3035945077358601501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3035945077358601501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3035945077358601501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3035945077358601501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/10/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-RGDIBLPI/AAAAAAAACeY/LShv3i8nHS0/s72-c/100_4115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2243326410798303598</id><published>2008-10-26T14:06:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T20:15:56.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy gets Married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-My1_nhNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Dvb-o2Zch9s/s1600-h/100_4084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269084894162027730" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-My1_nhNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Dvb-o2Zch9s/s200/100_4084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little Princess Candy Cane Candace got married in October and I decided to try and be crafty for her wedding gift. So I made a custom picture frame and journal for their new little family. The picture frame was a shadow box and I printed some the words love, cherish, and the meanings on a transparency and put it against the glass. The journal was for their new little family memories. They both turned out pretty cute I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269084887609355970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-MydlVrsI/AAAAAAAACdA/2Ti_ICC-C6I/s200/100_4101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to new beginnings Candace and Curtis!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-Ol71o66I/AAAAAAAACdg/qUZWIRCsqsQ/s1600-h/100_4106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269086871415745442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-Ol71o66I/AAAAAAAACdg/qUZWIRCsqsQ/s200/100_4106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-OmX49eKI/AAAAAAAACdw/c0s4R0vERv4/s1600-h/100_4107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269086878945867938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-OmX49eKI/AAAAAAAACdw/c0s4R0vERv4/s200/100_4107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;shadow box, inside of journal, and card&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2243326410798303598?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2243326410798303598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2243326410798303598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2243326410798303598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2243326410798303598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/10/candy-gets-married.html' title='Candy gets Married'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-My1_nhNI/AAAAAAAACdQ/Dvb-o2Zch9s/s72-c/100_4084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5095647677752842597</id><published>2008-10-26T14:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T19:58:18.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bounce U Birthday Bonanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooo, what does a 28 year old do for her birthday party you ask? Goes to Bounce U that's what!! Last year Baby Cousin had her birthday at the same place and it was a blast, so why not do it again? It was a lot of fun watching everyone go crazy kids and grown ups alike. There were slide races, basketball shoot-offs, little kids that like to climb stairs but not go down the slide, grandmas bouncing with grandkids, big kids racing little kids in cars meant for little kids, and all sorts of birthday fun. Happy Birthday Reen.... back in Sept. I'm slow, I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K-XMvA1I/AAAAAAAACcY/Wmr2emD2ae8/s1600-h/100_4062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269082893030720338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K-XMvA1I/AAAAAAAACcY/Wmr2emD2ae8/s200/100_4062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_nCn7eI/AAAAAAAACcw/0IhrHfz59tM/s1600-h/100_4059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269082914463149538" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_nCn7eI/AAAAAAAACcw/0IhrHfz59tM/s200/100_4059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_g7A3GI/AAAAAAAACco/9PMO_9y50eE/s1600-h/100_4057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269082912820616290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_g7A3GI/AAAAAAAACco/9PMO_9y50eE/s200/100_4057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_LYDPZI/AAAAAAAACcg/nQQQYM1P6tg/s1600-h/100_4072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269082907036827026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K_LYDPZI/AAAAAAAACcg/nQQQYM1P6tg/s200/100_4072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&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/4017780788264671175-5095647677752842597?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5095647677752842597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5095647677752842597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5095647677752842597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5095647677752842597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/10/bounce-u-birthday-bonanza.html' title='Bounce U Birthday Bonanza'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SR-K-XMvA1I/AAAAAAAACcY/Wmr2emD2ae8/s72-c/100_4062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3781490795790844148</id><published>2008-10-26T13:10:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T14:00:26.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Moab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Karen was planning a trip to Moab back in September and I tagged along. It was an odd trip there... I'm pretty sure we went through Hell at one point (Mexican Hat), had donkeys stand in the middle of the road, and got pulled over the minute we got into Moab. The cop was nice though, but told us he only gives one warning.... so to be on the safe side Karen didn't drive the rest of the weekend. We had a really good time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQaoMLmNI/AAAAAAAACVk/mA3p67_pSj4/s1600-h/100_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559420559268050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQaoMLmNI/AAAAAAAACVk/mA3p67_pSj4/s200/100_3901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQdDeGK2I/AAAAAAAACV8/HD38210e-ZI/s1600-h/100_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559462241905506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQdDeGK2I/AAAAAAAACV8/HD38210e-ZI/s200/100_3929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to a beautiful little place to fish called Oowah and actually caught fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQb80lHjI/AAAAAAAACVs/SPV9Q-7yGv4/s1600-h/100_3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559443277291058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQb80lHjI/AAAAAAAACVs/SPV9Q-7yGv4/s200/100_3924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQcQONbhI/AAAAAAAACV0/OgsNzG0l9QY/s1600-h/100_3927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559448485064210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQcQONbhI/AAAAAAAACV0/OgsNzG0l9QY/s200/100_3927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John taught Karen how to fly fish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQ1KU87I/AAAAAAAACWU/bKk08Q9ggj8/s1600-h/100_3945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261560351754089394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQ1KU87I/AAAAAAAACWU/bKk08Q9ggj8/s200/100_3945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQvDnchI/AAAAAAAACWE/iLMALUMIUso/s1600-h/100_3938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261560350115328530" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQvDnchI/AAAAAAAACWE/iLMALUMIUso/s200/100_3938.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karen got to take part in her first ever Homecoming parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW948H9pI/AAAAAAAACXk/RYcc7Q5JGZ8/s1600-h/P9190143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261566623420511890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW948H9pI/AAAAAAAACXk/RYcc7Q5JGZ8/s200/P9190143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW-LnhT4I/AAAAAAAACXs/1w93Esw5A7c/s1600-h/P9190142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261566628434366338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW-LnhT4I/AAAAAAAACXs/1w93Esw5A7c/s200/P9190142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And her first ever Homecoming football game&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS3KPtGPI/AAAAAAAACXE/g-20GfzCbL4/s1600-h/100_4019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562109760444658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS3KPtGPI/AAAAAAAACXE/g-20GfzCbL4/s200/100_4019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS3akiiSI/AAAAAAAACXM/SL7SKt0YFu4/s1600-h/100_4001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562114142800162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS3akiiSI/AAAAAAAACXM/SL7SKt0YFu4/s200/100_4001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got to see some of the Arches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW9YO-wmI/AAAAAAAACXc/FCpSTpKWP1M/s1600-h/P9190125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261566614641230434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTW9YO-wmI/AAAAAAAACXc/FCpSTpKWP1M/s200/P9190125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQpvYDxI/AAAAAAAACWM/_tyYuQAFwd8/s1600-h/100_3954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261560348688256786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRQpvYDxI/AAAAAAAACWM/_tyYuQAFwd8/s200/100_3954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to ride around Moab in Old Green with our own personal Moab tour guide, Johnny B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRSQc6weI/AAAAAAAACWk/4LYB1x_QdE0/s1600-h/IMG_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261560376259690978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRSQc6weI/AAAAAAAACWk/4LYB1x_QdE0/s200/IMG_3671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS4XN5gVI/AAAAAAAACXU/ZfyH3rxdfIM/s1600-h/P9190118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261562130422399314" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTS4XN5gVI/AAAAAAAACXU/ZfyH3rxdfIM/s200/P9190118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQaItuXYI/AAAAAAAACVc/kJCIK6Egw5A/s1600-h/P9200192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261559412110024066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQaItuXYI/AAAAAAAACVc/kJCIK6Egw5A/s200/P9200192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRRl04vUI/AAAAAAAACWc/PMadZCVrvyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261560364817497410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTRRl04vUI/AAAAAAAACWc/PMadZCVrvyQ/s200/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall, it was a really great weekend. But I think my favorite part was Mini Lion's Back. Check this video out. Karen was filming and she has a silent laugh attack (ie: legs kicking) but then we got back on track and filmed our amazing journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8d2871a9dc780feb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d2871a9dc780feb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330236909%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41086571DFAA5582A6DD2C2D1DA07042E8BC9348.3F8382EDAD02549BC148467D8D7EE0EC6185033A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d2871a9dc780feb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWNc2si0YKfx7XP__Ny33GJBdXss&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8d2871a9dc780feb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330236909%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41086571DFAA5582A6DD2C2D1DA07042E8BC9348.3F8382EDAD02549BC148467D8D7EE0EC6185033A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8d2871a9dc780feb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWNc2si0YKfx7XP__Ny33GJBdXss&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Johnny B and the entire Bishoff family for a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-3781490795790844148?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8d2871a9dc780feb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3781490795790844148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3781490795790844148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3781490795790844148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3781490795790844148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-moab.html' title='Going to Moab'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTQaoMLmNI/AAAAAAAACVk/mA3p67_pSj4/s72-c/100_3901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5696824968150224064</id><published>2008-10-26T12:41:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:09:37.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What was I doing a year ago?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll tell you what... Crusin' the Caribbean that's what!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ9UCE9rI/AAAAAAAACUs/7EC47tCWlYY/s1600-h/100_2355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261552319862208178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ9UCE9rI/AAAAAAAACUs/7EC47tCWlYY/s200/100_2355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was Karen, Julie, Amanda, Susan, Eve, and I for a week on the Carnival Triumph. We had a lot of fun, got to see some really cool places, and eat a lot of food. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJP2SqnqI/AAAAAAAACTs/WILN5BkcytA/s1600-h/100_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551538784607906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJP2SqnqI/AAAAAAAACTs/WILN5BkcytA/s200/100_2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551566927572402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJRfIeLbI/AAAAAAAACT8/jLYjkgB6Sys/s200/100_2104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJQoaxB8I/AAAAAAAACT0/8Xa6-Q_gRmo/s1600-h/100_2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551552240355266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJQoaxB8I/AAAAAAAACT0/8Xa6-Q_gRmo/s200/100_2069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ8ZgzLuI/AAAAAAAACUc/E55P0FZJBIA/s1600-h/100_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261552304153374434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ8ZgzLuI/AAAAAAAACUc/E55P0FZJBIA/s200/100_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Taking in all the sights and sounds aboard the Triumph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJS3tihpI/AAAAAAAACUM/CIVb2odoz9E/s1600-h/100_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551590705366674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJS3tihpI/AAAAAAAACUM/CIVb2odoz9E/s200/100_2193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJRmKm7gI/AAAAAAAACUE/A9Pf3eCjjgM/s1600-h/100_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551568815582722" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJRmKm7gI/AAAAAAAACUE/A9Pf3eCjjgM/s200/100_2176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hanging out on the beautiful beaches of St. Thomas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ9b5yeDI/AAAAAAAACUk/1F4wdDdAVf0/s1600-h/100_2332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261552321974925362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ9b5yeDI/AAAAAAAACUk/1F4wdDdAVf0/s200/100_2332.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting to know our waiters and eating our weight in food every night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK2b62GeI/AAAAAAAACU8/ZYbhyxZoeKI/s1600-h/100_2541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553301231901154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK2b62GeI/AAAAAAAACU8/ZYbhyxZoeKI/s200/100_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ-I2iOJI/AAAAAAAACU0/ndvgpcL4Ofw/s1600-h/100_2362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261552334040873106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ-I2iOJI/AAAAAAAACU0/ndvgpcL4Ofw/s200/100_2362.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Seeing Susan become Madonna and going on a tour of Grand Turk by myself&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJRmKm7gI/AAAAAAAACUE/A9Pf3eCjjgM/s1600-h/100_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553312963387506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK3Hn2YHI/AAAAAAAACVE/GbVDgOTKqKM/s200/100_2546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK39gMYQI/AAAAAAAACVM/imrLDtnWQ9o/s1600-h/100_2585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553327426789634" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK39gMYQI/AAAAAAAACVM/imrLDtnWQ9o/s200/100_2585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK4Ue2yuI/AAAAAAAACVU/oVPrBxGH4xo/s1600-h/100_2601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261553333595196130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTK4Ue2yuI/AAAAAAAACVU/oVPrBxGH4xo/s200/100_2601.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Airboat ride in Miami complete with alligators and crocs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ohhh.... good times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-5696824968150224064?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5696824968150224064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5696824968150224064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5696824968150224064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5696824968150224064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-was-i-doing-year-ago.html' title='What was I doing a year ago?'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SQTJ9UCE9rI/AAAAAAAACUs/7EC47tCWlYY/s72-c/100_2355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6924591332504491783</id><published>2008-09-17T11:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T11:51:00.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, she was so sweet...</title><content type='html'>So Friday night Brooklyn spent the night with Grandma and Grandpa. Saturday morning I wake up and Brooke is already up and watching cartoons with Grandma so I just sneak a peek in at her on my way to put my contacts in and then it happens. She looks at me for a second. Then looks at Grandma and says, "Holly is having a bad hair day Grandma".... wow.&lt;br /&gt;Dissed by a four year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6924591332504491783?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6924591332504491783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6924591332504491783' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6924591332504491783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6924591332504491783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-she-was-so-sweet.html' title='Oh, she was so sweet...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5307357770153855485</id><published>2008-09-11T13:47:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:13:08.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGBcwCY5I/AAAAAAAAByU/lFoLKGnGPds/s1600-h/100_3874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870600505320338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGBcwCY5I/AAAAAAAAByU/lFoLKGnGPds/s320/100_3874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, we went to Greer, AZ for the Labor Day weekend and it was beautiful. So nice and cold and rainy. It was great.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFKYsy4I/AAAAAAAABxE/lJC-BlAiTNw/s1600-h/100_3794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869564783446914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFKYsy4I/AAAAAAAABxE/lJC-BlAiTNw/s320/100_3794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmErnA3qRI/AAAAAAAABwk/kDDX9l8wbHI/s1600-h/100_3779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869125791525138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmErnA3qRI/AAAAAAAABwk/kDDX9l8wbHI/s320/100_3779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We played in the rain with umbrellas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmErV49wKI/AAAAAAAABwc/7Jjg5X3ovFw/s1600-h/100_3776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869121194967202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmErV49wKI/AAAAAAAABwc/7Jjg5X3ovFw/s320/100_3776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to dinner and ALL the old people fit themselves in the back seat... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFUqGl2I/AAAAAAAABxM/nSyjNCWsg10/s1600-h/100_3806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869567540795234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFUqGl2I/AAAAAAAABxM/nSyjNCWsg10/s320/100_3806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFi717-PI/AAAAAAAABxs/OK_m1vk2ypw/s1600-h/100_3821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870076275620082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFi717-PI/AAAAAAAABxs/OK_m1vk2ypw/s320/100_3821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike, Brooklyn, and Grandpa went on a boat ride, caught a fish, got poked in the finger by said fish, and then played in the water the rest of the time...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFGATuxJI/AAAAAAAABxc/RQu_7WvfrYo/s1600-h/100_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869579258119314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFGATuxJI/AAAAAAAABxc/RQu_7WvfrYo/s320/100_3815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played with a dead crawdad or "karates" as Brooke called it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFGc80UbI/AAAAAAAABxk/nUt5i7xLehU/s1600-h/100_3814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869586946642354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFGc80UbI/AAAAAAAABxk/nUt5i7xLehU/s320/100_3814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFsp1EsI/AAAAAAAABxU/ET0-XeOfqXA/s1600-h/100_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869573982098114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFFsp1EsI/AAAAAAAABxU/ET0-XeOfqXA/s320/100_3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard being an old man when your kids take your waders and you have to get your "boat shoes" wet. Poor dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsYADPoI/AAAAAAAABw0/R2yY_cAoYK0/s1600-h/100_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869138941427330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsYADPoI/AAAAAAAABw0/R2yY_cAoYK0/s320/100_3789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsDjut0I/AAAAAAAABws/gEeWdoV9-ts/s1600-h/100_3783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869133453932354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsDjut0I/AAAAAAAABws/gEeWdoV9-ts/s320/100_3783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsq6_CaI/AAAAAAAABw8/BqyTUMsA-ac/s1600-h/100_3791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244869144020453794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmEsq6_CaI/AAAAAAAABw8/BqyTUMsA-ac/s320/100_3791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Played in the rain some more and made funny faces...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFjC_8-SI/AAAAAAAABx0/1hfMvxEfFEg/s1600-h/100_3825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870078196676898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFjC_8-SI/AAAAAAAABx0/1hfMvxEfFEg/s320/100_3825.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGBhliyUI/AAAAAAAAByc/xVLGD3gdf9I/s1600-h/100_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870601803483458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGBhliyUI/AAAAAAAAByc/xVLGD3gdf9I/s320/100_3883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took some pictures of pretty things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFlX6UOmI/AAAAAAAAByM/QRyjvlzyHdU/s1600-h/100_3854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870118169918050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFlX6UOmI/AAAAAAAAByM/QRyjvlzyHdU/s320/100_3854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFlBixvUI/AAAAAAAAByE/YRCTUIbX2sQ/s1600-h/100_3839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870112165608770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmFlBixvUI/AAAAAAAAByE/YRCTUIbX2sQ/s320/100_3839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw some beautiful fields of flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGC6yCs1I/AAAAAAAABy0/iGTAyzoCjC0/s1600-h/100_3892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870625746662226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGC6yCs1I/AAAAAAAABy0/iGTAyzoCjC0/s320/100_3892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGCd_TYjI/AAAAAAAABys/nvf3cAP5Oog/s1600-h/100_3886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870618017653298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGCd_TYjI/AAAAAAAABys/nvf3cAP5Oog/s320/100_3886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saw a bunch of elk grazing on the other side of Big Lake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGB3Z5iQI/AAAAAAAAByk/YE01in8K_T4/s1600-h/100_3894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244870607660222722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGB3Z5iQI/AAAAAAAAByk/YE01in8K_T4/s320/100_3894.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And totally touched a dead cow on the side of the road!!! My mom is awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-5307357770153855485?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5307357770153855485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5307357770153855485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5307357770153855485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5307357770153855485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/09/greer.html' title='Greer'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmGBcwCY5I/AAAAAAAAByU/lFoLKGnGPds/s72-c/100_3874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-4119854119423597222</id><published>2008-09-11T13:00:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:46:48.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>Dear Nickelback,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for ruining yet what could have been another perfect morning. That's right, you ruin every morning I wake up to an alarm because somehow every radio station plays your "music" ALL MORNING LONG... How do you manage that!? Well, you obviously work for Satan so I can see you have some pull, but EVERY MORNING... really? You make me want to hurt people, mostly you but sometimes others as well. How do you feel about that? Your music makes people feel violent. Tisk, tisk Nickelback tisk, tisk. But I still don't understand how you do it... I don't wake up at the same time every morning and still you manage to be there torturing me. How do you do it? Do you spy on me? Am I in Hell? Why are you screwing with my mind?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmCNarZ9jI/AAAAAAAABwU/UHM3DSNS6dc/s1600-h/nickelback-2005-pic-3jpg_w560h559746594.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244866408060941874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmCNarZ9jI/AAAAAAAABwU/UHM3DSNS6dc/s200/nickelback-2005-pic-3jpg_w560h559746594.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you live with yourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for another crappy morning,&lt;br /&gt;Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;PS: The girls from Jr high called, they want their gel back. Dippity-do!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-4119854119423597222?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/4119854119423597222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=4119854119423597222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4119854119423597222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4119854119423597222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/09/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SMmCNarZ9jI/AAAAAAAABwU/UHM3DSNS6dc/s72-c/nickelback-2005-pic-3jpg_w560h559746594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6219068771123844753</id><published>2008-08-12T16:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:45:00.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the past few weeks I've been, how shall I put it? An ass, to say the least. I'm not talking about a cute little donkey either. I'm talking a whining, braying ass with a princess hat that bites and kicks... Not a pretty sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKIt71nO4YI/AAAAAAAABwE/GKpJhrGoLjw/s1600-h/miniature-donkey-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233796222985101698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKIt71nO4YI/AAAAAAAABwE/GKpJhrGoLjw/s320/miniature-donkey-0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure I've hurt some people close to me over the last little while and for that I have no excuse. Not a one. I haven't answered phone calls. I haven't returned phone calls or text messages or emails. I've even just down-right avoided people all together. I've just never had to deal with so much stuff at the same time and I'm not really sure how to handle it all. I know you're all thinking that all I had to do was ask and someone would be there for me. I realize that, but have you met me? I'm the independent one that tries to forget her stupid problems by doing things for others. Asking for help is not the easiest thing for me and with the inability to drive or even walk at a normal pace right now makes me feel more like a burden than anything. I'm not used to that and I don't think others should have to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm not asking you to pity me for my situation right now, I'm just asking you to understand me for a minute. I now realize that I've been just plain rude to a lot of people that I care about and for that behavior I'm truly sorry. I have, however, noticed that it's a problem and have resolved to fix it. I thought it easiest to make a list of the things that I've thought of that I need to improve on. I've listed them here so you guys can keep an eye on me and if I start to go back to the way I was I give you full permission to kick me, yell at me, or just call me out on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I will have a better attitude about my situation. Obviously I need to learn a few things here and complaining about it doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I will answer my phone and return calls, text, and emails in a timely manner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I will accept help from others when offered and will ask for help when needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I will be more social and not hide in my comfort zone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I will be a better friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you guys can think of thing else I need to add to my list, please let me know. For some reason I've been blessed with people that love me and I don't wanna lose that because of my attitude or behavior. So Loreena, Amanda, Julie, Karen, Mike, Kristi, Mom, Dad, Clint, Chis, and anyone else I may have hurt forgive me. I'm sorry and will make it up to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6219068771123844753?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6219068771123844753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6219068771123844753' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6219068771123844753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6219068771123844753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKIt71nO4YI/AAAAAAAABwE/GKpJhrGoLjw/s72-c/miniature-donkey-0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5294966430505584598</id><published>2008-08-05T11:28:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:44:21.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the inside, I am a 12 year old boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, it's been brought to my attention (more than once) that I'm not very girly. I tend to be more of a 12 year old boy than a 27 year old young lady. And to that I say, "So what?" Yes, I totally dig Transformers, Iron Man, and really any good action movie with a robot-y thing in it or where someone gets killed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE5ebeGf_I/AAAAAAAABvM/zynz1jzRkEE/s1600-h/transformers_movie_poster_optimus_prime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527436914098162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE5ebeGf_I/AAAAAAAABvM/zynz1jzRkEE/s200/transformers_movie_poster_optimus_prime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE5evLVwcI/AAAAAAAABvU/DrZnmcD1cBo/s1600-h/iron-man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233527442204115394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE5evLVwcI/AAAAAAAABvU/DrZnmcD1cBo/s200/iron-man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think bodily functions are, for the most part, funny. I use inappropriate language sometimes because sometimes there are no other words to use to tell someone they are being a douchebag or an asshat. (Take note of the camo shirt in a previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rL4rIOI/AAAAAAAABvc/otGtkIF3Ggg/s1600-h/asshat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233534253138649314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rL4rIOI/AAAAAAAABvc/otGtkIF3Ggg/s200/asshat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to know how things work and would try to take said things apart if I thought I had an even slight chance of putting it back together and have it return to working order. TV shows that show how things get made or how things blow up make me happy. I could watch them all day and if given the chance to do so, I just might take it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKFGmE4lUII/AAAAAAAABv0/t1iJAKBdFiI/s1600-h/ipod-shuffle-g2-disassembled.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233541861941268610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKFGmE4lUII/AAAAAAAABv0/t1iJAKBdFiI/s200/ipod-shuffle-g2-disassembled.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dead things... yes, I said dead things. I have taken pictures of roadkill and will continue to be fascinated by it. Yes, I know it's gross. No, I don't know why I'm like this so don't ask... just accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rbVge3I/AAAAAAAABvk/XH75tBORA6g/s1600-h/roadkill.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233534257286118258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rbVge3I/AAAAAAAABvk/XH75tBORA6g/s200/roadkill.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love fire.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love things that blow up, explode, or just get destroyed. Once I learned how to blow fire in my front yard I have tried to impress most everyone with my skills. If you haven't seen it, lemme know. I'll be more than happy to show you. Then you too can impress your family and friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rpjgLMI/AAAAAAAABvs/otTCv-4BjFg/s1600-h/102_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233534261102914754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE_rpjgLMI/AAAAAAAABvs/otTCv-4BjFg/s200/102_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always been easier for me to talk to guys. They don't have as much drama as girls and I gravitate towards that. I love a good rock show. I'm not the one in the mosh pit, but I will be the one laughing as you get body slammed for 45 minutes. I love sports. I can't play very many very well at all, but I'll give it a try. All in all, I'm still 27 and I'm for sure still a girl, but sometimes the boy in me takes over and I don't think it's a bad thing. Just give him some attention and something that will explode and we'll both be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-5294966430505584598?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5294966430505584598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5294966430505584598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5294966430505584598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5294966430505584598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-inside-i-am-12-year-old-boy.html' title='On the inside, I am a 12 year old boy'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SKE5ebeGf_I/AAAAAAAABvM/zynz1jzRkEE/s72-c/transformers_movie_poster_optimus_prime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1923327807392672265</id><published>2008-07-26T23:34:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:15:37.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surgery Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, you like that? Don't deny you wanted to see it up close. I know the four or five people that read this thing and you wanted to hear the tales and see the scars, well here you go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SIwXwE6TPUI/AAAAAAAABtc/ELVJZ68Gu3U/s1600-h/100_3768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227579382189735234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SIwXwE6TPUI/AAAAAAAABtc/ELVJZ68Gu3U/s200/100_3768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I tore my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; in my right knee playing volleyball. When it happened it didn't seem like that big of a deal... I thought it was just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hyperextention&lt;/span&gt; and then I heard some pops and couldn't walk without my knee giving out. So I iced it over the weekend and it balloons up and is crazy swollen come Monday and I figure I better go see the Dr and see what I did. I told her my story and she sends me to go get x-rays and an MRI... how fun. I get those done, she gets the results, and I get sent to an orthopedic specialist... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;: when Dr do that it means bad news. So I go see him and he can tell just by moving my leg that my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; is toast and starts talking to me about my options. All of which require me to take it easy for a bit which totally ruins my summer sand volleyball plans and really pisses me off. But in order to get the most use back of my knee I have to have surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7aOl0b2I/AAAAAAAABuE/pWD0oeK-80g/s1600-h/normalacl.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229729651574992738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7aOl0b2I/AAAAAAAABuE/pWD0oeK-80g/s200/normalacl.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surgery gets scheduled. I lose my job (you know that story). Awesome. I go to NYC to visit Cousin and she drags me all over the city. The big day finally arrives. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been put under so I'm expecting to be totally crazy, but I held my own in the crazy talk dept... or so I think. Before I go into surgery my dad decides to write on my left knee the words "wrong one" just in case someone gets a little confused or happy with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scaple&lt;/span&gt;. The Dr comes in and initials my right knee to mark the "right one" just in case someone can't remember what's going on and it's hospital policy... whatever. People keep writing on me. So, I'm doing fine with my IV, paper gown, and hairnet and they finally wheel me in. now it really didn't sink in until they started moving me into the operating room that I was going to be HACKED OPEN AND GIVEN A CADAVER BODY PART. But don't worry, as I was moving from the gurney to the operating table I heard a familiar sound that helped me know everything was going to be just fine... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SIwhMwfvSFI/AAAAAAAABt0/dKXGn3MjRec/s1600-h/david_cook300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227589770530474066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SIwhMwfvSFI/AAAAAAAABt0/dKXGn3MjRec/s200/david_cook300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Cook singing "This is the Time of My Life". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No joke. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started to giggle a bit and then realized that I sounded crazy and quickly stopped. Some Dr was talking to me about being put under and then the next thing I know I am being wheeled recovery and am shivering uncontrollably. Don't worry, RN What's Her Name to the rescue with Morphine!!! Yeah RN What's Her Name for saving the day!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7aXz_0TI/AAAAAAAABuM/KWKnAAanjyM/s1600-h/nurse%20stick%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229729654050378034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7aXz_0TI/AAAAAAAABuM/KWKnAAanjyM/s200/nurse%2520stick%25201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So my parents are finally allowed to see me and we wait 4 hours to get me into my room. The time finally arrives and RN What's Her Name is pissed that it's taken this long and has given me ice chips and apple juice to keep me happy (Mistake #1). I was fine with the drugs, but okay. so she tells me that she wants me to go to the bathroom and change me into a real gown before I go up to my room (Mistake #2). So she makes me get up and drags me into the bathroom with my IV poll and all and sits me down and starts to help me change gowns when I tell her that I have to throw up, like now. So I do... all over the new CLEAN gown she just put on me. So I'm feeling pretty bad for her, but way better on the nausea side and I keep telling her, " I'm sorry I threw up on the clean gown. If you get me another one I promise not to throw up on it." I must have told her that about 3 times while she put the new gown on me.... so much for holding my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7bILiFAI/AAAAAAAABuc/BJNCQ9XuJpo/s1600-h/hospgown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229729667033994242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7bILiFAI/AAAAAAAABuc/BJNCQ9XuJpo/s200/hospgown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get in my room and the pain is starting to come back and so I tell the new RN What's Her Name and she asks me "on a scale of 1 to 10, how bad is your pain?" In my mind I start to go back to a Brian Regan comedy show I've seen about him going to the ER and the same question coming up... so all I want to say is 8, but I stick with 4 'cause it wasn't really that bad. New RN What's Her Name leaves and brings back something new... Demerol and boy is it super!!! If Demerol and Morphine were in a fight Demerol would totally win because he'd sit on Morphine and totally smother him because man, he's one heavy dude! All I remember saying after getting the Demerol was "I feel heavy" and "Am I slurring my speech?" and thinking "Did I remember to breathe just then?" I remembered, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7awqAiyI/AAAAAAAABuU/thzV880Y4LE/s1600-h/u17153587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229729660719368994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO7awqAiyI/AAAAAAAABuU/thzV880Y4LE/s200/u17153587.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was filled with some lady coming to take my vitals every hour for the first little while and then beeping things and RN What's Her Name coming to my rescue to stop said beeping. Altogether though, it was pretty good for my first hospital stay. I got breakfast, saw my Dr, my parents came to rescue my from the horrible night they just knew I was going to have, lunch, some physical therapist put a belt around me and drug me around for a while with my new walker, and I was allowed to go home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh, that's right. You heard right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229733327744286306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJO-wNY4PmI/AAAAAAAABuk/WmRc6oDh-kA/s200/WALKER,%2520HEAVY%2520DUTY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a walker and I know that you're jealous. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've decided that it's gonna be the latest and greatest craze and everyone is gonna want one. It really has been a lifesaver though. I hate crutches and wouldn't have lasted long on them, so my walker is the perfect solution. We are two peas in a pod.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also have another contraption called "The Torture Chamber" or a continual motion machine. It basically bends my knee for me without putting pressure on the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;. I have to spend at least 5 hours a day on this thing and increase the degree of the bend 5 degrees everyday...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJPAxwq8LmI/AAAAAAAABus/hmJ-4Pj6Mvk/s1600-h/100_3763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229735553418407522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SJPAxwq8LmI/AAAAAAAABus/hmJ-4Pj6Mvk/s200/100_3763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you see the horror?! I hate this thing, but it does what it's supposed to and actually helps a lot with loosing up the new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's the story for now kids. Go and get yourself a walker! They are the new red hot accessories for the summer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-1923327807392672265?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1923327807392672265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1923327807392672265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1923327807392672265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1923327807392672265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/surgery-tales.html' title='The Surgery Tales'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SIwXwE6TPUI/AAAAAAAABtc/ELVJZ68Gu3U/s72-c/100_3768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3105441496294643092</id><published>2008-07-15T21:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:18:48.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy and Mommy and baby make three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay!! My old roommate Ricki and her hubby Tyler had there sweet little baby girl! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hadyn Rae Smith is finally here!! She was born June 30th and was 7 lbs. 2 oz. and 20 in. Both baby and mom are doing great and I so wish I could be there to see them!! I couldn't, so I sent them a quilt, bibs, and burp cloths. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SH2BBXbWmLI/AAAAAAAABtI/TAZRJGvp2O0/s1600-h/100_3757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223473003288238258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SH2BBXbWmLI/AAAAAAAABtI/TAZRJGvp2O0/s200/100_3757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SH2BAyXOo6I/AAAAAAAABtA/E-26o5Wpv4M/s1600-h/100_3756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223472993338827682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SH2BAyXOo6I/AAAAAAAABtA/E-26o5Wpv4M/s200/100_3756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Congrats on your little family you guys!! You will, no doubt, be some of the funnest parents ever!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-3105441496294643092?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3105441496294643092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3105441496294643092' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3105441496294643092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3105441496294643092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/daddy-and-mommy-and-baby-make-three.html' title='Daddy and Mommy and baby make three'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SH2BBXbWmLI/AAAAAAAABtI/TAZRJGvp2O0/s72-c/100_3757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2918202427249379565</id><published>2008-07-11T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T17:41:30.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I would so wear this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found this shirt a while ago and to this day it still makes me laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHf73_-5r3I/AAAAAAAABs4/8lppt8N9Bqs/s1600-h/tshirt_birds_complete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221919232446017394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHf73_-5r3I/AAAAAAAABs4/8lppt8N9Bqs/s200/tshirt_birds_complete.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If anyone has the painting/shirt-making abilities to pull this off, give me a call. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want one... or four... in assorted colors. I probably have the skills to do it but, let's be honest, I'm kinda lazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2918202427249379565?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2918202427249379565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2918202427249379565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2918202427249379565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2918202427249379565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-would-so-wear-this.html' title='I would so wear this'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHf73_-5r3I/AAAAAAAABs4/8lppt8N9Bqs/s72-c/tshirt_birds_complete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1956268534103794739</id><published>2008-07-10T02:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:45:05.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bravo Nerd Alert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My name is Hollister and I'm a Project Runway-aholic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what it is about this show that grabs a hold of me and drags me in ever season, but I love it and can't get enough. It's like crack for the sewers of the world and I'm addicted. So when I was on my bus tour in NYC and we passed Parsons I about came out of my seat which could have been bad because NYC has some low hanging street lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXMvKBBZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/yfRphwBWba4/s1600-h/100_3480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221315956822836626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXMvKBBZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/yfRphwBWba4/s200/100_3480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, later on in my trip, Amanda and I passed by a candy store that was still under construction, but had the most amazing window display. Project Runway dresses!!!! I almost jumped through the glass I was so excited. since it was going to be a candy store, they had the outfits from the Great Candy Challenge of Season 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love. Love. Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few of the designs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNDGCuMI/AAAAAAAABsY/xuwrk8V-584/s1600-h/100_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221315962174879938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNDGCuMI/AAAAAAAABsY/xuwrk8V-584/s200/100_3625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNNf2n-I/AAAAAAAABsg/kEcbK7By9KE/s1600-h/100_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221315964967493602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNNf2n-I/AAAAAAAABsg/kEcbK7By9KE/s200/100_3626.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNR7zfzI/AAAAAAAABso/bYCwl3-sJUA/s1600-h/100_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221315966158470962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNR7zfzI/AAAAAAAABso/bYCwl3-sJUA/s200/100_3629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNhip2SI/AAAAAAAABsw/aDvT3nTxhAo/s1600-h/100_3630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221315970347948322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXNhip2SI/AAAAAAAABsw/aDvT3nTxhAo/s200/100_3630.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should make a paper chain to count down the days 'till Season 5 starts... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;July 16th baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-1956268534103794739?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1956268534103794739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1956268534103794739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1956268534103794739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1956268534103794739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/bravo-nerd-alert.html' title='Bravo Nerd Alert'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXXMvKBBZI/AAAAAAAABsQ/yfRphwBWba4/s72-c/100_3480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-5147726129082975491</id><published>2008-07-10T01:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:23:30.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuerzabruta... the craziest show in NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have no idea what Fuerzabruta means or what anything in the show represents, but I loved it! Let's go over some of the show, shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305007062848450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNPYHzE8I/AAAAAAAABrA/1Y9rVoI21FU/s200/100_3702.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNPmH9LEI/AAAAAAAABrI/nJp4f7ktbL8/s1600-h/100_3703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305010821606466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNPmH9LEI/AAAAAAAABrI/nJp4f7ktbL8/s200/100_3703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show starts off with one guy walking on a treadmill/conveyor belt and then he's running and then.... he gets shot... for no reason. Don't you worry though, he gets right back up and starts walking again. He starts to run again and goes through a door and then busts through a few walls. There was also a woman in a tank of water coupled with a man dangling on the outside of the tank twirling and moving with every move that she made while suspended from the celling... pretty fancy stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNP1LxZlI/AAAAAAAABrQ/EsKmOUeS38Q/s1600-h/100_3719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305014864143954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNP1LxZlI/AAAAAAAABrQ/EsKmOUeS38Q/s200/100_3719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOP1xU3wI/AAAAAAAABr4/I_xqUck1ykQ/s1600-h/100_3711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221306114533285634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOP1xU3wI/AAAAAAAABr4/I_xqUck1ykQ/s200/100_3711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have some lovers stranded on either side of a giant twirling sheet of tin foil and they just can't seem to find each other. It may have something to do with the fact that every time they get close to the edges the people swinging it go a little bit faster... maybe they hate love? Next up starts off as dinner party and turns into an all out trash fest. These people have no respect for property at all. They destroyed everything and then danced on it! The nerve! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNQe1aXNI/AAAAAAAABrg/DthUZ6Opnj0/s1600-h/100_3724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305026044648658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNQe1aXNI/AAAAAAAABrg/DthUZ6Opnj0/s200/100_3724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOPYEGUvI/AAAAAAAABro/auvgvgPV_Qg/s1600-h/100_3727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221306106558960370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOPYEGUvI/AAAAAAAABro/auvgvgPV_Qg/s200/100_3727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOPhlW2_I/AAAAAAAABrw/N_54hKYynrQ/s1600-h/100_3728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221306109114375154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOPhlW2_I/AAAAAAAABrw/N_54hKYynrQ/s200/100_3728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We move on to a lone man doing his own thing and then out of nowhere part of the celling drops and falls on him and all of the sudden he has the urge to dance like a crazy person. He in turn invites other people to come up with him and more celling drops and they start dancing like crazy people too. I guess there wasn't enough crazy people at the show so they come out in the audience and slammed some celling tiles over some folks heads and made them join in the fun too. I held my camera in front of my face so I was avoided, thankfully. I already dance like a crazy person. I don't need anymore, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNQNDGbiI/AAAAAAAABrY/_qKLhevrxGA/s1600-h/100_3741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221305021270224418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNQNDGbiI/AAAAAAAABrY/_qKLhevrxGA/s200/100_3741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next bit of the show was quite spectacular. A large tank of water slowly drops from the celling and there are four women swim-dancing across the entire length of the room. The tank drops until it's right over our heads. The women dive across the tank, make faces at the audience below, and body slam the tank... all while looking graceful. How they managed that I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOQSJ6F9I/AAAAAAAABsI/w_Ogn92Wj5o/s1600-h/100_3745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221306122152581074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOQSJ6F9I/AAAAAAAABsI/w_Ogn92Wj5o/s200/100_3745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOQPiV54I/AAAAAAAABsA/ogy4VkERdWM/s1600-h/100_3752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221306121449760642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXOQPiV54I/AAAAAAAABsA/ogy4VkERdWM/s200/100_3752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We end with our treadmill friend again, but he's now joined with two others. They climb a ladder and run in the wind and then it's over and you still have no idea what it all means. The whole time everything is going on there are some DJs playing music and one for some reason has a power sprayer and is spraying the audience with it... and then he makes it rain and soaks about 1/3 of the audience up in the front. If you wanna take a stab at the meaning of the show, let me know. I'm still lost, but would totally go see it again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-5147726129082975491?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/5147726129082975491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=5147726129082975491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5147726129082975491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/5147726129082975491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuerzabruta-craziest-show-in-nyc.html' title='Fuerzabruta... the craziest show in NYC'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXNPYHzE8I/AAAAAAAABrA/1Y9rVoI21FU/s72-c/100_3702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3147793888371635318</id><published>2008-07-10T00:04:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:38:47.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York, New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made it back safe and sound from New York City. I had a great time with Amanda going all over town and back, but it really is good to be home. Let me tell you New york is great, but I rather not live in a mouse house... I really like my bathroom space thank you very much. I'll spare you most of the details of the trip and just highlight some of the stuff that happened on my fun-filled Fourth of July trip to NYC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9pCO6AWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Gs6K6cTj4rc/s1600-h/102_3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221287855677636962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9pCO6AWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Gs6K6cTj4rc/s200/102_3310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First stop: Pinkberry It's pretty good... I've had better. Oh yeah, that's what I said Karen. You wanna battle over it? Huh? Bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7O13uQlI/AAAAAAAABpA/O486-Bea8s8/s1600-h/100_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221285206659318354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7O13uQlI/AAAAAAAABpA/O486-Bea8s8/s200/100_3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7Oi33W6I/AAAAAAAABo4/4zcEd3rbC_o/s1600-h/102_3341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221285201559640994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7Oi33W6I/AAAAAAAABo4/4zcEd3rbC_o/s200/102_3341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7Np7GngI/AAAAAAAABoo/cXLcdHQEN10/s1600-h/100_3401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221285186272402946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7Np7GngI/AAAAAAAABoo/cXLcdHQEN10/s200/100_3401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a double decker bus tour around New York and saw some cool stuff... the UN in session (flags are up... that's how you know), the Empire State building, and the Brooklyn Bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7OW6K_-I/AAAAAAAABow/haYyczcyOf8/s1600-h/100_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221285198348091362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW7OW6K_-I/AAAAAAAABow/haYyczcyOf8/s200/100_3635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8dsAI2aI/AAAAAAAABpo/96hT6KsHlmA/s1600-h/100_3636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221286561219926434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8dsAI2aI/AAAAAAAABpo/96hT6KsHlmA/s200/100_3636.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8dSs0RtI/AAAAAAAABpg/up36GZxYX7M/s1600-h/100_3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221286554427999954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8dSs0RtI/AAAAAAAABpg/up36GZxYX7M/s200/100_3624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the bus tour we passed a street corner where just after 9/11 a memorial was set up called "Tiles for America" which was very cool. There were tiles from all over the US. Some bearing the names of loved ones and some with words of love and hope. All in all it was very moving to see that even after the time that has passed that this memorial still stands today.... oh, and I got me a wicked sunburn. Polo shirt+top of the bus= necklace sunburn (not the most attractive statement I could have made for my entire trip, but what are you gonna do?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8cSGlzrI/AAAAAAAABpI/WY_Khu3N2u0/s1600-h/100_3514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221286537087798962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8cSGlzrI/AAAAAAAABpI/WY_Khu3N2u0/s200/100_3514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8cllFeWI/AAAAAAAABpQ/yTnL1UHMPyQ/s1600-h/100_3572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221286542315977058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8cllFeWI/AAAAAAAABpQ/yTnL1UHMPyQ/s200/100_3572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221286552268612594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW8dKp-o_I/AAAAAAAABpY/kA984av0lJg/s200/100_3524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDUkkKGkI/AAAAAAAABqY/ytDMLOaNSe8/s1600-h/100_3571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294101186091586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDUkkKGkI/AAAAAAAABqY/ytDMLOaNSe8/s200/100_3571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took the ferry out to see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island too. The wait on the dock was very entertaining. There was a man playing the Adams Family theme song on a mini steel drum and another man that told me "you better take a picture 'cause you'll never see this again" and I'm sure he's right. He played John Lennon's "Imagine" ... on the saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDU22BF_I/AAAAAAAABqg/Z0t4kjdQ41A/s1600-h/100_3601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294106092836850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDU22BF_I/AAAAAAAABqg/Z0t4kjdQ41A/s200/100_3601.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDVA68V4I/AAAAAAAABqo/a6W-4Inszn0/s1600-h/100_3604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294108797851522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDVA68V4I/AAAAAAAABqo/a6W-4Inszn0/s200/100_3604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also ate/got the pee scared out of us at the Ninja Restaurant. It was a good time. We screamed, we laughed, we ate squid ink pork balls. We were adventurous and gained the respect of the ninjas... so that last part isn't true, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDV6tqfrI/AAAAAAAABq4/SgM3e95QiDg/s1600-h/100_3620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294124311412402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDV6tqfrI/AAAAAAAABq4/SgM3e95QiDg/s200/100_3620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9pYBvxmI/AAAAAAAABqA/vyuyeFUVsZw/s1600-h/100_3622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221287861528020578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9pYBvxmI/AAAAAAAABqA/vyuyeFUVsZw/s200/100_3622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9piDFPNI/AAAAAAAABqI/tI50STrivBc/s1600-h/100_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221287864217976018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9piDFPNI/AAAAAAAABqI/tI50STrivBc/s200/100_3644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had the famous frozen hot chocolate at Serendipity and red velvet cupcakes at Magnolia's Bakery too. There are some good eats in NYC, I'm not gonna lie.... except the "soft" pretzels... lies. They should be called "Pigeon Food" 'cause that's what they end up being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9ox-qUDI/AAAAAAAABpw/QXQwV87051g/s1600-h/102_3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221287851314532402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9ox-qUDI/AAAAAAAABpw/QXQwV87051g/s200/102_3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9qOPaf4I/AAAAAAAABqQ/6hVfv5bPMfY/s1600-h/100_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221287876080861058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9qOPaf4I/AAAAAAAABqQ/6hVfv5bPMfY/s200/100_3658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Phantom of the Opera on the Fourth and it was great!! That is one show I could see over and over again and love it every time. After the show we got to hang out in Time Square all lit up and buzzin' with people including a man who knows me all to well. He tried to get us to go to some comedy show that was going on and told me that I was the type to be all "I was so wasted last night. I don't even remember what I did. Where's my underwear?" It's like he's known me my whole life!!! And i met another gem that told me "Girl, you know how to work it. You know you're special." What I did to deserve all this attention is a mystery to me... how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDVdFCYRI/AAAAAAAABqw/pSSedU65vPk/s1600-h/100_3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221294116356382994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHXDVdFCYRI/AAAAAAAABqw/pSSedU65vPk/s200/100_3645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a good time Cousin even when you left me stranded in the subway and drug me all over town with blistered feet. It was worth it! And yes, I still love you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-3147793888371635318?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3147793888371635318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3147793888371635318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3147793888371635318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3147793888371635318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York, New York'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHW9pCO6AWI/AAAAAAAABp4/Gs6K6cTj4rc/s72-c/102_3310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8872041498663566328</id><published>2008-07-09T23:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:04:40.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Jesse!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the end of an obsession... the Bachelorette. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it came down to sweetheart daddy Jason and sweet snowboarder Jesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1rvCU7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/OfU_9zAFwhM/s1600-h/deanna_pappas_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275978348778418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1rvCU7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/OfU_9zAFwhM/s320/deanna_pappas_final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sooo happy it ended with Jesse... I never doubted you for a moment bro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Way to do it up Jesse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1_hGPDI/AAAAAAAABoY/RjlsgYrLOMs/s1600-h/deanna_pappas_jesse_csincsak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275983659023410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1_hGPDI/AAAAAAAABoY/RjlsgYrLOMs/s320/deanna_pappas_jesse_csincsak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am still sad that Graham had to go home though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; So beautiful. So so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1y47HfI/AAAAAAAABog/Z88KKBSA3M8/s1600-h/graham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221275980269297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1y47HfI/AAAAAAAABog/Z88KKBSA3M8/s320/graham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sigh....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8872041498663566328?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8872041498663566328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8872041498663566328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8872041498663566328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8872041498663566328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/07/team-jesse.html' title='Team Jesse!!!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SHWy1rvCU7I/AAAAAAAABoQ/OfU_9zAFwhM/s72-c/deanna_pappas_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2838283887249891767</id><published>2008-06-26T22:17:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T02:48:10.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in favor of this little twosome starting a blog say "EYE"!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGR4y9P2gnI/AAAAAAAABnc/cXIdzOCxMKA/s1600-h/87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216427085231719026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGR4y9P2gnI/AAAAAAAABnc/cXIdzOCxMKA/s320/87.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys have so many great things to share, like this gem... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216429984617455842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGR7buTR4OI/AAAAAAAABn0/D_2bXKj2KgY/s320/Wardrobe+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh how we love grandma's chicken coat and love you even more for bringing it back!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what about this little number...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216429983939971810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGR7brxwSuI/AAAAAAAABn8/y5FBTXGmICo/s320/Wardrobe+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking good Rick. Overalls are a look and you work it out so well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So get crackin!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Footnote: They started a blog!!! Hooray! And I know it's "aye" and not "eye"... I was being funny. Geez. I guess y'all really do think I'm stupid. Thanks for the vote of confidence jerks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2838283887249891767?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2838283887249891767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2838283887249891767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2838283887249891767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2838283887249891767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGR4y9P2gnI/AAAAAAAABnc/cXIdzOCxMKA/s72-c/87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6478768255697113014</id><published>2008-06-26T21:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:16:44.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO THE BIG 5-0!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She's FIFTY! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(insert high kick here) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvwoaaZQI/AAAAAAAABm8/A-YoVBgcHjs/s1600-h/102_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216417149674480898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvwoaaZQI/AAAAAAAABm8/A-YoVBgcHjs/s320/102_3263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, my loverly mother turned 50 on Juneteenth, so a party was in order... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a surprise party!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mike's idea for the party became my responsibility and for that fact I don't know how she didn't find out. I can't lie to that woman to save my life and my dad somehow didn't give it away either... that my friends is a true miracle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvxdhjrnI/AAAAAAAABnE/knuByBT3gmw/s1600-h/102_3265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216417163931528818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvxdhjrnI/AAAAAAAABnE/knuByBT3gmw/s320/102_3265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good number of people show up to help us celebrate. We had to tell her that Brookie wanted to decorate for grandma, have cake, and yell surprise like we did for her on Monday so that was the lie that bought us time. And then when the lights came on I'm not sure she knew what to think. All in all it was a good time with a lot of the people that love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvxpQ42YI/AAAAAAAABnM/xcvWjwXlhpE/s1600-h/100_2644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216417167082838402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvxpQ42YI/AAAAAAAABnM/xcvWjwXlhpE/s320/100_2644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a week for birthdays and this little one turned four on June 16th. Every time you'd ask her when her birthday was she'd tell you "Um, my birthday is in next Junes." Come on, that's cute, right?! She had told Grandma for months that they were going to have a Dora the Explorer party, decorate the floor, have cake, and yell surprise... but not too loud. And that we did. We even played pin the tail on the donkey and the way it seemed to go was that the older you were the worse you did... except for me. I held my own and would have won if the four year old wouldn't have cheated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvyInhrYI/AAAAAAAABnU/pQPC1VLU2ks/s1600-h/100_2679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216417175499287938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvyInhrYI/AAAAAAAABnU/pQPC1VLU2ks/s320/100_2679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Baby Girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6478768255697113014?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6478768255697113014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6478768255697113014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6478768255697113014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6478768255697113014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-no-big-5-0.html' title='OH NO THE BIG 5-0!!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SGRvwoaaZQI/AAAAAAAABm8/A-YoVBgcHjs/s72-c/102_3263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-8558735014007528242</id><published>2008-06-14T21:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:01:05.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been told I got skills...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Meggie had her baby shower and she got sooooo many cute things for her little bundle of joy. When she told me that she was preggers with a boy I thought it would be a great idea to make her little one a baby quilt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why would I think that you ask? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSf0sDsw-I/AAAAAAAABmo/SD9yk0KaJ4w/s1600-h/102_3255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966396303197154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSf0sDsw-I/AAAAAAAABmo/SD9yk0KaJ4w/s320/102_3255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But I finished (thanks mom) and look how cute it all turned out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSf05uhr8I/AAAAAAAABmw/g52EPDLED0M/s1600-h/102_3258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211966399972487106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSf05uhr8I/AAAAAAAABmw/g52EPDLED0M/s320/102_3258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby quilt, bibs, and burpies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I started another one at the same time... not a good idea. If you're gonna have kids soon, don't tell me. I don't wanna hear it. I'll feel like I have to make you stuff. Give me a few months. Maybe I'll make you some cupcakes... maybe.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-8558735014007528242?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/8558735014007528242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=8558735014007528242' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8558735014007528242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/8558735014007528242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-told-i-got-skills.html' title='I&apos;ve been told I got skills...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSf0sDsw-I/AAAAAAAABmo/SD9yk0KaJ4w/s72-c/102_3255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-1938520662873487905</id><published>2008-06-14T20:27:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:39:54.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Adventures With Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSQf4-5YII/AAAAAAAABmI/RD_f3DfRQ3w/s1600-h/102_3249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211949546321043586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSQf4-5YII/AAAAAAAABmI/RD_f3DfRQ3w/s320/102_3249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mike, Clint, and I had some fun with fire again last night. My showing wasn't so great, but the guys did a great job. They even searched the web to find a better way to do it besides filling your mouth full of powdered sugar. You fill part of a water bottle full of powdered sugar and then make a torch with a wire hanger, cotton string, a cotton shirt, and lots of lighter fluid. Sounds totally safe.... and way less messy, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211952988888474354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSToRi7ovI/AAAAAAAABmQ/xZeyclMAFbo/s320/102_3252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Here's the guys in action. Prepare to be amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7adc38a0af7f687" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=caba7066ea0c0369&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f7adc38a0af7f687&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/1938520662873487905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=1938520662873487905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1938520662873487905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/1938520662873487905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-adventures-with-fire.html' title='More Adventures With Fire'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SFSQf4-5YII/AAAAAAAABmI/RD_f3DfRQ3w/s72-c/102_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6299512099735875136</id><published>2008-06-13T18:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T18:17:44.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got tagged...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so Meggers tagged me and I'm actually gonna do it since she's prego and all. Here ya go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Jobs I've had:&lt;br /&gt;1. All's Well Healthcare Services (see previous post)&lt;br /&gt;2. Trane AC Warehouse girl&lt;br /&gt;3. The Activation Center&lt;br /&gt;4. Cold Stone Creamery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Movies I would watch more than once:&lt;br /&gt;1. The Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;2. Legend&lt;br /&gt;3. Any Lord of the Rings (pick one I love them all)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pride &amp;amp; Prejudice (the new one that's short and not like 16 hours long... cut it down BBC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places that I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mesa, AZ (born and raised)&lt;br /&gt;2. Ontario, Canada (and now I say eh... what of it?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Provo, UT&lt;br /&gt;4. Orem, UT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I've been to/visited:&lt;br /&gt;1. England &amp;amp; Wales&lt;br /&gt;2. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;3. Scotland&lt;br /&gt;4. The Caribbean (on the finest trailer sailing the high seas... Thanks Carnival!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Favorite foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Salmon&lt;br /&gt;2. Cafe Rio&lt;br /&gt;2. Pita Jungle&lt;br /&gt;4. Costa Vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Places I would like to visit:&lt;br /&gt;1. New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;2. NYC (here I come!!)&lt;br /&gt;3. England (again)&lt;br /&gt;4. Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Things I'm looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1. being able to play sports again (stupid knee)&lt;br /&gt;2. going to NYC to see Amanda&lt;br /&gt;3. getting a new job&lt;br /&gt;4. blowing some more fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Friends I'm tagging:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mike&lt;br /&gt;2. Kristi&lt;br /&gt;3. Amanda&lt;br /&gt;4. Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go! Hooray! Bring on the info kids! Let's see what I don't already know about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6299512099735875136?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6299512099735875136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6299512099735875136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6299512099735875136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6299512099735875136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-tagged.html' title='I got tagged...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-501219182665954074</id><published>2008-06-13T10:07:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:20:07.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch and Learn Pyros</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35541abddfe6b718" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param 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length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/501219182665954074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=501219182665954074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/501219182665954074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/501219182665954074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/watch-and-learn-pyros.html' title='Watch and Learn Pyros'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-2603616703273636308</id><published>2008-06-09T22:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T23:41:55.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, this morning was like any other morning. Well, not ANY other morning I was actually on time to work today... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh, and I got "let go" too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt; I almost forgot! HA! Silly me... It's a funny little story.  My manager and co-worker were a little more emotional than I was about the whole thing, which was quite touching, but it was a short process really. Cut and dry. I was the logical choice to "downsize" in a small office that's trying to make money. I understand the way a business is run. I was the one that said that my job was totally unnecessary in the first place. I kinda knew it would happen. Honestly, I just wanted out of that place, but was to comfortable to make the move on my own... so it was done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, I have joined the ranks of the unemployed, the downsized, the let go, the fired. Here's the thing though, I'm not all that broken hearted about it. I mean, yeah, it sucks to lose your job obviously, but really I'm gonna be alright.  My baby cousin told me that God was telling me to go back to school full time and that may very well be true. I'll take that into consideration.  It's a great idea and that way I might actually finish.... imagine that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pardon me for the next few weeks if I seem a little crazy then, alright? I'll just be over here in my corner trying to sort out my life. It should be fun. Let the adventure begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-2603616703273636308?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/2603616703273636308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=2603616703273636308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2603616703273636308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/2603616703273636308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/funny-thing-happened-today.html' title='A funny thing happened today...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-6032462150190222090</id><published>2008-06-06T13:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T14:18:19.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH.... I MISS MY COUSIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmpCkZjcVI/AAAAAAAABks/rPxxH9X_6Ns/s1600-h/100_2725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208880305626378578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmpCkZjcVI/AAAAAAAABks/rPxxH9X_6Ns/s320/100_2725.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Song for My Cousin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Holly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh baby cousin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss you like a flower needs sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I can't wait till I see you on the fourth of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And we party like rock stars in the NYC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I get to stay in your mouse house &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sleep on the floor and laugh until 3am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And your roommate will hate us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause we're loud and sing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This may not make sense to anyone else, but it makes sense to Panda. I love you cousin!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-6032462150190222090?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/6032462150190222090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=6032462150190222090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6032462150190222090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/6032462150190222090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/news-flash-i-miss-my-cousin.html' title='NEWS FLASH.... I MISS MY COUSIN'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmpCkZjcVI/AAAAAAAABks/rPxxH9X_6Ns/s72-c/100_2725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-3932754476355413445</id><published>2008-06-06T13:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:54:23.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogsylvania Here I Come!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, since I didn't even get to christen my own blog (Michael... I will find out how you did that soon enough) we'll just begin with a few thoughts about blogging, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about having a blog for quite some time now... and when I say that I mean I've actually written posts in my head and they have comments and everything saying how funny/witty I am and that I should write for People/Newsweek/Rolling Stone and junk like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;... If only that was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, here I am... blogging. Yup, it's gonna be great. I'm gonna ramble about stuff that mostly no one will care about and I will do it true Holly fashion, whatever that means. I'm excited to make my big break into Blogsylvania though. Take me or leave, but please don't actually leave me. I kinda like you and I know you kinda like me, otherwise you wouldn't be here. Here's to blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-3932754476355413445?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/3932754476355413445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=3932754476355413445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3932754476355413445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/3932754476355413445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogsylvania-here-i-come.html' title='Blogsylvania Here I Come!!!'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4017780788264671175.post-4317961884463398231</id><published>2008-06-06T12:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T15:58:21.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Holly...This is your blog speaking...</title><content type='html'>You need to post something on me ASAP before someone breaks into your blog and does something like...hey..wait a minute...you can't be in here! Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly, you've let someone infiltrate me. If only you had posted something earlier this would never have happened. Oh why don't you listen to your all wise and ever-so-handsome brother? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4017780788264671175-4317961884463398231?l=mynameishollister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/feeds/4317961884463398231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4017780788264671175&amp;postID=4317961884463398231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4317961884463398231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4017780788264671175/posts/default/4317961884463398231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameishollister.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-hollythis-is-your-blog-speaking.html' title='Hey Holly...This is your blog speaking...'/><author><name>hollister</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03982892041936354938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_OHNUIhyyvJQ/SEmzlwqSlhI/AAAAAAAABk4/FsbtoT6npCk/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
