<?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-3162490179679467551</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:27:44.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can Dew-itt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-5749625182111410800</id><published>2009-07-17T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:33:01.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New post... can you believe it?</title><content type='html'>So a little update on my life... I am living in Mississippi, as most of you know. I like it here for the most part but I am having trouble getting into the swing of things!!&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I searched for a job. I have always just known someone that hooks me up, or my fabulous personality and my big boobs seal the deal with high paying jobs with good hours. There is not a market here for the makeup thing, well not to my standard I guess. I have sent my resume (medical, adminitrative and makeup artist) everywhere!! It kinda hurts my pride that I haven't got a bite!&lt;br /&gt;    I really regret not finishing college. I was so on the ball in high school, earning college credits and getting good grades.. Speaking of being on the ball in HS, what the crap happened to me? I was so good with grades, with working out and dieting. I had the best self control ever!! I had no problem making friends or going out! I dont know if I am getting old or because I am growing up my personality has changed for the worst!! When I think about myself 6-7 years ago, and think about myself now.. I am totally different!&lt;br /&gt;    I am ok with being different. I like myself now. I may not be as funny or as out going. But I am still a good person.&lt;br /&gt;   So to end this post... do I strive to be the old Mackenzie or just keep growing in the direction I am going?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-5749625182111410800?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/5749625182111410800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=5749625182111410800' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5749625182111410800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5749625182111410800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-post-can-you-believe-it.html' title='New post... can you believe it?'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-9058723323623575442</id><published>2008-12-29T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:54:06.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utah Cabin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwfjtF4gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_E28fmyVmQ/s1600-h/cabin+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379325158613506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwfjtF4gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_E28fmyVmQ/s400/cabin+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Brie is a really hard sleeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwfYmRUfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VKmZR9Id5sU/s1600-h/cabin+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379322177212914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwfYmRUfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VKmZR9Id5sU/s400/cabin+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Jamie and Ed in the crazy snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQrW3ZZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T43LjcEFX98/s1600-h/cabin+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379069514835346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQrW3ZZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/T43LjcEFX98/s400/cabin+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   These boys say they don't like eachother.. Trae said " I don't love him cause he is a boy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQStQMKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ItZtIHJf2wY/s1600-h/cabin+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379062897848482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQStQMKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ItZtIHJf2wY/s400/cabin+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brie and Auntie Kenzie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQAMTbYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F6zeUjHUACM/s1600-h/cabin+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379057927810434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwQAMTbYI/AAAAAAAAAJE/F6zeUjHUACM/s400/cabin+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the kiddos piled up on Grandma and Grandpa's bed watching Home Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwP5WAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/zb26OF5SC-A/s1600-h/cabin+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379056089449394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwP5WAQ7I/AAAAAAAAAI8/zb26OF5SC-A/s400/cabin+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Say Hipopotomous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwP-heoNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOgWcY0Dbh0/s1600-h/cabin+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285379057479753938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwP-heoNI/AAAAAAAAAI0/zOgWcY0Dbh0/s400/cabin+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Sophie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3162490179679467551-9058723323623575442?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/9058723323623575442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=9058723323623575442' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/9058723323623575442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/9058723323623575442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/12/utah-cabin.html' title='Utah Cabin'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SVlwfjtF4gI/AAAAAAAAAJk/R_E28fmyVmQ/s72-c/cabin+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-4568215573024441917</id><published>2008-11-28T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:53:11.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mississippi Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I wanted to give the ones I love a little visual of all that I talk about. The 45 cars you see are going to be fixed because Kenny (step-dad-in-law) is a mechanic. If you want more info, you can talk to me... But Thanksgiving was nice. We saw Amanda, JT's sister and met her new boyfriend. We saw Connie (JT's Mom) sister Jan and her family. They camped out front. Kroger, the local grociery store catered for us!! Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9tBx_0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vqdb5wIa69I/s1600-h/brokenmove+100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936126035492674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9tBx_0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vqdb5wIa69I/s400/brokenmove+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                           Modeling the soon to be working Tow Truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9CEXICI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KseEpFmtbPU/s1600-h/brokenmove+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936114503589922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9CEXICI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KseEpFmtbPU/s400/brokenmove+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            one of the many Rusty old cars.. homes of coons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9GFpmOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tvWsyw3j5I8/s1600-h/brokenmove+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936115582736610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9GFpmOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/tvWsyw3j5I8/s400/brokenmove+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI8_hjouI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UANacnDi0G4/s1600-h/brokenmove+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936113820738274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI8_hjouI/AAAAAAAAAHs/UANacnDi0G4/s400/brokenmove+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                             Gina and I having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI8yHjbzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JHKjReBZmpE/s1600-h/brokenmove+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273936110222012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI8yHjbzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JHKjReBZmpE/s400/brokenmove+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                     The 1830 chevy, and the house behind me&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/3162490179679467551-4568215573024441917?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/4568215573024441917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=4568215573024441917' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4568215573024441917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4568215573024441917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/11/mississippi-thanksgiving.html' title='Mississippi Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDI9tBx_0I/AAAAAAAAAIE/vqdb5wIa69I/s72-c/brokenmove+100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-7029322185316516813</id><published>2008-11-04T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:15:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta is where the players play</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxwOjjvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zcq-UvqWrXw/s1600-h/atlanta+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922124411440882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxwOjjvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zcq-UvqWrXw/s400/atlanta+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             I was a hippy.. Laurie made me do it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxwFFUZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_CMmEnxYKBw/s1600-h/atlanta+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922124371710354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxwFFUZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/_CMmEnxYKBw/s400/atlanta+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                        Glenda the good witch and Laurie the mean witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxiRy0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/XUmUF5Ly9wc/s1600-h/atlanta+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922120666927234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxiRy0II/AAAAAAAAAGo/XUmUF5Ly9wc/s400/atlanta+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                   Reese/Dorthy, Asa/scarcrow and mark/cheriff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxegXjSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2sBnsZFvDMk/s1600-h/atlanta+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922119654313250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxegXjSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/2sBnsZFvDMk/s400/atlanta+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxHdPLhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dicL8IbjVkE/s1600-h/atlanta+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264922113467166226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxHdPLhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dicL8IbjVkE/s400/atlanta+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I of course stopped in Atlanta to see Laurie on my way to MS. I was there for halloween and I got to see how cute her girls were. She sewed their costumes insired by the wizard of oz. Enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f51006b27f2ae905" 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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df51006b27f2ae905%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331920931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B92EA3D86E8FC7C2D70EC167F76A9A9ED65C470.3ED959DBE37A3EC26E91008F7C2CE616CD663549%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df51006b27f2ae905%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds6Utdap1iZYIIZD8h75CzpU_KAM&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://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df51006b27f2ae905%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331920931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7B92EA3D86E8FC7C2D70EC167F76A9A9ED65C470.3ED959DBE37A3EC26E91008F7C2CE616CD663549%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df51006b27f2ae905%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds6Utdap1iZYIIZD8h75CzpU_KAM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-7029322185316516813?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f51006b27f2ae905&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/7029322185316516813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=7029322185316516813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/7029322185316516813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/7029322185316516813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/11/atlanta-is-where-players-play.html' title='Atlanta is where the players play'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDCxwOjjvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Zcq-UvqWrXw/s72-c/atlanta+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-2113251582235190085</id><published>2008-11-04T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:41:28.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBNf_vMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lXzYgaMtsoo/s1600-h/atlanta+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920402067403250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBNf_vMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lXzYgaMtsoo/s400/atlanta+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                      pretend like he is not grabbing my boob, its really a cute shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBNKu6rpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-wdw4mENnpA/s1600-h/atlanta+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920396359708306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBNKu6rpI/AAAAAAAAAGI/-wdw4mENnpA/s400/atlanta+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  Exactly where he proposed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBMrNb-zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OMP4F5elcpM/s1600-h/atlanta+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920387897785138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBMrNb-zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/OMP4F5elcpM/s400/atlanta+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBMd19WCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BYG-_ER9ygk/s1600-h/atlanta+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264920384309647394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBMd19WCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/BYG-_ER9ygk/s400/atlanta+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JT and I are definately not one of those couples who celebrate their monthly anniversary and since we were married in May we no longer celebrate our "Dating Anniversary", which in in October. But since we were in Newnan, GA on our dating anniversary we decided to go with some friends to that same Haunted house where our first date was and where he proposed.. for those of you who don't know the story.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was barely 19 when we went on our first date. He took me to a haunted house, which was appropriate seeing as though it was October. He was after me right when I moved to GA, and I was not interested cause he was old! 5 Months later of persistance, I decided to go out with him. I clearly had the upper hand in this date... he wanted me! As we were standing in line to enter the haunted house, we were having a great conversation. So great, that I was getting really shy and nervous and I couldnt even talk because I was all of a sudden soooo into him. I could tell that he now had the upper hand and he was loosing interest in me. I was not being that crazy, confidant, fun, outgoing girl he thought I was. I knew I needed to do something risky to get the upper hand. So when we entered the house, and it was pitch black.. I grabbed collar and slammed him against the wall and put my lips almost to his and then I walked away... I then knew I had the upper hand, and thats when he fell in love with me, so he says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 years later, he took me to the same haunted house on that same day.. and slammed me against the wall in that same place and asked me to marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-2113251582235190085?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/2113251582235190085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=2113251582235190085' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2113251582235190085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2113251582235190085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/11/dating-anniversary.html' title='Dating Anniversary'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRDBNf_vMfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lXzYgaMtsoo/s72-c/atlanta+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-3747914810941028398</id><published>2008-11-04T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:23:33.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I go to Hair School?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCfgDdLOfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lcFO10S0MzQ/s1600-h/whithair+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883337428417010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCfgDdLOfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lcFO10S0MzQ/s400/whithair+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCff0wFDOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDhmgu5Dc3Y/s1600-h/hairport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883333481172194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCff0wFDOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EDhmgu5Dc3Y/s400/hairport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCff_ZMvZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/18S20NWRIQk/s1600-h/abbyparty08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883336337997202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCff_ZMvZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/18S20NWRIQk/s400/abbyparty08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCffqtxmyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qjJsiLHexZY/s1600-h/abbyparty08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883330787154722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCffqtxmyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/qjJsiLHexZY/s400/abbyparty08+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCffn6hqUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WR_77RzMH0Y/s1600-h/abbyparty08+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264883330035329346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCffn6hqUI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/WR_77RzMH0Y/s400/abbyparty08+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Whitney lets me do her hair all the time, up does, color, extentions, ect! I am trying to decide if I should go to hair school. I love doing the makeup, and I like hair. I still can't decide what to do when I grow up. I know I don't want to be behind a retail makeup counter.. check out these pics and see if I have the talent? It sucks that I have a sister that is brilliant with hair. I am always second best to that little stupid princess.. JK stacy... love ya.&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/3162490179679467551-3747914810941028398?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/3747914810941028398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=3747914810941028398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3747914810941028398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3747914810941028398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-go-to-hair-school.html' title='Should I go to Hair School?'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCfgDdLOfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/lcFO10S0MzQ/s72-c/whithair+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-2426413450431037734</id><published>2008-11-04T10:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T10:55:33.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edgar and Jamie in Naples, Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZQBJ0qgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cyukcC1MxpA/s1600-h/abbyparty08+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876464862702082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZQBJ0qgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cyukcC1MxpA/s400/abbyparty08+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                    I keep telling Ed he should do some male modeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZPiiGwhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JdMjo3XyLYk/s1600-h/abbyparty08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876456643052050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZPiiGwhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/JdMjo3XyLYk/s400/abbyparty08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      He is really really really white, he had to wear spf 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZPXHbAAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mqBlA19j0bY/s1600-h/abbyparty08+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264876453578342402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZPXHbAAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/mqBlA19j0bY/s400/abbyparty08+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                I love my Jamie!! You make me laugh and you make &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           really cute kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYYKCBf8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8at_E8ASUQg/s1600-h/abbyparty08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875505173233602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYYKCBf8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/8at_E8ASUQg/s400/abbyparty08+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    You know they have been married for 7 years, and they still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             "kiss" everyday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYX6A130I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ii3uGHE8_eo/s1600-h/abbyparty08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875500873310018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYX6A130I/AAAAAAAAAEo/Ii3uGHE8_eo/s400/abbyparty08+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXuZ1_pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ouX53zPxLAs/s1600-h/abbyparty08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875497756950162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXuZ1_pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ouX53zPxLAs/s400/abbyparty08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          3 definate Obama haters... well Ed has a little crush on his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                           politics, but Jamie said she would divorce him for being an "Obama lover"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXqzzVOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KJgwLq1-SPw/s1600-h/abbyparty08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875496792085730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXqzzVOI/AAAAAAAAAEY/KJgwLq1-SPw/s400/abbyparty08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXXeErbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nuPMeoIXiP8/s1600-h/abbyparty08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264875491600674226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCYXXeErbI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nuPMeoIXiP8/s400/abbyparty08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Jamie loves boobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie and Ed came to see me in Florida cause I moved to Mississippi. I am so glad they came! I was awfuly lonely cause JT had been in Mississippi for a month or so for training. I wish he could have joined us cause he thinks Ed is the cat's meow (not in a gay kind of way, more of an XBOX kind of way). But we had so much fun!! We took advantage of Naples beautiful beaches and all the fabulous restaurants. &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/3162490179679467551-2426413450431037734?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/2426413450431037734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=2426413450431037734' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2426413450431037734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2426413450431037734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/11/edgar-and-jamie-in-naples-florida.html' title='Edgar and Jamie in Naples, Florida'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SRCZQBJ0qgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cyukcC1MxpA/s72-c/abbyparty08+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-6313336412094922630</id><published>2008-09-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:21:39.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big T McGee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SOBXMHworAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CtMuYeKFOdc/s1600-h/th_Big-Boobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251293031267085314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="140" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SOBXMHworAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CtMuYeKFOdc/s320/th_Big-Boobs.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I am leaving Saks, I still was required to train on their new computer registers. I had to get up early and I dragged my butt to this training, and it sucks, cause I have really bad senioritis (you know when you are about to graduate and you never go to class on time or even at all) so it is hard for me to really care what Saks cares if I am super awesome, or prompt or tactful for that matter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I walked into the foyer, where we had write our nick names on those sticky name tags. Everyone was writing for example Nicole, " Nikki", or a woman with Red hair she wrote "red".... as for myself, I don't care, and who even reads name tags anyways? I wrote "Big T McGee".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got into the class, and after everyone sat down, the trainer announces "Before we get started, I thought it would be fun to introduce ourselves, and explain why we have the nick name" I almost died... They started around the room and I was like the 10th person to have to stand up and announce why my name is Big T McGee. I was hoping the people before me would have something kinda funny or shocking... but nope, just Mommy, Red, Nicki, Brighty, Sweet Pea... GAG me with a spoon! So I was going though my mind, trying to think of SOMETHING I could say that was Saks appropriate... but then I thought, Screw it... I am quitting anyway. So it was my turn was here, and I just stood up, removed my suit jacket, in which I was wearing a super tight T-shirt wear my boobs looked extra huge... and I just pointed at them and said "Hence" and sat down... to my relief, everyone just laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then to add to my vulgarity, we had to sit in this training for eight hours straight, and we were just plunking around, practicing typing in our clients information. We could make up random people. So my friend and I were laughing and having a good old time plugging in Mr. Bitch Tits.... and his shopping preferances is to be hung upside down in a dressing room and have a bald woman come have sex with him, while he is hanging upside down. He also enjoys while he is shopping to have someone take a dump in his mouth.... I know.. I know... How childish, right? But we were having a ball. Little did I know, my trainer was behind me, reading all that I was typing. Good thing she has my sense of humor, and good think I am quitting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-6313336412094922630?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/6313336412094922630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=6313336412094922630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/6313336412094922630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/6313336412094922630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-t-mcgee.html' title='Big T McGee'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SOBXMHworAI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CtMuYeKFOdc/s72-c/th_Big-Boobs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-5934939596431899684</id><published>2008-09-28T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:59:17.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are moving to frickin Mississippi</title><content type='html'>Most of my family knows that JT got a great new job. He is part owner with Bonefish Grill. He will be the Propriator over the restaurant in Madison, MS.  This is really wonderful, and we both feel as it is ment to be. Even though it is a bit stressful. Bonefish is a fabulous dining. A step of from Red Lobster. (I call it "Stank Lobster") He was a manager with them for 10 years.. so he is on to bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;    Mean while, I am a working widow. My poor hubby works from 10am-10pm five days a week. He has a bad case of Crohn's Disease and Carpul Tunnel in both hands.. poor guy, but he just keeps on truckin..&lt;br /&gt;    We are scheduled to move on October 31st. Happy Halloween. Everything really is running smoothly... except for the fact that we own our home here in Naples and there is no way out of it. But we did find renters!! Hooray!  Good news is... JT has a great job, we will be living close to the Dewitt Clan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-5934939596431899684?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/5934939596431899684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=5934939596431899684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5934939596431899684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5934939596431899684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-are-moving-to-frickin-mississippi.html' title='We are moving to frickin Mississippi'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-4061897653606770311</id><published>2008-08-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:51:39.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practicing Facials</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SLq-BX1PJwI/AAAAAAAAADI/uJS_gEn27b0/s1600-h/facial+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240710047185446658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SLq-BX1PJwI/AAAAAAAAADI/uJS_gEn27b0/s320/facial+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SLq9wHQY79I/AAAAAAAAADA/C26sqMOj58k/s1600-h/facial+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240709750678155218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SLq9wHQY79I/AAAAAAAAADA/C26sqMOj58k/s320/facial+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, I am working at Saks Fifth Avenue as a makeup artist. Our store has just been remodeled and it is so beautiful. They built two big spa rooms in cosmetics. I am required to give facials once a week now, and I am not an esthnitican (I don't even know how to spell it!) So I have been taught the basics and I just need to practice on someone who loves me and can forgive me before I screw up some rich lady's face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When doing a facial, you use lots of lotions, scrubs, masks, and yummy smelling things.... So I had to talk JT into letting me practice on him. He was really reluctant because he thinks they are girly.. I told him it would feel really good, I would massage him and everything! He finally agreed but only if he got to listen to "weird Al Yankovitch" the entire time, and I had to tell him all the lotions were Indian war paint. He made me laugh the whole time. But he was in heaven and he tells me I can practice on him anytime I want!&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/3162490179679467551-4061897653606770311?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/4061897653606770311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=4061897653606770311' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4061897653606770311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4061897653606770311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/08/practicing-facials.html' title='Practicing Facials'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SLq-BX1PJwI/AAAAAAAAADI/uJS_gEn27b0/s72-c/facial+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-225740893132750780</id><published>2008-05-26T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:48:47.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tradon's joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3ed81643992aefa7" 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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ed81643992aefa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331920931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D455C6016777B3EFF717256948DFBA7AA7AD086C6.59056CC535761825FB0BEA21CDB0E2F6ED539F37%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ed81643992aefa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D89nmDK1IbgadttJbqfnQrn4zhDA&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.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3ed81643992aefa7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331920931%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D455C6016777B3EFF717256948DFBA7AA7AD086C6.59056CC535761825FB0BEA21CDB0E2F6ED539F37%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3ed81643992aefa7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D89nmDK1IbgadttJbqfnQrn4zhDA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tommy and I were drving down a country road with the top down... my nephew Traedon says this joke, and it is definatley a favorite among many including JT and I. Also.. JT does this laugh that makes me laugh my butt off, and he does it at the end of the clip, so I thought I would share!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-225740893132750780?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3ed81643992aefa7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/225740893132750780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=225740893132750780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/225740893132750780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/225740893132750780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/05/tradons-joke.html' title='Tradon&apos;s joke'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-3640563007713775357</id><published>2008-05-26T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:32:07.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDrlXEyQAPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KANf5MJkVt8/s1600-h/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204724503964287218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDrlXEyQAPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KANf5MJkVt8/s320/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       One of the many trailors Jates lived in. hahaha. That is awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDrijkyQAOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/10YUarcVHr8/s1600-h/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204721420177768674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDrijkyQAOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/10YUarcVHr8/s320/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the town "Tommy" grew up. He said he always did crazy things on this bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDriBkyQANI/AAAAAAAAABs/aBGltddUOgo/s1600-h/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204720836062216402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDriBkyQANI/AAAAAAAAABs/aBGltddUOgo/s320/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Brios for dinner in Naples, the night before our trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jates and I celebrated our first anniversary last week. It was sooo nice to get away!! To be honest, I wasnt so hyped up to go to Mississippi, but to my surprise, I really enjoyed myself. We went to see his family of course, and he drove me all over that whole state to show me where he grew up, where he went to school, I met his teachers, I saw the trailor he lived in, all the his favorite restaurants... bla bla.. It was fun. I really felt like I got to know JT even more. &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/3162490179679467551-3640563007713775357?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/3640563007713775357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=3640563007713775357' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3640563007713775357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3640563007713775357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary!'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/SDrlXEyQAPI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KANf5MJkVt8/s72-c/missippi+aint+worth+nothin+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-5753549903190158354</id><published>2008-04-19T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T17:32:45.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/J/28/xyr027_05034960f8a084z8dynw27" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family tree&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDg2NTE3ODY5MjEmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD1tb3JwaCZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-5753549903190158354?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/5753549903190158354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=5753549903190158354' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5753549903190158354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5753549903190158354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-1831684069765459526</id><published>2008-03-25T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T15:31:22.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-l8e_fmiPI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRXgvArBd6k/s1600-h/march08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181809718148368626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-l8e_fmiPI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRXgvArBd6k/s320/march08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter was a great. I woke up early to make JT some easter breakfast. (A few weeks ago, JT bought us an industrial blender. It's amazing! So every morning we make fresh fruit smoothies mmm yumm!) We didn't have any food, so I just made the normal Smoothie and eggs. Haha.. We went to church in the morning of course. The speakers were all relatively entertaining, which is good, cause I am like a little kid in sacrament meeting. I just want to write notes back and forth with Jates, and I make him draw pictures on my back, and then I try and guess, and I also enjoy playing with our friends Caroline and William ( a 1 and 4 year old). Anyways. I did pay attention this Sunday. I went into Gospel Essential sunday school. I know it is a basic class. But I feel like I learn more, cause I actually know what they are talking about. I enjoy gospel Doctorine too, but sometimes it just gets soooo deep, and I am I like to actually know the answer when I am asked a question!! ha! Sorry, I am getting side tract!... I am a Relief Society teacher once a month, and Easter was my turn to teach. I felt like I did a great job. I don't often feel that way! Right after Church, there was a baptism. A family of 3. JT has become pretty close with the boys, so they asked him if he would baptize them. I love watching JT use his priesthood, especially for something this special. It was a really neat experience.&lt;br /&gt;JT had to close the restaurant, so I was left to my lonesome all night. I just scrubbed the house and watched movies with my great friend Karrie. It was fine. Holidays make me really miss my family. They always do fun stuff..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-1831684069765459526?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/1831684069765459526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=1831684069765459526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1831684069765459526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1831684069765459526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-l8e_fmiPI/AAAAAAAAABk/iRXgvArBd6k/s72-c/march08+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-1052248552322764827</id><published>2008-03-24T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:22:24.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>I am actually quite proud of myself.. I am at 165 now!  So 5 pounds down, 15 to go!!  I think that the main thing that is helping me is that I invested in a scale. I haven't weighed myself in years! I was terrified to know what the damage was.  But now I know the dreaded number, so I can't stay off the scale! Jamie! You are right! I also find myself jumping on the scale whenever I walk in the bathroom. Anyway! Back to the part about the scale helping me out the most, because if I eat something I shouldnt, like a huge, fried Chimiganga with sour cream and guacamole, then I immediatly gain 3 pounds back for every screw up! So, I have nearly steared away from bad fatty meals. I will have a few candies every now and then, just to keep everything in moderation. I also quit Diet Coke! I had one glass with dinner when I engourged myself with that sickly delicious Chimichanga. But I feel pretty dang good!!  I am drinking tons and tons of water. I do need to exersize more.. that is the hardest part!&lt;br /&gt;  I have to laugh at myself, because I feel a bit thinner, so I tried on my skinny jeans, just in case they fit yet. Fat chance!..... literally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-1052248552322764827?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/1052248552322764827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=1052248552322764827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1052248552322764827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1052248552322764827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/03/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-7677556625128848064</id><published>2008-03-21T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T18:05:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to get skinny too!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-RYDPfmiMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ibo4fNr0HbM/s1600-h/scan0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180362284104845506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-RYDPfmiMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ibo4fNr0HbM/s320/scan0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-RYDvfmiNI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-kD3MfTwXQ/s1600-h/deco7+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180362292694780114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-RYDvfmiNI/AAAAAAAAABU/t-kD3MfTwXQ/s320/deco7+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister Jamie started a blog about her weightloss! I thought it was a grand idea. This way, family friends keep tabs on her, and encourage her. I would like to do the same. She blogs weekly about her weight loss, her strengths and weaknesses. I am basically going to do the same by recording my goal now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to do a little venting, because no one likes to have an awkward conversation where the chubby girl complains and pokes fun about her own weight constantly. So when I blog it.. you can stop reading anytime. It's also nice you can say what you really think and I can't hear you. (Though, it would be nice to get advise or comments) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start, I have literally always have had issues with my weight, as long as I can remember. I remember being a little kid, walking aroung "Video Vault" (where my sister worked, in result, getting FREE rentals! yipee!) holding my favorite movie to rent "Girls Just Want To Have Fun" and being soooo excited and telling my sister I couldn't wait to loose my baby fat. Ha! Yeah right! Like it was just going to go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember wearing my red flower shorts my mom just made for me to my 2nd grade class. When I sat down my thighs flattened out and appeared bigger I guess, and this stupid kid, Seth Strong kept staring at my thighs like they were so sick... I so vividly remember these things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember asking my Mom why I was the chubby sister. All of my other sisters were so cute and skinny! She just told me that Gran lived with us, she would just feed me constantly. Haha. Dang it Gran!! Why did you feed me soooo much???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I reached 9th grade, I got my first boyfriend. He went to Hawaii for a week, and I wanted to surprise him by being skinny when he got back. So I basically stopped eating , and lost 10 pounds in that week. When he got back, he noticed, and I excitedly told him how much I lost, and he said "10 pounds?!! That is like a sack of potatoes!!" Nice compliment Mitch Rice! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing weight became an obsession. I had SO much self control and motivation (I have NO idea where those qualities of mine went!) I went running, and did Tae Boe all the time, I did crunchies while watching TV, I recorded in my Journal everything that went in my mouth and how much I weighed that day. I really did look good. I was cute and curvy. I was a size 4-6 and usually 130 pounds. If someone would have told me back then "Mackenzie, when you turn 22, you will be busting out of a size 12 and weigh 170 pounds. Plus your thighs will touch all the way down." I would have wanted to shoot my face off!! I am not looking forward to my 5 year reunion "Hi! I have gained 40 pounds since high school, and I work at Macy's." Sick!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thankful I have a supportive husband, and he likes the way I look, and he has made my self - esteem be higher than I ever. But, I really want to get into shape! My Goal is to look the way I did when JT met me. I was a 150 pounds, and a size 8. I would be totally happy with that. My plan is to eat less, cut out Diet Coke completly, cut out Hoe hoes and all that sick stuff I think is so heavenly. I am going to do cardio 3 times weekly with light weight lifting. I actually started 2 days ago, and now I am 168 pounds. Go ME!&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/3162490179679467551-7677556625128848064?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/7677556625128848064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=7677556625128848064' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/7677556625128848064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/7677556625128848064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-to-get-skinny-too.html' title='I want to get skinny too!!'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R-RYDPfmiMI/AAAAAAAAABM/ibo4fNr0HbM/s72-c/scan0043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-1847226592281380429</id><published>2007-12-01T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:37:17.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to the Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I2C7AYQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/YB6OUNnFovg/s1600-R/deco7+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139229548610076834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="274" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I2C7AYQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/rH9Im7J4qRw/s320/deco7+012.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I1xLAYQJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MlR3bUVeZXg/s1600-R/deco7+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139229243667398802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I1xLAYQJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/jCM8p3MFxsk/s320/deco7+014.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I1bLAYQII/AAAAAAAAAA0/jtDDF-Y4W-U/s1600-R/deco7+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139228865710276738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="189" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I1bLAYQII/AAAAAAAAAA0/8_Dp4RgAegY/s320/deco7+008.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was such a good day! JT and I had a day off together, so we went up to the Orlando Temple for the first time, it was beautiful! But to my despair, after we drove 5 hours to get there and we were ready to walk in... I realized I forgot my dang recommend!! I wanted to shoot my face off (jt told me my face was to pretty to shoot off, so I decided against it) But luckily after an hour and a half of me crying in the car, and walking around the temple grounds, our Bishop called us back, and talked to the temple president and let us in! YEAH!! It was so nice to go again, I havent been since we were married! I loved it! We went to a nice restaurant called seasons 52 afterwards, it was a nice date!&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/3162490179679467551-1847226592281380429?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/1847226592281380429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=1847226592281380429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1847226592281380429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1847226592281380429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/12/going-to-temple.html' title='Going to the Temple'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1I2C7AYQKI/AAAAAAAAABE/rH9Im7J4qRw/s72-c/deco7+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-3994013713599673085</id><published>2007-12-01T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:25:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate having sweet blood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1IynrAYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KfScGoPTJPM/s1600-R/deco7+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139225781923758194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1IynrAYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T1KLRk1K780/s320/deco7+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So My good friend, Anne Marie and I went to a wedding right after thanksgiving. It was held at the Naples Botanical Gardens. It was really beautiful, and weather was pefect. We stayed for an hour or so, mingled with familiar faces for a bit and just had a good time until it was time to go. That following evening, My legs went out of control with itching at work... It was awful... I pulled up my pant legs thinking I had some kind of Virus or AIDS or something! Ha! I literally had at least 100 bites on each leg. I have never seen my legs look so nasty! I came to church sunday thinking Anne Marie must be just as eaten alive as me!! She received many bites as well, but I think I won the freaking golden ticket on this one! She informed me that Florida has these awful mini mosiquitos called "Nosee'ms" because you literally cannot see them. Non the less, I will always have hatred in my heart for nosee'ems!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-3994013713599673085?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/3994013713599673085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=3994013713599673085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3994013713599673085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3994013713599673085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-hate-having-sweet-blood.html' title='I hate having sweet blood!'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/R1IynrAYQHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T1KLRk1K780/s72-c/deco7+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-1694079585055713213</id><published>2007-11-16T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:25:14.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sisters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rz3EV9rEyKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiEgMzTHGcg/s1600-h/nov2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133475031883761826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rz3EV9rEyKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiEgMzTHGcg/s320/nov2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Of my sisters came down to Naples to see JT and I. We had so much fun. I was glad to let them see our first home together, the gorgeous city we live in. There is nothing better than family~!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-1694079585055713213?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/1694079585055713213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=1694079585055713213' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1694079585055713213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1694079585055713213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/11/sisters.html' title='sisters'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rz3EV9rEyKI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OiEgMzTHGcg/s72-c/nov2007+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-4501121408558635382</id><published>2007-08-11T18:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:18:20.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rr5iJQRZAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5-UceEbb30/s1600-h/aug2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097619739356234258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rr5iJQRZAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5-UceEbb30/s320/aug2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rr5hxQRZAgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DnS81lIVeoA/s1600-h/aug2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097619327039373826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 32px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="240" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rr5hxQRZAgI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DnS81lIVeoA/s320/aug2008+014.jpg" width="32" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was JT's birthday on the 9th, he had to work during the day, but when he got off work, we went to Ted's Montana Grill, and the food was really great. We don't have loads of money to spend so I had to be creative with gift giving... so we went home, and I made him stay in the office while I put together my home made spa/steam room. He LOVES going to spa's and just sitting in the steam room is like his favorite things ever... ?? Wierd, I know, but it is what he likes... So I went to the store and bought dry ice and put bowls of hot water all around the bathroom, and put the dry ice in, and they the steam turned out SOOOO good... I was happy with it.. The bathroom was FULL of steam, it didn't photograph well but it was way awesome, plus my hubby was naked, so couldnt get too detailed with the pics! :) If anyone does this at home, take note that dry ice puts out some kind of chemical, and made us kinda loopy, and high..not so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also made him a cake, and I am not good at making beautiful things, so I thought I would just get creative, and I made a cake and just stuck his favorite things on top... like q-tips, listerine, chapstick, his nasty brush he cannot live without, dr pepper... so on and so on.. so in conclusion, the day was a success.&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/3162490179679467551-4501121408558635382?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/4501121408558635382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=4501121408558635382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4501121408558635382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4501121408558635382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday.html' title='Birthday!!'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/Rr5iJQRZAhI/AAAAAAAAAAc/s5-UceEbb30/s72-c/aug2008+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-8017530782510958869</id><published>2007-07-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:26:13.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/RpKR4_KUw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TVVZ5XrO01A/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085287337468150770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/RpKR4_KUw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TVVZ5XrO01A/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I haven't been on my blog for a while, but I really wanted to post about a baptism in our ward. JT had the opprotunity to baptize Daniel, a great guy from Nigeria. I have never seen a baptism besides an 8 year old. So for one, it was so awesome to see such a cool guy accept the gospel, and get baptized, but it was even cooler to see my husband baptize him. I never want to forget that experience. The Sister Missionaries in our ward are so awesome. I like 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-8017530782510958869?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/8017530782510958869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=8017530782510958869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/8017530782510958869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/8017530782510958869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-havent-been-on-my-blog-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/RpKR4_KUw_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TVVZ5XrO01A/s72-c/DSCN1696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-3964050965640073413</id><published>2007-06-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:31:10.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just looking out for my future</title><content type='html'>So, I am so sick and tired of thinking about my weight!!!!....!!!!!!  The thing is, is I know that I am not a fatty McFatterson or anything, but I just keep climbing the scale, and after I have kids, I will look sick! My boobs will look like lemons hanging in the bottom of tube socks, and my arms will hang and be as thick as my thighs and accumulate just as much cellulite.&lt;br /&gt;    If I was dedicated to working out, I would be pretty smokin, I think that I have a pretty face, but boy, when I see myself naked... we won't go there. So my sister and I were talking about some motivating ways to drop a few sacks of potatoes... How crazy does this sound... I ate a whole box of hoe hoe's in one day, except for one... I came home from my lunch shift and my hubby ate the last one. Which he is entitled to since his ham of a wife ate the rest, but can I tell you how disapointed I was! I was looking forward to that dang hoe hoe my whole lunch shift.. Does this make me a fatty mcFatterson?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-3964050965640073413?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/3964050965640073413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=3964050965640073413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3964050965640073413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3964050965640073413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-looking-out-for-my-future.html' title='Just looking out for my future'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-3225902928662544404</id><published>2007-06-12T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T06:03:03.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vulgar Aunt Kenzie</title><content type='html'>So when my niece Brie turned 8, she flew out to Georgia from Utah. I love this little girl so much.. so one night, I took her shopping and said she could pick out any toy she wanted under $20.  She was really into these "Bratz Catz" and so she got one of those, and personally, I think they are ugly and lame, but whatever she likes... So on the drive home, she asks me "Kenzie, what do you think I should name my new Bratz cat?&lt;br /&gt;    I replied saying "I love the name Anus!! You should totally name her Anus!" She being so sweet and eight years old said "Anus is such a cute name!! I love it! It fits her!" I was laughing so hard!! Telling her the reason for my laughter was because of how cute she is, and she makes me happy... She continued playing with her Cat, and saying the word, or her name, Anus over and over. "Anus, what would you like to do?.... you are such a good kitty Anus. I can't wait for my family to meet you Anus."&lt;br /&gt;     I got back home to my sister Laurie's house in Georgia where Brie and I both were staying at the time. She ran inside overly excited to show Aunt Laurie her new Bratz Catz. Laurie said, "Oh, Brie, she is way darling, what did you name her? "&lt;br /&gt;    "Anus!" Saying it like she just knew Laurie would love how different, and creative it was.&lt;br /&gt;Laurie started laughing really hard, and yelled "KENZIE!!!!" Brie kept asking, "What are you laughing at? What does it mean? " We told her, and she thought it was pretty funny, but was confused at me on why I would have her name her cute little cat after a Butt hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I was talking to Brie last night, and she was telling me the story, and she remembered everything.  I feel guilty now, but when you think about it, Anus is a medical term, it is better then naming your cat butt hole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-3225902928662544404?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/3225902928662544404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=3225902928662544404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3225902928662544404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/3225902928662544404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/06/vulgar-aunt-kenzie.html' title='Vulgar Aunt Kenzie'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-4977991187997393987</id><published>2007-06-10T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T13:42:24.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally got my Wedding Video, and my pictures.... I feel like a little girl cause I watch my video over and over again... JT always catches me watching it. Like when I can't sleep at night, or when we are working together on cleaning the house, I am in the computer room, watching it again and again. He use to laugh at me and think that I was cute, but now I am not so sure... haha.&lt;br /&gt;I loved this day, and I am so thankful that I got the video because it is so hard to remember details... Everyone was right when they told me that the day goes by so fast, and it is kind of a blur when you think back on.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to figure out what I want to do with my pictures. If I want to scrapbook it on my own, have a professional do it, or just order prints to have?? I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-4977991187997393987?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/4977991187997393987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=4977991187997393987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4977991187997393987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4977991187997393987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-i-finally-got-my-wedding-video-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-5978212050559912099</id><published>2007-05-31T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:39:37.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When he loves something...</title><content type='html'>So.. After being married, it is funny when you find out funny things and habits about your spouse. I had these pajama pants from victoria's secret that were way too short, but I wanted to keep them cause they were so comfortable, so I cut the legs off to be knee length. But I did a horrible job, and they are all jagged and uneven. They look like pirate pants or something. Any way, I haven't seen them forever, and I begin to notice JT wearing them on a regular basis. I say to him "You do realise those are my pants, and they are from Victoria's secret!?" He doesn't care. They are now his favorite item. He loves nothing more than to come home from work, take a shower, grab some grub, play his computer games, and go comando in my Victoria Secret pj's for the next hour. I will also mention that he gets mad if I wear them. They are now his. It makes me laugh cause he really wears them every single day. It use to be this bright orange county jail shirt, with the sleeves ripped off, arm pit stains and all! He would go running in it, and mow the lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-5978212050559912099?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/5978212050559912099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=5978212050559912099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5978212050559912099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/5978212050559912099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-he-loves-something.html' title='When he loves something...'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-2054884519437277455</id><published>2007-05-30T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:05:41.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hip Family</title><content type='html'>I was really blessed to have such a cool family. I love my parents so much, and my siblings are all gorgeous, and there cool. But mostly, I am just glad they are good looking. That would be so embarrassing if they were ugly. (I am totally kidding) My sisters are like my best friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Some would say that growing up in a messy home, sharing a room with 3 other people, hand-me-downs, and having to share the tub with 6 other sisters may not be fabulous, but when you dont know any different, and when you have best friends to play with 24/7, that is pretty cool. Sometimes they would get mad when I would sneak in there room, and eat all there hidden snacks, and steal there clothes, and stretch them out... But in my eyes, they are lucky. I wish I had a chubby little sister that admired everything I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-2054884519437277455?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/2054884519437277455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=2054884519437277455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2054884519437277455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/2054884519437277455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/05/super-hip-family.html' title='Super Hip Family'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-1475090496194480427</id><published>2007-05-28T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:53:58.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymoon</title><content type='html'>So we went on a cruise to the bahamas and Key West for the honeymoon. It was great, and relaxing, but I think we could have partied things up a bit if we boozed it up like everyone else, but instead, we realied on eachother for entertainment, which ended up being very successful. JT is a goof ball and I love hanging out with him. We ate like total cows...especially me!! The food was fabulous, and you could order as much as you want for free... So this is how my conversation went with our waiter... "Good evening Miss... what would like for your appetizer?"&lt;br /&gt;"I will have the Spinach dip and the Lobster rolls please"&lt;br /&gt;The waiter replied with a surprised expression "OK, sure, would like the soup or the salad?"&lt;br /&gt;"mmmm sounds good, I will have both"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...and for your entree?"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, I would like the prime rib, filet mignon, salmon and can you just bring all the desserts, I can't decide.."&lt;br /&gt;The waiter looked digusted as he brought my entrees one by one, as I demolished each plate. I told the waiter that I must be starting my period soon, cause I usually don't eat that much.. but he knew that was a lie when I ordered like that every night for 5 days in a row... MMmmm it was gooood!! (FYI, I really never revealed to my server that I was about to menstrate, that would be slighlty inappropriate... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-1475090496194480427?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/1475090496194480427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=1475090496194480427' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1475090496194480427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/1475090496194480427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/05/honeymoon.html' title='The Honeymoon'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-124127415850470475</id><published>2007-05-27T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T13:33:46.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a wife</title><content type='html'>So today, was really my first experience being a real wife.  Since we have been married, we have spent every minute together on our honeymoon, and when we got home, we had a few days off work, and we just layed around enjoying eachother's company. &lt;br /&gt;   JT went back to work today for the first time, and I was left alone, at our messy condo... It desperately needing someone to clean it. I have helped JT clean his homes before, but of course he paid me to do it for him. Now, I no longer get that luxery. I am his wife, and I have another week off work, so of course it seems to be my duty to clean his... I mean &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; home, for free? GAG!  Oh yeah, I am starving right now, JT will be home from work in 2 hours, and I guess it would be the wife thing to do to make pork chops, corn and mashed potatoes, but the problem is I don' t know how to cook! I would so much rather go out to eat. But that would break our new goal of saving money, and only going out to eat once a week.  I think I may sneak over to McDonald's and unwrap all the food, and put it on nice plates, just like it was home made, from a very loving wife.  I guess I asumed that when I got married someday, nature would help me find the motivation to be a good american wife. Yeah, so not true, I have to find that motivation myself.&lt;br /&gt;     But for the record, I like all the other wifey stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-124127415850470475?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/124127415850470475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=124127415850470475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/124127415850470475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/124127415850470475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/05/being-wife.html' title='Being a wife'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162490179679467551.post-4651039366546827192</id><published>2007-05-26T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T13:04:22.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newlyweds</title><content type='html'>So We just got back from getting married! It is so freaking crazy! We sealed the deal in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was so beautiful, from the ceramony to the reception! It was so much fun, I can't wait to get my pictures back! We went on a cruise to the Bahamas, and Key West for the honeymoon, and that was so relaxing and great.&lt;br /&gt;    It is pretty fun to be married. I have this super hot husband, who treats me beyond great. I get to sleep next to him every night (thank goodness he doesn't snore). The whole cooking, cleaning, and being frugal with money is so foreign to me, so I can only hope I make a good wife :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162490179679467551-4651039366546827192?l=youcandew-itt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/feeds/4651039366546827192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3162490179679467551&amp;postID=4651039366546827192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4651039366546827192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162490179679467551/posts/default/4651039366546827192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youcandew-itt.blogspot.com/2007/05/newlyweds.html' title='Newlyweds'/><author><name>Mackenzie and JT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16708392615152895226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufTPPfZOd9k/STDHwm4H-DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Jz926v_uLSA/S220/1i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
