<?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-4585609578155064055</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:37:21.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-1486080904355471227</id><published>2008-08-05T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:34.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pets....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjZPfdrecI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uaqlW1yxr4Q/s1600-h/goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231169827358079426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjZPfdrecI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uaqlW1yxr4Q/s200/goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well as you all have figured out by now, Mikelle and I had a little bit of a mice fettish in our younger years. Don't worry - we have outgrown that stage in our lives. We have moved on to bigger and better things such as cats and dogs.... and fish. Mikelle bought me a fish in college once for my birthday. Now this wasn't just any fish, but it was one of those bubble-cheek fish. Ya know the ones that looks like you could pop those ugly inflated cheeks? Yep that is right. Imagine my joy and excitement when she presented him to me. She even had a name picked out and everything- Jermaine. We all loved Jermaine. I fed him, changed his water, talked to him, and loved him like anyone would do w/ their pet fish. It wasn't long after I had grown completely attached to this loveable friend when I found out he was sick. He began to grow mold on those lovely bloated cheeks of his and died soon after. Rest in peace dear sweet Jermaine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-1486080904355471227?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/1486080904355471227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=1486080904355471227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/1486080904355471227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/1486080904355471227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-pets.html' title='More pets....'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjZPfdrecI/AAAAAAAAAGs/uaqlW1yxr4Q/s72-c/goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-226327076446356298</id><published>2008-08-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:34.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Confessions Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjHHj8mwtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y2IOZjjXH_4/s1600-h/dog-mean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231149899913282258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjHHj8mwtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y2IOZjjXH_4/s200/dog-mean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Hey everyone!! Who is ready for another confession blog??? This one isn't as bad as the last one; I have decided that we should confess to a little white lie that was told to our family members. Some of you may remember that many years ago while up on the farm for the potato harvest Nicole and I were viciously attacked by a pack of ravenous beasts! We were walking from Uncle Brad's house down to the potato field. A few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjH2yjsBXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oTUEqtyn6A0/s1600-h/mean+dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231150711289152882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjH2yjsBXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/oTUEqtyn6A0/s200/mean+dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span &gt;minutes after beginning our trek we had to pass by the green grump's house. Out of nowhere at least 8 humongous growling dogs attacked!!! We ran as fast as we could and we barely escaped within an inch of our lives! We had to crawl our way through the ditches out of sight of the monsterous beasts. We arrived covered head to toe in dirt, panting and extremely upset over the whole ordeal. Or so we told you… the truth is… about 4 dogs came out to the road barking at us. We crossed through the ditch and cut through the field (rubbing a little extra dirt on our clothes for dramatics)... the dogs did not follow. Which story was more exciting to read? What would you have done in that situation???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-226327076446356298?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/226327076446356298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=226327076446356298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/226327076446356298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/226327076446356298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2008/08/farm-confessions-part-2.html' title='Farm Confessions Part 2'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SJjHHj8mwtI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Y2IOZjjXH_4/s72-c/dog-mean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-6400027827669720870</id><published>2008-06-27T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:36.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80's &amp; 90's baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVLe4LWZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oo3ZelvsYEc/s1600-h/hairstyles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216658737226736834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVLe4LWZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oo3ZelvsYEc/s200/hairstyles.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/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVFonK3uRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pm42-5O_w5k/s1600-h/side-ponytail2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216652307390249234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVFonK3uRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Pm42-5O_w5k/s200/side-ponytail2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this IS a blast from the past, lets go back a few years. I am sure you have all read this a million times, but for me it never gets old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You Grew Up In The 80's or Early 90's If:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You watched the Pound Puppies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt stylishly sexy.&lt;br /&gt;5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters club and tried to start a club of y our own&lt;br /&gt;6. You owned those lil' Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Two words: Hammer Pants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars... and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for that incredible sound effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales" (Woo ooh!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen...and still know the turtles names. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. You wore sto newashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. L. A. Gear....need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten. (She's Truly Outrageous.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. You remember reading Tales of a fourth grade nothing and all The Ramona books.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. You wanted to be a Goonie.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVE7KmRJJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KH8Q4TpyjXY/s1600-h/80%27s.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. You took lunch boxes to school... and traded Garbage Pailkids in the schoolyard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32 . You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man should hook up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline&gt; skates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. You ever got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. You've gone through this nodding your head in agreement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. You remember Popples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. Don't worry, be happy&lt;br /&gt;44. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still do...getting yelled at by younger hip members of the family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. You know what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. You remember watching Rainbow Bright and &amp;amp; My Little Pony Tales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;55. You just sang those words to yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;58. You remember when mullets were cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;59. You had a mullet!&lt;br /&gt;60. You still sing "We are the World"&lt;br /&gt;61. You tight rolled your jeans62. You owned a banana clip.&lt;br /&gt;63. You remember "Where's the Beef?"&lt;br /&gt;64. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"&lt;br /&gt;65. You had big hair and you knew how to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;66. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVMYqXxcpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/H_E59h9nG1Y/s1600-h/80%27s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216659729953157778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVMYqXxcpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/H_E59h9nG1Y/s200/80%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVNSHEdhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7diydYp6pG4/s1600-h/80%27s+90%27s.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216660716909332034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVNSHEdhkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/7diydYp6pG4/s200/80%27s+90%27s.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-6400027827669720870?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6400027827669720870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=6400027827669720870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6400027827669720870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6400027827669720870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2008/06/80s-90s-baby.html' title='80&apos;s &amp; 90&apos;s baby!'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/SGVLe4LWZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oo3ZelvsYEc/s72-c/hairstyles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-5630315108263340108</id><published>2008-03-26T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:36.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farm Adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-pnAwmuapI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0BoAl38H8Z4/s1600-h/mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182067583988165266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="174" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-pnAwmuapI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0BoAl38H8Z4/s200/mice.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this is supposed to be our blast from the past I have decided to get the ball rolling and share a story that only a select few know about!!! Nik and&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-pmQQmuaoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/jlozmu-f49o/s1600-h/mice.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I share a love for animals and when we were younger we would go out in the fields on our grandparents farm. We would catch baby mice (yes we do realize how disgusting that is now..) and we would take them into our grandma's sewing room. There we would sew little sleeping bags for them and this is where the confession comes in... one day Nik and I decided that our baby &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-po-gmuaqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l1fgvVAEFV8/s1600-h/milk_carton2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182069744356715170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="150" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-po-gmuaqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l1fgvVAEFV8/s200/milk_carton2.gif" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mice were hungry... We poured a bowl of grandma's 2% milk and we dipped the baby mice into the bowl, trying to feed them. We heard grandma pull up and we didn't want her to get mad at us for using so much milk so being the clever young ladies that we were we just poured the milk that was in the bowl back into the carton. Later that night aunt Steph's friend Kim came over. She was really in the mood for a glass of milk. Nik and I tried to pour her a glass of the 1% milk but Kim insisted on having 2% which is exactly what she got... More confessions to come... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-5630315108263340108?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/5630315108263340108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=5630315108263340108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/5630315108263340108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/5630315108263340108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2008/03/farm-adventure.html' title='Farm Adventure!'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-pnAwmuapI/AAAAAAAAAE8/0BoAl38H8Z4/s72-c/mice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-4145760866512603658</id><published>2008-03-25T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:26:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-cd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2233785415182898381&amp;amp;site=widget-cd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2233785415182898381&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cd.slide.com/p1/2233785415182898381/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2233785415182898381&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-cd.slide.com/p2/2233785415182898381/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4585609578155064055-4145760866512603658?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4145760866512603658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=4145760866512603658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/4145760866512603658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/4145760866512603658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-family-friends.html' title='Our Family &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-4535404439005120875</id><published>2007-11-15T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:36.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I thought that this picture would fit well with our theme. This was our 80's night and if you don't find us all irresistable, I don't know what more we could do. We all did each others hair and makeup and I think that is was a success. What cute roommates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148110009521656210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R3HCxx4r0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NaVK5XghK5o/s400/80%27s+night.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzyDEG7tNZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4Ka1RaoeF74/s1600-h/Nikki+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-4535404439005120875?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/4535404439005120875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=4535404439005120875' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/4535404439005120875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/4535404439005120875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/real-blast-from-past.html' title='Real blast from the past'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R3HCxx4r0ZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/NaVK5XghK5o/s72-c/80%27s+night.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-6524877594022784154</id><published>2007-11-15T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:37.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roommates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this was on my birthday, right before going to bed. Kel had a great pair of sweat pants that she decided to cut at the bottom. She is so creative and I am so proud of her. As you can see she used her resources to create an ankle band, sleeves for her shirt, and a headband. My favorite part would have to be the sleeves. She knows how to work it too with her sexy model pose :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzyA727tNYI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBFGUq-0kS4/s1600-h/Nikki+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133119441142101378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzyA727tNYI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBFGUq-0kS4/s400/Nikki+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie isn't even looking at the camera and she still can't keep her eyes open.I love it. Love you Julz! This was our second year of college. We lived at raintree. It's funny cuz that is where our parents lived too. Goes to show you just how old the apartments are :) JK But at least we had the Blue couches instead of the plaid ones. That would have been embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-6524877594022784154?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6524877594022784154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=6524877594022784154' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6524877594022784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6524877594022784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/roommates.html' title='Roommates'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzyA727tNYI/AAAAAAAAADs/tBFGUq-0kS4/s72-c/Nikki+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-1536502884111275852</id><published>2007-11-12T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:37.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Niece and Nephews!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziKSKzbRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fiZUYtgoOxs/s1600-h/Tough+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132003820131010098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziKSKzbRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fiZUYtgoOxs/s200/Tough+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We have the cutest babies in our family!! Nicole has a niece named Avery and she is the cutest little thing you will ever see! (Other than our nephews of course) Avers has the cutest personality and will keep you entertained for hours on end! She is already boy crazy! She has a crush on our cousin Rylie and loves to follow him around. She is about to become a big sister and she wants to name her little sister cowgirl. I have a feeling that name will stick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziKgazbRkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/x3wRKLGVBtY/s1600-h/big+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-kqDQmuamI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YuwoMez203Y/s1600-h/Cute+Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181719081751833186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/R-kqDQmuamI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YuwoMez203Y/s200/Cute+Crew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I have a nephew named Crew. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;is the cutest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;little baby, I want to squeeze him all the time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;He has big blue eyes and he also has these big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;dimples in his cheeks. I am sucker for dimples! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;He makes us so proud with his goos and awws. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;He was a dragonfly for Halloween but he was NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;happy about it. He was so embarrassed about being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;a bug that he would grab on to the antennas and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;pull the hood over his head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziOtazbRmI/AAAAAAAAACE/sGuU1R_WxHw/s1600-h/joshua.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132008686328956514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziOtazbRmI/AAAAAAAAACE/sGuU1R_WxHw/s200/joshua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nicole's Nephew Josh has the CUTEST facial expressions! He cracks me up! So so cute! I think he looks like his uncle Scott. That lucky little boy lives in New York City, where his daddy is going to school to be a dentist. We are so proud of him and his talents! He can already roll over! Thatta boy! Josh was a bumble bee for Halloween. For some reason there was a bug theme for our family this year! The costume was a little big on him so his dad says he will be a bee for a couple years! Poor guy! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4585609578155064055-1536502884111275852?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/1536502884111275852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=1536502884111275852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/1536502884111275852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/1536502884111275852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/niece-and-nephews.html' title='Niece and Nephews!'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RziKSKzbRjI/AAAAAAAAABs/fiZUYtgoOxs/s72-c/Tough+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-8565111344137900265</id><published>2007-11-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:37.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole Dawn Allen Bradford</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjHpKzbRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_7z71H9JO4/s1600-h/Nik+and+Tyson+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132071285477295874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjHpKzbRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_7z71H9JO4/s400/Nik+and+Tyson+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Here are a few things you might not have known about Nik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Born: Oregon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Eyes: Blue- "Your eyes are just so (long pause) beautiful" ~Ryan White :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Hair: Dark Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Skin: Fair with freckles that she hates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Vacation: Nik has been all over! Idaho, Illinois, Florida, California, Ecuador! And the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Music: Nik Loves music!! Her favorite is country but she will listen to anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Food: She has a weakness for the good stuff! Scotcharoos, cookies, brownies, and she LOVES nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Drinks: She doesn't like to drink water. She loves all kinds of juice! She also like crystal light...and ignored her roommate Shauna's advice when she told her that it is bad for her... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicole Graduated from BYU in Linguistics, and no she doesn't really know what that means either...just kidding! Nicole would like to go on and get her Masters Degree, but will probably get to help her husband build his practice instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicole had a lot of dogs growing up but for some reason her parents always sold them after a short while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicole was always the sweetest person that I knew, until...dun dun dun...she was my roommate I brought out the sass in her! She now speaks her mind... Sorry Tyson...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicole loves chocolate covered everything...sometimes we would melt chocolate and put it on strawberries, oranges, pineapple, bananas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nicole LOVES to sing! She is always singing and is very good at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nik was an officer in high school and she was friends with everyone. (That was before I turned her into a sassy girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She is a tom boy and loves to play sports and go rock climbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She is currently a nanny, she lives in a small little cottage, and the family she works for has a deaf dog that loves to annoy her ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She was always getting into trouble on the farm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She worked for a company called Rise, where she worked with people that have disabilities. My favorite was Elaine... she was really funny. Nik taught her a song.. "There is sunshine in my soul today...where the mamans mamans go.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She has a few nicknames such as, Nikkers, Nik, Donald, Joeboo, and the list goes on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She loves the color blue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She is fluent in horse latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Nik lived in Ecuador for a few months where she worked in an orphanage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She has done some modeling for Designs by Linda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She is great at picking names for our kittens on the farm...(Rosie..nice one nik!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She sounds just like the guys on Napoleon Dynamite when she is imitating them...soo proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She met Mark Madson and had him wrapped around her little finger! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At school she went out with a guy who tried to kiss her on the first date, but she denied him. The next day he came over and wanted to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have a "DTR" He told her that things were moving too fast and that he couldn't be with her. Broke her little heart :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She married Tyson Bradford in June of 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;She misses her favorite person Kelley very much and can't wait to move back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4585609578155064055-8565111344137900265?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/8565111344137900265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=8565111344137900265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/8565111344137900265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/8565111344137900265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/nicole-dawn-allen-bradford.html' title='Nicole Dawn Allen Bradford'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjHpKzbRwI/AAAAAAAAADU/6_7z71H9JO4/s72-c/Nik+and+Tyson+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-3049926193884523800</id><published>2007-11-11T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:37.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mikelle Morgan Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzieOazbRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/rcMmEA5j7Qc/s1600-h/Surprise!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132025745939056258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzieOazbRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/rcMmEA5j7Qc/s400/Surprise!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/Rzidi6zbRnI/AAAAAAAAACM/Y3BJkfE66ds/s1600-h/Surprise!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/Rzej7qzbRcI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m5otJV3fXN8/s1600-h/Nikki+013+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a thing or two you might not have known about Kel. And if you did know all of this, it's still fun to read..&lt;br /&gt;Born: Orem, Utah&lt;br /&gt;Eyes: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Medley of colors :) but a lot of blonde&lt;br /&gt;Skin: Tan with a few freckles. Some of her freckels she really likes. She calls them cute.&lt;br /&gt;Vacation: She has been everywhere. Hawaii, New York, Florida, Mexico, All over Europe, awe man... the list goes on so I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Loves all... including classic country (Grandpa Allen introduced us to the classics) She loves Boyz to Men&lt;br /&gt;Food: CHEESE, pizza, cafe rio, wendy's happy meals, Chile's queso and chips, La Cocina, chicken fajitas, phish food ice cream, mongolian beef, no bake cookies, scotcharoos.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks: diet coke or pepsi and sometimes propel&lt;br /&gt;She attended UVSC and had her emphasis in para legal studies. She LOVES school and will probably end up with a masters degree, doctrite, and MBA.&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle LOVES her dog sophie. Sometimes I think she gets confused and thinks that Sophie is a human baby :)&lt;br /&gt;She has a terrible fear of spiders and will cry if she is near one for too long.&lt;br /&gt;She loves chocolate covered strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle plays the guitar but for some reason will NOT play in front of people and will deny that she knows how.&lt;br /&gt;She can also sing.&lt;br /&gt;She danced in junior high and high school.&lt;br /&gt;Worked at a day care.&lt;br /&gt;Got her first ticket right after she got her license. She sped past a cop but ended up getting a ticket for pulling over on the left side of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;She has a boyfriend named Bernie.&lt;br /&gt;Kel gets super nervous when she goes on dates :)&lt;br /&gt;She hates her toes and always curls them to hide them.. which makes them even more noticeable haha&lt;br /&gt;Mikelle loves watching movies&lt;br /&gt;She has a couple of nick names which include Kel, Kelbel, Matilda, and PRINCESS&lt;br /&gt;She had braces when she was in highschool and really really hated them&lt;br /&gt;Loves the color pink&lt;br /&gt;Has a very very pink room&lt;br /&gt;Dresses her dog up in lots of pink&lt;br /&gt;Wants to start a snow cone business in Las Vegas :)&lt;br /&gt;Used to get homesick after a few hours of being away from home&lt;br /&gt;Still sensitive about having to wear curlers in her hair when she was little :)&lt;br /&gt;And much much more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-3049926193884523800?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/3049926193884523800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=3049926193884523800' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/3049926193884523800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/3049926193884523800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/mikelle-morgan-hill.html' title='Mikelle Morgan Hill'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzieOazbRoI/AAAAAAAAACU/rcMmEA5j7Qc/s72-c/Surprise!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-2291154318788062457</id><published>2007-11-11T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:38.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Blog?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzejZKzbRbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_1dDu4NYMrE/s1600-h/Nikki+048+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131749953204078002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzejZKzbRbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_1dDu4NYMrE/s320/Nikki+048+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright everyone, I know you are all dying to know who the owners of such a page could be? And why in the world would they title it "Blast from the Past"? It's really quite simple.. and here is our story. So once upon a time there were two darling girls that were not only cousins, but were very best friends. They had quite the adventures over the years and a lot of good times were had. Slowly over time all of their friends started this thing called "blogging" and telling the two girls to get on the ball and start their own pages. Well these two girls couldn't think of a darn thing they would put on their own pages, but if they came together, they would have oodles of fun to share with everyone. So there you have it. Mikelle Hill and Nicole (Allen) Bradford have started their own page devoted to entertaining you all with their goofiness and fun, exciting lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4585609578155064055-2291154318788062457?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/2291154318788062457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=2291154318788062457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/2291154318788062457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/2291154318788062457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/whos-blog.html' title='Who&apos;s Blog?!?!'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzejZKzbRbI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_1dDu4NYMrE/s72-c/Nikki+048+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4585609578155064055.post-6494002110476600150</id><published>2007-11-07T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:18:38.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa: Our Favorite Cowboy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjFsqzbRuI/AAAAAAAAADE/UYOxopOJT0o/s1600-h/Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzilAKzbRqI/AAAAAAAAACk/PlQ4HGhxBI8/s1600-h/Chump_on_fence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132033197707314850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzilAKzbRqI/AAAAAAAAACk/PlQ4HGhxBI8/s200/Chump_on_fence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here it is...our tribute to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt;...One of the most amazing men that has walked the earth and we had the privilege of calling him Grandpa. He died on September 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjBbqzbRrI/AAAAAAAAACs/DE9GIGBPtUw/s1600-h/Nikki+and+Gramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjBrKzbRsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/FuzpwaU_eIM/s1600-h/Nikki+and+Gramps.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He was always so fun to be around and could always cheer you up. He was a great example of how to love unconditionally and how to serve others. He was able to go on many adventures in his lifetime...including &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;runnin'&lt;/span&gt; around with Daniel Boone! We miss you so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gramps&lt;/span&gt; and cant wait to see you again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjGEqzbRvI/AAAAAAAAADM/WcZHMehiLuo/s1600-h/Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Until then we will always remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzjB96zbRtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vgK3HA7JV2w/s1600-h/Gramps+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt; quote... Don't worry about anything and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' will be alright! Love you lots!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;XOXOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4585609578155064055-6494002110476600150?l=ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/feeds/6494002110476600150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4585609578155064055&amp;postID=6494002110476600150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6494002110476600150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4585609578155064055/posts/default/6494002110476600150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourblastfromthepast.blogspot.com/2007/11/grandpa-xoxo.html' title='Grandpa: Our Favorite Cowboy'/><author><name>Blast from the past!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04989360277288015581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5OtvLA-jPqA/RzilAKzbRqI/AAAAAAAAACk/PlQ4HGhxBI8/s72-c/Chump_on_fence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
