<?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-6286363771871255789</id><updated>2012-02-11T19:13:48.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendi Sue</title><subtitle type='html'>"Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive that is youer than you".
(Quoted by Dr. Seuss)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6390066511892918594</id><published>2012-02-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:45:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preference 2012!</title><content type='html'>After a day of dress shopping with Savannah (Which i absolutely hate dress shopping), I finally found the dress I wanted and her and I were both satisfied with what we got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XX0tabBab4/TzcKteMOG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QWSRxQu7--s/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XX0tabBab4/TzcKteMOG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QWSRxQu7--s/s320/111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708042829030104002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I recently got to go to one of our school dances. I went to preference (: The theme of it was "I see the light" from Disney's Tangled (: I wasn't really planning on going in the first place, but one of my friends needed a group so I told her I would go with her and bring one of our best friends Savannah as my date (: The reason why I went with a girl is because the guy I could have asked was going with someone else already and I wasn't planning on going. So I ended up going with Savannah. &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rF7wvVJP6xo/TzcLDxzjzMI/AAAAAAAAASc/OcrOkAn4XPg/s320/118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708043212252499138" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;In our group we had our friend Kaitlyn and her boyfriend Wyatt, our friend Logan and his date Katelyn, and Savannah and I. &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jshx3bgjYgs/TzcKfewsKWI/AAAAAAAAASE/Tp_Lbm14rEo/s320/108.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708042588664899938" /&gt;We had a BLAST.&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; "&gt;I did end up dancing with the guy I could have asked named Lukas (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile we all got bored and really really hot, we went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside and walked around for a little while till we all cooled off. Then Savannah and I went back inside and took pictures till we found the rest of our group then ended up taking more pictures. I say that this dance beat Sadies by a long shot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as much as I hate dress shopping everything worked out and it was one of the best nights ever (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6390066511892918594?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6390066511892918594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6390066511892918594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6390066511892918594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6390066511892918594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2012/02/preference-2012.html' title='Preference 2012!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7XX0tabBab4/TzcKteMOG8I/AAAAAAAAASQ/QWSRxQu7--s/s72-c/111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-7119942809045054617</id><published>2012-02-11T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:46:47.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funn Pictures (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some pictures of stuff that I haven't posted yet. Enjoy (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4GpgL31XeA/TzcHC2m8uZI/AAAAAAAAARg/YycyZhfcvZo/s1600/024.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4GpgL31XeA/TzcHC2m8uZI/AAAAAAAAARg/YycyZhfcvZo/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708038798315403666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; white-space: pre; "&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Danielle &amp;amp; Kendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4GpgL31XeA/TzcHC2m8uZI/AAAAAAAAARg/YycyZhfcvZo/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqRWRhX5rWM/TzcHTl4fziI/AAAAAAAAARs/Flcryq05d20/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708039085883379234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;    Danielle, Zac &amp;amp; Kendi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4GpgL31XeA/TzcHC2m8uZI/AAAAAAAAARg/YycyZhfcvZo/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s95hbiHnuqI/TzcH1T4GNKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EWdSgBvO4Q0/s320/124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708039665165415586" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;     Cuz'n Camp Shirts (Not all of them but most of them)&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/6286363771871255789-7119942809045054617?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7119942809045054617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=7119942809045054617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7119942809045054617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7119942809045054617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2012/02/some-funn-pictures.html' title='Some Funn Pictures (:'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_4GpgL31XeA/TzcHC2m8uZI/AAAAAAAAARg/YycyZhfcvZo/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2943804280258305271</id><published>2012-02-08T17:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:17:24.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up!?!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry its been so long. Been very busy. &lt;div&gt;     School is going great. I think I have decided that I will be trying out to be a Jetette this year. I don't want to be like one of those people who always say "I wish I would have been more involved in school activities" I want to be one of those people who say "if I had the choice to go back, I would" I want to be apart of something, and be somewhere were I fit it, other than with my friends that I usually hang out with. So with some help from one of my friends who is a Jetette right now, I'm hoping that I will do good at try outs and make it on the team. The family is good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My brother Deven this past Saturday was snowboarding up in Snowbird, tried to do a 360 or something like that and ended up landing wrong, broke his left collar bone, and chipped something in this right knee. Don't ask how that happened because I am still trying to figure that part out as well. He went in for surgery today, and I haven't talked to him yet. I'm hoping all is well, so keep him in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I recently went to preference (girls choice school dance for those of you who don't know) I went with my friend Savannah, and our friends Kaitlyn and her boyfriend, Kaitlyn's best friend Kaitlyn and a guy from our school Logan. We all went as a group, and had a BLAST!!! I will post pictures as soon as I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason that I went with a girl is because I wasn't planning on going in the first place, then decided to go when I found out that Kaitlyn was going and she needed a group, So Savannah and I went shopping and went with them. (Pictures will be up soon). Anyway. Thats all for now. Stay Tuned!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2943804280258305271?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2943804280258305271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2943804280258305271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2943804280258305271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2943804280258305271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2012/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up!?!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4680503943368183172</id><published>2011-11-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:19:45.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older Posts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The post about my Stake Conference experience is down below the other ones for your information. There are pictures and everything. I'm sorry I couldn't get all of them on there, but there was a few main things on there that we did. Enjoy&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/6286363771871255789-4680503943368183172?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4680503943368183172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4680503943368183172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4680503943368183172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4680503943368183172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/older-posts.html' title='Older Posts'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6951127184312496768</id><published>2011-11-06T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T11:10:18.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping with the family :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_sI1hmPsqs/TrbZxVkXNsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i39vsY1G9KY/s1600/SANY0586.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_sI1hmPsqs/TrbZxVkXNsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i39vsY1G9KY/s320/SANY0586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671960222346196674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;A few weeks ago, mom, Rick, and Taisley loaded up in the camp trailer and went camping with Rick's brother Scott, his wife their kids, and &lt;/span&gt;his dad and his step mom. The day they left I went to my dads because the next night I had to go to Sadies. After the dance, Danielle came and got us we took him home, and went home straight to bed. The next morning, we go packed loaded up in the car and Danielle and I drove to Enterprise where Rick was waiting to take us to the campsite down by Modena. When we got there, we took all of our stuff into the camp trailer, said our hello's then spent the rest of the day in the trailer watching movies and playing Skip-bo. (We're such big campers). That night mom made stew and all the kids went outside in the cold and played limbo until dinner was ready. Dinner consisted of Fireside stew, and scones. YUMMMMMYYYY. Everyone else ate outside while Danielle and I yet again went inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;watched more movies and ate our dinner alone haha. Everyone came in and we all got our beds ready, and went to bed.&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSkmMmdr1Ko/TrbZ6MVJnZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/j6go-9N4Nhs/s320/SANY0588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671960374485294482" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day all the boys went hunting, while the girls stayed behind and slept and ate breakfast. When Rick got back Danielle and I got ready and took the 4-wheeler out for a ride. We took more pictures than we did riding but we still had so much funn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our way back, we weren't really paying attention and Danielle missed the turn, so we had to turn all the way back around and then found camp again. We spent the day again playing skip-bo until we had to start getting everything packed up and ready to go home. We said our goodbyes and we were on our way home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the time we got to Enterprise we heard a pop behind us and then realized that we had blown a tire on the trailer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuWJhKkpqMc/TrbZaS6ym4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_RyY66_XEQo/s1600/SANY0573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6pSY7fIbjSQ/TrbZofy_JkI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4uqWcifpAQ4/s320/SANY0589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671960070473066050" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We were sitting on the side of the road for about 20 minutes until they finally got it fixed. They drove us back to the car, Danielle and I got in and went straight home. What a funn weekend. Until next time :)&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/6286363771871255789-6951127184312496768?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6951127184312496768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6951127184312496768' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6951127184312496768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6951127184312496768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/camping-with-family.html' title='Camping with the family :)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_sI1hmPsqs/TrbZxVkXNsI/AAAAAAAAAQY/i39vsY1G9KY/s72-c/SANY0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4050705917526406940</id><published>2011-11-05T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:19:18.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Talk?!</title><content type='html'>So last night I was talking to my mom in the kitchen, and she started saying something to me in turkey talk. I then replied back doing the same. Then I sat there and wondered...who made up turkey talk? Was it grandma and Larry? Or was it someone else and we all just happened to pick up on it as we all grew up. Please someone answer this question. It haunts me! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4050705917526406940?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4050705917526406940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4050705917526406940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4050705917526406940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4050705917526406940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/11/turkey-talk.html' title='Turkey Talk?!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-7736024165703077110</id><published>2011-10-26T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:28:33.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Soon!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I finally got a cord for my camera so I can post new pictures up and next time I post so you will all get to see how my life is going right about now. I have a few adventures that I will be posting very soon. So stay tuned until I can actually figure out how to put the pictures on this computer. Thanks (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-7736024165703077110?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7736024165703077110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=7736024165703077110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7736024165703077110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7736024165703077110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/10/coming-soon.html' title='Coming Soon!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3958293941146293817</id><published>2011-08-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T21:25:06.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>Well today marks the first day of the last week of summer for us here in the little town of St. George. School starts next Monday and I'm so excited. I don't really know how excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Taisley&lt;/span&gt; and Danielle are about it but I sure am. We have had a pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt; summer (even though I haven't had Liz and Aspen to entertain me all summer like I have the past 2 summers). But through it all I've had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;. We have been mostly swimming and hanging out. I am sorry to say this is the first summer in 2 years I haven't been to the lake with Liz and Aspen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;	&lt;/span&gt;I recently had a very scary encounter a few weeks ago with my best friend Tessa and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Taisley&lt;/span&gt;. We were at the park while Tessa and I were taking pictures "Smiles" and this man started talking to the 3 of us telling me to take naked pictures and put it on one of those sites. We didn't get many pictures (3) but we left and when we got to the head of the trail coming into my neighborhood Tessa's dad was there waiting for us and when they left he took her straight to the police station and they filed a police report on the man. We then found out there is a few people like that who live around here. It kinda freaked me out. But there are still 3 of us here today and we hope nothing like that ever happens again to any of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been at my dads most of the summer, and its been pretty busy. We went to Fish Lake last weekend with my cousins and had a blast. Going on my favorite Rhino ride where we go out to the camp site where most of my family camps for the family reunions we have every year, and you drive up the mountain and when you get to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt; top there is a look out where you can look out and see all of Fish Lake. Its one of the most amazing views, and its something that I look forward to every time we go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pretty sums up my summer :) More to come with pictures:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3958293941146293817?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3958293941146293817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3958293941146293817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3958293941146293817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3958293941146293817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6004282335506880330</id><published>2011-07-11T11:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T11:53:13.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Whoa, Busy, busy summer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This summer isn't as bad as I thought it would be since I don't have Liz and Aspen to lean on everyday to entertain me, and I've only hung out with them a few times this summer where as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; the past 2 or 3 summers we saw each other everyday non stop, and I was never home. But on the bright side I've had Danielle most of the summer to keep both me and her entertained. That's been pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYp9IqqV7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHFzAJ8iTT8/s320/P7080162.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;I was really excited for this summer because I had plans to first go to The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manti&lt;/span&gt; Pageant&lt;div&gt;[which was a blast] with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; ward, then when I got home from that, I stayed 1 night back in St. George, woke up the next morning got ready and my mom drove me down to Jacob's Lake, Arizona for the Red Cliff's 3rd Ward 2011 Stake Girls Camp. I had so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and made a few new friends while I was there. Then when I got back, my plan was to stay home for a few weeks then head off the the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bloomington&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Ward 2011 ward Girls Camp. But I ended up backing out at the last minute and ended up going to Fillmore with my dad, my little brother and Kathy. Which was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've had a very busy summer, with camping, going to my dads, and so on. But I'm so excited for school to start back up so I can see all my old friends and what not. Its been a pretty good summer. Last week I invited one of my good friends Alex to go to Transformers 3:Dark of the Moon with me. We saw it in 3D and it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bloggernesia.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Transformers-3-Dark-of-The-Moon-300x449.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 449px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; But still not as good as the first 2 since the first 2 had Megan Fox in it, but she had to a freak and get herself kicked off the set and was no longer aloud to be apart of the 3rd movie. :[ But other than that we had a lot of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;. After the movie we went to Dell Taco and sat there for about 10-15 minutes then walked home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I then hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Allysa&lt;/span&gt; last night and as we drove by the Outlet mall over by Old Navy there is a big empty lot that used to be an RV Park, they started building something so I asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Allysa&lt;/span&gt; what it was supposed to be and she responded with: ITS A NEW MALL JUST LIKE THE OUTLET MALL! So we were pretty excited about that since our mall and the outlet mall have nothing in them and we have been to all of them so many times we don't even want to go anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that's me catching up with everyone, sorry it took me so long. But there it is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6004282335506880330?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6004282335506880330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6004282335506880330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6004282335506880330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6004282335506880330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYp9IqqV7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHFzAJ8iTT8/s72-c/P7080162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4853603017381458990</id><published>2011-07-11T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:00:12.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stake Conference 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHNM_SAwF1Y/TrbiZPOkAKI/AAAAAAAAARI/0-8kmkpKVvo/s1600/SANY0017.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHNM_SAwF1Y/TrbiZPOkAKI/AAAAAAAAARI/0-8kmkpKVvo/s320/SANY0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671969703931936930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry that it so long for me to post this, I haven't had a cord to post any of my pictures, but this summer, I got the chance to go to Stake conference with my new ward. I had so much funn. The morning of we all met in the parking lot of my church, we got into the cars, and we were on our way. Our hotel was in Salt lake and the night after we got to go to a stake dance with another stake in Salt Lake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had Jaycee, Jessica, Sarah and me all in one room. What a blast that was. We brought movies to watch at night while we were alone and tired, and when we got there we went to put one in and noticed that all the leaders had called the hotel before we got there and had them take out all the cable cords out of the TVs and take them to a place where no one could find them. We weren't to excited about that. But we got over it pretty quick.When we got there, we went to a place called "This is the Place". We took pictures and learned about all the histories about it. We ate lunch then all went to the hotel to check in. The boys and the girls were all separated into different parts of the hotel. The girls in my room I knew all of them cause they were all in my ward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being at the hotel for awhile we all got called back down and we went to Gateway to the theater they have there and watch the 13th Miracle. It was such a funn experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to the Tabernacle Choir and everyone but our ward stayed awake for it because we were all so tired and worn out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eAqE3gikvKw/TrbhvdySKMI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Lr_HD1TWJBc/s320/SANY0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671968986285353154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went back to the hotel had dinner did the evening devotional and spent the rest of the evenings in our rooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we got up bright and early and went to the conference center after that we went to the park and played games and took lots of pictures till it was time to go back to the hotel and get ready to go to the dance. The dance was probably the funnest thing we did on the trip. I curled my friends hair did her make up, I got ready and we went to the dance. It was so much funn. Our stake was pretty much the only one that showed up. But we all had funn dancing with each other until they started a mosh pit and everyone went in and started dancing and showing off their skills. Everyone had a great time. After that we went back to the hotel and went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rl4gwWbghgg/TrbileRvghI/AAAAAAAAARU/dFhq4iodO14/s320/SANY0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671969914130235922" style="float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we woke up at the crack of dawn got ready and went to the conference center again  and listened to leaders and other people bare their testimonies while a lot of us fell asleep.  After that we went to a church, ate dinner and all went for a hike up to a place the the prophets had hiked and you can look out over all of Salt Lake unfortunately those pictures accidentally got deleted so I have no proof, but oh well. We put our flags up had a little devotional then hiked back down. We had desert and then went back to the hotel. Since it was the last night of being there, all the girls from our ward came into our room and we danced around. This one girl was trying to teach my friend how to dance and wasn't really doing a very good job at it but it was the funniest thing I have ever seen in my life. We did that until we got a call from the front desk saying that someone in the room below us called and complained about the noise so we all went to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, we woke up, ate breakfast then had a last devotional and we were on our way home. What a funn experience we had and I can't wait for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4853603017381458990?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4853603017381458990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4853603017381458990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4853603017381458990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4853603017381458990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/07/stake-conference-2011.html' title='Stake Conference 2011'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FHNM_SAwF1Y/TrbiZPOkAKI/AAAAAAAAARI/0-8kmkpKVvo/s72-c/SANY0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-9212277707069481534</id><published>2011-05-21T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T12:34:46.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Review Tonight</title><content type='html'>Well tonight is the big night of mine, and all the other 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders last year of being on PIZAZZ Dance Team. We will be performing a number of dances, and a big surprise dance at the end for all the 9&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; graders. I will be posting pics later maybe tomorrow of the Review....To Be Continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-9212277707069481534?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9212277707069481534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=9212277707069481534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/9212277707069481534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/9212277707069481534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/05/dance-review-tonight.html' title='Dance Review Tonight'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2740649660272515756</id><published>2011-05-15T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T18:09:26.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZAZZ Dance Review :D</title><content type='html'>Well it's almost that time of year again for the PIZAZZ Dance review. And I'm inviting you! (Please come if you can).&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607113643063610386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17jInTWxIEw/TdB4Jo4NjBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n8JAN2in44U/s400/REVIEW-POSTER%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; PIZAZZ Dance Team Review&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Saturday, May 21st. 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Location:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Dixie High School Gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Price:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Free Admission (Due to having to pay for all the other performances and things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Kindergarten-College Age Dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dances:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Jazz, Lyrical, Military, Character. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;7:00 P.M. &lt;strong&gt;SHARP (She keeps a close watch on the time, she hates when she goes to something and they are late. If you show up at 7:05, you have missed the first 5 minutes of the whole thing. Please be on time. Thank you)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are taking 11 dances total + solo's. This will be the 9Th graders last time performing with this team. None of us are coming back next year. And we have a special 9Th grade performance that every year the 9Th graders perform because its the time when all of us graduate. So please come and support thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2740649660272515756?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2740649660272515756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2740649660272515756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2740649660272515756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2740649660272515756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/05/pizazz-dance-review-d.html' title='PIZAZZ Dance Review :D'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17jInTWxIEw/TdB4Jo4NjBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/n8JAN2in44U/s72-c/REVIEW-POSTER%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6031805343785770689</id><published>2011-03-29T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:32:34.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspire Pro Dance Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589661884826386802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VPwbmpHLEc/TZJ33nOeAXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OqlHGmEHCWk/s400/PIZAZZ.jpg" /&gt;About 2 Saturday's ago, my dance team and I had the opportunity to dance at the Aspire Pro Dance Competition here in St. George. I personally thought that it would be the most boring day ever, but when everyone started to show up for it, it got to be so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;, it turned into being one of the best days ever. We took 8 dances all together to the competition. We had K-2Nd grade -Jazz "Single Ladies" K-2Nd grade -Lyrical "An Angel" 3rd-5Th grade -Jazz "Fire Burning" 3rd-5Th grade Lyrical "Beautiful", 6Th-12Th grade -Jazz "Break Your Heart", 6Th-12Th grade -Military "The Bongo Song", All-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starz&lt;/span&gt; -Jazz "Hush Hush" and All-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starz&lt;/span&gt; -Lyrical "More Than Anyone" &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ykNnl-7V2M/TZJ4vs3Vl1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7ncI7kur_04/s1600/trophie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589662848412653394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ykNnl-7V2M/TZJ4vs3Vl1I/AAAAAAAAAO0/7ncI7kur_04/s320/trophie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The awards were a little different than most competitions. Instead of awarding for 1st, 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Nd&lt;/span&gt;, 3rd, etc. they award you with little stick on Diamonds, Ruby's, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sapphire's&lt;/span&gt;, and Emerald gems that you take off the little card and you stick it in the little place they have made for them on your trophy right next to the song that you danced to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-oWb9fOenA/TZJ4_kMoD4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/3IoY3XYRs5s/s1600/dance%2Bcomp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589663120963932034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R-oWb9fOenA/TZJ4_kMoD4I/AAAAAAAAAO8/3IoY3XYRs5s/s400/dance%2Bcomp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Diamond gem is ranged between 285-300&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Ruby gem is ranged between 274-284&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Sapphire gem is ranged between 265-274&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;And an Emerald gem is ranged between 264 and below.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Competing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;categories&lt;/span&gt; with 2 or more dances, the top dance is recognised with a first place medal for the group. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Single Ladies" got -Ruby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"An Angel" got -Ruby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Fire Burning" got -Ruby and a 1st Place Medal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Beautiful" got -Ruby and a 1st Place Medal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Break Your Heart" got - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sapphire&lt;/span&gt; (we missed getting a ruby by 1 point)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Bongo Song" got -Diamond &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hush Hush" got -Diamond and Teen Intermediate Overall High Point Award&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"More Than Anyone" got-Ruby (We missed getting a diamond by 1 point)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; was really dead but there were so many people there, and so many dancers. But we still did pretty good. When the All-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starz&lt;/span&gt; came out the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt; was so dead, that our dance team who was all still there decided to cheer our hearts out for them. And just for that, all the screaming, the cheering, etc. because of us they got overall high point and a diamond. When they were done, (They all had me record it for them) they watched it, and said that they had never felt so much power and energy for that dance and any other dance in their whole lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were all so proud. We were so proud of ourselves for getting our scores, that whoever wanted to go, we all went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Krave&lt;/span&gt; Frozen Yogurt after competition. We all had so much &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt;. It was one of the most proud moments of our lives. It was amazing :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589661023777177874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkkIXM1-lkA/TZJ3FfkVwRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/x5QraXdzNX4/s400/075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6031805343785770689?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6031805343785770689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6031805343785770689' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6031805343785770689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6031805343785770689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/03/aspire-pro-dance-competition.html' title='Aspire Pro Dance Competition'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6VPwbmpHLEc/TZJ33nOeAXI/AAAAAAAAAOs/OqlHGmEHCWk/s72-c/PIZAZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-1092341917581418312</id><published>2011-03-11T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T18:09:53.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Performance, A Party, &amp; A Redneck Slip-n-Slide</title><content type='html'>This past weekend starting last Friday, my dance team and I had one of our last performances of the dance season. It was a Dixie State College, for the Dixie State College Dance Team (Otherwise known as "The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebelettes&lt;/span&gt;") dance review. We performed all of our usual dances that we usually perform at ever performance. And then for the first time, the girls who are on Military (Not me) performed for the first time. They did awesome! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdkpsNeMaBE/TXrTaf6f8CI/AAAAAAAAANs/UUt4kODItqc/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583007140276072482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdkpsNeMaBE/TXrTaf6f8CI/AAAAAAAAANs/UUt4kODItqc/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was at my dads, so after it was over, we went back to his house, and waited up for my dads best friend and his family to come over, till we got a call saying that they were tired, so they just stayed at a hotel. So we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-CtxJbF5w0/TXrUJSno_aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vRAHkPCK6HY/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583007944161164706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-CtxJbF5w0/TXrUJSno_aI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vRAHkPCK6HY/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday, we all woke up, and got ready for the day, until we had to leave to go to my cousin Porter's 3rd birthday party at Sand Hollow.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSxYJkT3Ors/TXrUdcm-PSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/phXY45Pk8_s/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583008290440101154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kSxYJkT3Ors/TXrUdcm-PSI/AAAAAAAAAOU/phXY45Pk8_s/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we left and when we got there, we hung out at my uncle Rich's aunt's camp trailer, at their camp site. Then we went out to the lake and hung out on the shore line, then we wanted to ride up to the top of the sand dunes, and went to the very top, and watched people race up and down the hill, until we went back and ate dinner back at the camp site (Which was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;delish&lt;/span&gt;). Then we ate cake and my aunt was laughing at me because I was eating a corer piece and a big thing of frosting that came off the cake. When it started getting &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cold, we went home and sat around till my dad's friend and his family came over. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-b1qNk1IK4/TXrTqjI4IYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bACtDII1_k0/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583007416019591554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-b1qNk1IK4/TXrTqjI4IYI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bACtDII1_k0/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(His wife Tresa, and his son's Skyler and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jadden&lt;/span&gt;). They stayed over, and the next morning, I came downstairs, and breakfast was ready. Then Kathy and I got ready, and went to church to see my new cousin Ryder get blessed. When we got home, we made lunch, and went out to sit on the porch. When the boys started to get bored, and hot of running around the backyard playing football, they decided they wanted to make a home made slip-n-slide. So Kathy and i went inside and got 4 black garbage bags, while Josh and my dad got the hose and the stakes to keep the bags held down. The boys went and changed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while i got my camera. the boys had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;funn&lt;/span&gt; playing on it. Time flew by, and we all got ready to go home. What a great weekend!&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/6286363771871255789-1092341917581418312?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1092341917581418312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=1092341917581418312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1092341917581418312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1092341917581418312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/03/performance-party-redneck-slip-n-slide.html' title='A Performance, A Party, &amp; A Redneck Slip-n-Slide'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sdkpsNeMaBE/TXrTaf6f8CI/AAAAAAAAANs/UUt4kODItqc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-7066558447713511458</id><published>2011-03-10T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T19:55:24.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorites</title><content type='html'>So I have just now realized how much I love reading &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaytee&lt;/span&gt;, and Grandma's blogs. Since they are the only 2 that post all of the time...I on the other hand, have been trying to find exciting stuff to post about. I have a post that I will be posting within the next 24 hours, so stay tuned!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Just thought I would let everyone know that ha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-7066558447713511458?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7066558447713511458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=7066558447713511458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7066558447713511458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7066558447713511458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorites.html' title='My favorites'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3872936227961595658</id><published>2011-02-28T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:01:19.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...again</title><content type='html'>Well I'm just here to catch up again. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; that my blog has been kind of out of date lately. I guess we have all kinda fallen away from blogging. Well some of us anyway. ha. But if you didn't read the family news letter here is what it said: "This week at the end of the week my dance team and I will be performing at Dixie's dance team [The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jetett's&lt;/span&gt;] review. This is one of our very last dance performances for the whole dance season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good with my grades so far. Since next week is the end of the 3rd quarter, I have still managed to keep them up. :] Right now I am at a 3.4 GPA. AND I have all A's and B's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, mom and Rick took our new Hillbilly Hotel out [The Camper], while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taisley&lt;/span&gt;, Danielle and I got to stay home and got the house to ourselves. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taisley&lt;/span&gt; and Danielle had to stay home for awhile while I was out doing our dance pictures. About a 6 hour thing, with 100+ dancers. It was a long time, but it was well worth it in the end. [I will try to post mine when I get them].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is doing great. I can't wait for aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kaytee&lt;/span&gt; to come back here next time so we can spend some time together since I was at my dads most of the time the last few times she was here. Well that's pretty much it so far. More to come. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3872936227961595658?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3872936227961595658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3872936227961595658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3872936227961595658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3872936227961595658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/02/catching-upagain.html' title='Catching Up...again'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2829583499800476200</id><published>2011-02-10T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T17:07:47.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brexton's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4tIlkVJppc/TVSLFsxqDSI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSJ4zA-I89M/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572231568999189794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4tIlkVJppc/TVSLFsxqDSI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSJ4zA-I89M/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Brexton&lt;/span&gt; got baptized on Saturday 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2011. He was baptized a member of the church by my grandpa Larry, and confirmed by my uncle Brock. We had most of out family there with us. My brother &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deven&lt;/span&gt; and I both gave talks. I talked about Baptism (The same talk I gave for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Taisley's&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deven&lt;/span&gt; gave his on the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXuuJT5PG_E/TVSLLzaNBJI/AAAAAAAAANM/UzCWeC-GdYU/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572231673859081362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IXuuJT5PG_E/TVSLLzaNBJI/AAAAAAAAANM/UzCWeC-GdYU/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holy Ghost. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deven&lt;/span&gt; asked him, if you could have any gift in the world what would it be? And he in reply said a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;scooter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572232207853472658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BplAtaHkJVw/TVSLq4sYy5I/AAAAAAAAANk/NgLftiZKS58/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;Everyone got a good laugh out of that. He did so good, and only had to go under once. He was a little nervous at first, but after he was fine. We had an after party and when all of the kids got bored and everyone left, my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gramma&lt;/span&gt; Colleen took at the older kids shopping. We had a blast. So here are a few pictures. Enjoy:)&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/6286363771871255789-2829583499800476200?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2829583499800476200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2829583499800476200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2829583499800476200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2829583499800476200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/02/brextons-baptism.html' title='Brexton&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4tIlkVJppc/TVSLFsxqDSI/AAAAAAAAANE/wSJ4zA-I89M/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5290145392441180054</id><published>2011-02-10T15:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T16:58:35.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live to Dance From Episode 1 to 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Yxv8Jd5L4/TVSGL_FeN3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8YH7jA3-YAU/s1600/256px-Live_to_Dance_Logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 63px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572226179435214706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Yxv8Jd5L4/TVSGL_FeN3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8YH7jA3-YAU/s400/256px-Live_to_Dance_Logo.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well the last 7 episodes of Live to Dance (My favorite show), has been finished and the best dance act in America was crowned last night for the winner of the half a million dollars. &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572222192581390834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e-3oln7WYPA/TVSCj65csfI/AAAAAAAAALE/_0E8_HiZfwI/s320/Dangelo-and-Amanda-01-2011-01-19.jpg" /&gt;($500,000) They had 6 remaining dance acts. The six acts were: Dance Town Chaos, The Vibe, Twitch, Kendall Glover, White Tree Fine Art, and D'Angelo &amp;amp; Amanda. The high-energy opening routine was choreographed by Paula Abdul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572227157348705218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3KqGK4Whsio/TVSHE6GN48I/AAAAAAAAAM0/B_5Xnt2j74g/s320/live-to-dance-judges-kimberly-wyatt-paula-abdul-and-travis-payne-pick-one-last-act-for-the-finals-455x303.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night they summed it up to the last 3 that were voted to stay. They were: White Tree Fine Art, D'Angelo &amp;amp; Amanda, and Kendall Glover. They all did amazing, but there could only be 1 winner. And the winner of the half a million dollars was.................D'Angelo and Amanda. They are only 10 and 11, they are "dating" and they have been dancing together for a long time. So congratulations to them. And congratulations to all the other dancers to. You did amazing!!! To watch Live to Dance its on Wednesday nights. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxJf06qkZXg/TVSFQIdsmeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bpD4Sq3sFUc/s1600/100112_D0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572225151160588770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pxJf06qkZXg/TVSFQIdsmeI/AAAAAAAAAL8/bpD4Sq3sFUc/s320/100112_D0060.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not sure what time i think at 6 but I'm not sure ha. The judges are Travis Payne (worked &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8L4blOxIZg/TVSFn-8bU4I/AAAAAAAAAME/8uedPKeE0Wc/s1600/team4_off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 163px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572225560921985922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8L4blOxIZg/TVSFn-8bU4I/AAAAAAAAAME/8uedPKeE0Wc/s320/team4_off.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with Michael Jackson), Kimberly Wyatt (the choreographer for the Pussycat Dolls), and Paula Abdul (Singer, dancer, and an old judge from the hit show American Idol).&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; OUTLINE-WIDTH: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5290145392441180054?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5290145392441180054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5290145392441180054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5290145392441180054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5290145392441180054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-to-dance-from-episode-1-to-7.html' title='Live to Dance From Episode 1 to 7'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c4Yxv8Jd5L4/TVSGL_FeN3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/8YH7jA3-YAU/s72-c/256px-Live_to_Dance_Logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6593359054427494002</id><published>2011-01-24T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:49:33.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Markee and Kendi's Sleepover</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I went over to one of my best friends house. Her name is Markee. She is awesome. I went over there on Friday, and brought all of my stuff. We hung out for a little while, then we took her brother and 2 of his friends to a bonfire with her aunt and uncle. We got there, and walked around for a bit, then as it started to get dark, we stood by the fire, and roasted hot dogs, and drank hot chocolate. Yumm. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565949062030589730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45LqhAfyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XIQnbUM7mW4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;After a while, we all got bored, and it was really dark, so we could barley see anything. So we all went and climbed into the back of the truck, and played truth or dare. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45X7OEdHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jSV_sSwCQvk/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565949272672990322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45X7OEdHI/AAAAAAAAAKw/jSV_sSwCQvk/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We played for like 3 minutes, then Markee's aunt and uncle came over, and told us we were leaving. So we all drove home, got out and ran inside to get ready for bed. We changed into our Jammie's, and Markee and I curled up in her bed and watched movies, till her aunt came down and told us that dinner was ready. So we paused our movie, and went upstairs to eat with the boys. We had mac-and-cheese, and chicken nuggets with juice. Yumm. :] When we were all done we helped clean everything up, and went back downstairs to watch the rest of our movie. When the movie was over, Markee and I went into her bathroom and took pictures and when we were doing that, her brother walked in and took 1 with us. haha what a good sport. Then we went to bed.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45w0lOlDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BBGbTrLkKjk/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565949700387804210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45w0lOlDI/AAAAAAAAAK4/BBGbTrLkKjk/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I woke up the next morning, before Markee, and she woke up to me staring at her and poking her nose. Because that's how I like to wake her up ha. So we laid there for a little while, then went upstairs to eat breakfast. After that we curled up in her bed and started She's the Man, till Rick came and got me. What a great day to spend Friday night, and Saturday Morning. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6593359054427494002?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6593359054427494002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6593359054427494002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6593359054427494002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6593359054427494002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2011/01/markee-and-kendis-sleepover.html' title='Markee and Kendi&apos;s Sleepover'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TT45LqhAfyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XIQnbUM7mW4/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3462451736936863843</id><published>2010-12-27T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:15:09.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 25th Day of December</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas is over, so now I'm gonna tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     On Christmas morning, the girls (Taisley &amp;amp; Rilee) I guess went into Rick and mom's room and woke them up, while Danielle and I were still sleeping downstairs, when Rick came in and started jumping the bed for us to get up yelling Santa's been here. So we got up and went upstairs, and we watched Taisley and Rilee open their presents. Rilee was so excited because she got a purple ipod with a little tiny camera on it. (And let me just say that she has not gotten off of it ever since she got it). Taisley got a whole bunch of stuff. Danielle and I got to go and finish our shopping the day before Christmas. We got the girls a whole bunch of crafts and stuff like that. Then we went to Brushfire Pottery and we picked up the plate that we got for mom and Rick. (SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CUTE). When we got home we wrapped everything and went to bed. The girls wanted to go to bed at 5 p.m. so it would go by faster. Ha. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRmASRAHCSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tVtc7T6P5X4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555612666628081954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRmASRAHCSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tVtc7T6P5X4/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The things that I got for Christmas: Candy, $15 iTunes card, a lifeflight jacked (Cuz I really wanted one). And, and, and...the 4th generation ipod touch with a camera. (Its so awesome) Thanks uncle David!!! I didn't get much though cuz I got the ipod, and I am ok with that ha. I still have the presents at my dads, so there will be more to come. &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/6286363771871255789-3462451736936863843?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3462451736936863843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3462451736936863843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3462451736936863843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3462451736936863843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-25th-day-of-december.html' title='On the 25th Day of December'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRmASRAHCSI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tVtc7T6P5X4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6851032628481117508</id><published>2010-12-27T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:56:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Wrestling Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;      A few days ago, we went out to Hurricane to watch Danielle cheer for the wrestlers. We were sitting on bottom row, and we were watching all the wrestlers beat Snow Canyon in the match. We were all sitting there, and I calling out all of the people that I used to know. And there was quite a few. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555607413950855954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRl7ghQROxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QjHgcSUTAIo/s320/162826_1699233275880_1089342673_1878682_225800_n.jpg" /&gt;This Picture was actually in the spectrum. (The Wrestling Cheerleaders of Hurricane)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;     Well after that match was over, they started another, and while we were watching the girls, and the wrestlers, I started looking around in the bleachers to see if I knew anyone else, and as I was looking, I noticed someone who looked some what familiar. I kept on looking at him and finally realized, I did know him. I figured out that I used to like him in 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. We talked for a while, then went and walked around. I found out a lot about him, and stuff like that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     After a while of walking around, and looking at all the old wrestler's pictures in the cases on the walls, we went back into the gym, and watched the rest of the match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     When the match was over, we said goodbye to Danielle and the kid that I just mentioned, and we went home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6851032628481117508?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6851032628481117508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6851032628481117508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6851032628481117508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6851032628481117508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurricane-wrestling-cheer.html' title='Hurricane Wrestling Cheer'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRl7ghQROxI/AAAAAAAAAKY/QjHgcSUTAIo/s72-c/162826_1699233275880_1089342673_1878682_225800_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8956046358330008117</id><published>2010-12-27T20:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:12:37.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A night with Aspen and Liz!!! :)</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Liz called me and asked me if i wanted to come over to her house and hang out with her and Aspen. So I asked and her mom came and got me. When I got there we went and go Aspen, and walked the rest of the way home. When we got there we went down into Liz's room and talked for a little while and shared what was going on in our personal lives and what was happening at school, and just the usual stuff that girls usually talk about. After a while we got up and went and ate some pizza then we got bored and sat out in Liz's car and listened to music and talked some more (Man girls can talk about anything I have noticed). Then I had an idea that we haven't been to Denny's in a while, and I'm in the mood for a chocolate shake. So we called Aspen's mom and she came and got us, and we went to Denny's. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRlxPlMG-TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XkWC0k8XPa0/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555596127833094450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRlxPlMG-TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XkWC0k8XPa0/s200/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Here is our past story about going to Denny's as 3 teenagers: Once apon a time there were 3 teenagers named Liz, Aspen and Kendi. When we got there, we all got a table. The waitress came and asked us what we wanted to drink. And this was our reply: We will take 1 water please. She tried to get us to order just 3 for all of us. But we said no thanks just 1. There were quite a few people there, it was about 10:30 p.m. and when she brought us our water (1) she took our order and left. When she came back, our water was gone, she gave us our shakes, left, and came back with the whole pitcher of water. So we kept of filling up our cups, we had 3 straws and one cup. So we would hurry and drink them really fast. After a while we kinda scared everyone away, and they all left and we were the only ones in the whole place. So we drank our shakes and the rest of our water, and we finally paid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRlxfh8QNXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pXJz9UsmlBk/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555596401839191410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRlxfh8QNXI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/pXJz9UsmlBk/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     So this time when we got there, there was a different guy and he wasn't as nice, but he brought us the whole pitcher, and we all just stuck our straws in and drank the rest of the water. After that we drank our shakes. There were these 2 people sitting across from us who were probably going: oh my goodness those girls are crazy. When we were done at Denny's, Aspen's dad brought me home, we said our goodbye's and our night was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8956046358330008117?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8956046358330008117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8956046358330008117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8956046358330008117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8956046358330008117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-with-aspen-and-liz.html' title='A night with Aspen and Liz!!! :)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRlxPlMG-TI/AAAAAAAAAKI/XkWC0k8XPa0/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-1188721813580126104</id><published>2010-12-27T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:39:31.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalamity Dance Benefit Concert</title><content type='html'>Danielle and I went to the Kalamity Dance Benefit concert, for the little girl with A-T Disease to raise money for her and her family. In my older post I told you that her older brother Dylan passed away this last March. These 13 dancers did an amzing job trying to raise money for her and her family. They raised over $1,300 dollars for this little girl. They did a number of dances with all age groups of their dancers. They all got so into the dances it was so amazing to see how much effort they put into this concert. Here here is 1 of their video's. (I would have put a few more on there except the computer was being to slow, sorry) Enjoy. :)&lt;br /&gt;                                          &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e09f341f5ec4e3f6" 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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09f341f5ec4e3f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226379%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7426BE3150389806B7AA9E3D41ED580C27680C60.8463EA4160E982674D527D03179976E429DE0F1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09f341f5ec4e3f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2XOkJaEq-YOAYh8e4nDIoCliDF8&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://v19.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09f341f5ec4e3f6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331226379%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7426BE3150389806B7AA9E3D41ED580C27680C60.8463EA4160E982674D527D03179976E429DE0F1E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09f341f5ec4e3f6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2XOkJaEq-YOAYh8e4nDIoCliDF8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can see, these dancers are some of the best dancers in St. George Utah. They are a hip hop group (If you didn't catch that already) and they are dancing for a cause.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-1188721813580126104?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1188721813580126104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=1188721813580126104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1188721813580126104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1188721813580126104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/kalamity-dance-benefit-concert.html' title='Kalamity Dance Benefit Concert'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4122812686865718225</id><published>2010-12-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T17:01:34.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hansen Family Christmas Party :)</title><content type='html'>Well since Christmas is already over, I might as well just post this now. A few weeks ago, and like every year we had the Hansen Family Christmas Party. We all picked the cousin that we have to get presents for, and when everyone showed up, all the little kids wanted to open presents right away. But the parents and grandma and grandpa wouldn't let them. So we all sat around the table and got the food eaten up, then soon cleaned up. After dinner, the little kids again yelled: Presents, presents, presents. And all the grown up's replied with the same answer. In our family, it's really not a funn party unless we watch the football games that are on t.v. at that time. I soon found out that the only reason that we couldn't open presents was because of the game. So my grandma Pat took all the little kids out and they went for a walk so the rest of the family could watch the games. &lt;br /&gt;     When the kids and grandma came back, the grown up's finally gave in and we got to open resents. Like every year we went in order from youngest to oldest. It started with Hayden, then went to Porter, to Ellie, Hudson, Gage Gracie, Brexton, Kendi &amp; Hunter! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk2pT1kpWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5QZqmm7n9Xo/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk2pT1kpWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5QZqmm7n9Xo/s200/040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555531698665727330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then all the grown up's opened there's. All the little kids were sooooooooooo excited with all of there gifts, that they all wanted them open and wanted to play with them right then. After presents, grandma &amp; grandpa wanted pictures of the grandkids, so we all went outside and took them. I for one think that we all look pretty good. (I think it would have been a lot better if Deven was there though). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk180d_L_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h8hwjnyADcE/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk180d_L_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/h8hwjnyADcE/s200/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555530934331060210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk2XddXgrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iiKK15EDcxU/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk2XddXgrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/iiKK15EDcxU/s200/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555531392010912434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     After the peasents werea all opened, and played with everyone started getting ready to home. Like the past 2 days, Brexton and Gage ran outside and rode the 4-wheelers around the yard, till it was time for Gage to go home. &lt;br /&gt;After a while of cleaning and saying goodbye's everyone left and that was the end of the Hansen Family Christmas Party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4122812686865718225?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4122812686865718225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4122812686865718225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4122812686865718225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4122812686865718225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/hansen-family-christmas-party.html' title='The Hansen Family Christmas Party :)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TRk2pT1kpWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/5QZqmm7n9Xo/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6097342671032464775</id><published>2010-12-27T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:38:22.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizazz Dance 1st Performance</title><content type='html'>On December 15th at Desert Hills High School my dance team: Pizazz Dance Team, got to perform our dances that we have been learning and practicing for the whole season. And I must say that we did AMAZING. We had 5 dances all together. We started with the All-Starz (Danced to: Hush Hush). The second dance was the 6-college age (Danced to: Break your heart). Next was the 3-5 graders (Danced to Fire Burning). The K-2 graders (Danced to: If You Like It Then You Should Have Put a Ring On It). And the last dance was the combined dance with all of the dancers (Danced to: Please Don't Stop the Music). &lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hzxRFpzueuQ?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     We had a blast with this it was so funn. I can't wait for our next one. More details to come about the next one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6097342671032464775?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6097342671032464775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6097342671032464775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6097342671032464775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6097342671032464775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/12/pizazz-dance-1st-performance.html' title='Pizazz Dance 1st Performance'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hzxRFpzueuQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3681384085425094304</id><published>2010-11-28T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T16:33:36.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>Well Thanksgiving is over and this year was so funn. I kinda wish though that i was with my mom for Thanksgiving. But being with my dad was funn to. My brother Deven came down from Highland, to spend it with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I went over on Tuesday night, and we all stayed up and played Wii for a little while. And that's pretty much what we did for the first 2 days until Thanksgivng.&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPLyOzCZmhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/brAIdYzIDY4/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544760427278866962 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPLyOzCZmhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/brAIdYzIDY4/s200/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The night before, Deven and I were both told that we could not have our phones out on Thanksgiving because it was family time. But we could only use them call and talk to our other parents. But we both managed the day and found ways to txt our friends anyway. Haha...but we did have fun. Deven made a track in the backyard for the four-wheeler. Here's a video: Kathy spent 4 days cooking, making sauses, salads, meatballs, the turkey etc. It turned out amazing. &lt;br /&gt;My aunt Jenny, uncle Rich, and cousin's Gage and Porter came over and while the boys were out riding the mini four-wheelers, the girls were inside finishing up all the cooking. We finally got it done, and called everyone to dinner. The kids all got sparkling grape juice and when Brexton and Gage got their's, they both said "Cool we get wine" LOL. The things kids say ha. So we got dinner all eaten up, and the boys all went back out and rode again. We had all the games going and nobody was really even watching them. Oh well. When the day was over we said our goodbyes, cleaned up, played Wii again, watched the game, and went to bed. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPL0CveL57I/AAAAAAAAAJU/gYAQaVYUnvg/s1600/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544762419186493362 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPL0CveL57I/AAAAAAAAAJU/gYAQaVYUnvg/s200/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The next day we woke up and tried to go shopping for Black Friday.:D It didn't really work that well. So we went home and hung out, then Kathy's friends called and came over. We played Mad Gab. (One of the greatest games ever). Then my dads boss and his son came over. I was hanging out with my cousin Morgan when they came over, so we all went upstairs and watched a few movies till Morgan and I went to bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We woke up the next morning, took Morgan home. Then went home and a few hours later we met our friends brother's daughters. (Kodi, Danni, Aspen, and Casey) They are so funn. So we hung out and played Wii for a few hours. Got bored and made plans about what we were gonna do that night. We decided to go and toilet paper their house then run downstairs and pretend it wasn't us. Wow what a night that was. Ha. They did try to find out who it was but I don't really think they did. We spent a while on it, then we went back to my dads house and stayed up for till 1:30 A.M. they finally went home and texted me a few minutes later saying "hey its raining outiside but they already cleaned it up". Dang it. Ha. So we went to bed after a very long day. &lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPL0bXMGqWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xOlxaCFLldY/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544762842164930914 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPL0bXMGqWI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xOlxaCFLldY/s200/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We then woke up while Deven and I got ready to go home. When the girls came to pick him up. (because they live by Highland so they took him home). They finally came, we said our goodbyes, gave our hugs and they went home. I got the rest of my stuff together, and my dad took me home. Im so not ready for school tomorrow. But oh well. Well I hope that you enjoyed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3681384085425094304?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3681384085425094304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3681384085425094304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3681384085425094304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3681384085425094304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TPLyOzCZmhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/brAIdYzIDY4/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-91460971682890374</id><published>2010-11-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:50:12.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kalamity Dance 2nd Annual Hip Hop Benefit Concert</title><content type='html'>This dance team (A team that I am thinking of joining next dance season) is a team where every year they have a huge benefit concert to help others with disabilities, illnesses etc. Last year they helped a lady who had breast cancer. So they helped her and this year their concert is for 2 little kids by the names of Dylan and Riley Slack. Dylan at age 5 this year passed away of AT disease (Ataxia-telangiectasia)or A-T. Before Dylan's passing his baby sister Riley was diagnosed with the same incurable disease. Dylan and Riley are the children of Ryan and Stephanie Slack. To find out more about this family you can visit their blog at Dylanandrileyslack.blogspot.com. Anyway the Kalamity Dance team will be supporting this family in a fundraiser for them at Desert Hills High School. The show will start at 7:30 p.m Kalamity is asking for a $5 donation to support this cause. To find out more about Kalamity go to Kalamitydance.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-91460971682890374?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/91460971682890374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=91460971682890374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/91460971682890374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/91460971682890374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/11/kalamity-dance-2nd-annual-hip-hop.html' title='Kalamity Dance 2nd Annual Hip Hop Benefit Concert'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-909880193007020814</id><published>2010-10-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T17:24:39.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZAZZ Dance Team Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>Well it's that time of year again for costumes, laughs, and candy. And like every year on our dance team, we have our big Halloween party with the 6-college grade team. Every year we always do our big drill down (When everyone gets in lines of a specific number, while the leader/caller calls out the poses that they want us to do and if you even flinch when it's not the time your out). But this year we didn't have time. But we did all sit in a circle, and we passed around our papers that Christy assigned to us and we got to write something nice about that girl, while everybody else signed somebody Else's papers. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoS5K7YioI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xPEKRT6h_rc/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoS5K7YioI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xPEKRT6h_rc/s200/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533255865573345922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoTYbmfIgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bpk_7FFBEI4/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoTYbmfIgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bpk_7FFBEI4/s200/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533256402625044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     After the papers we got into a big group and took some pictures, then we played (Like every year) we played the traditional game of Ships and Sailors. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoT0CN3nyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8pgpOdcRrtI/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoT0CN3nyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/8pgpOdcRrtI/s200/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533256876847243042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (The game when the caller calls out a position/way they want you to go, and the game has its own names and poses that they want you to go.) For example: Ships: Run right, Sailors: Run left, Captain's coming: Salute, Nemo: pull your hand to your side and flip it around (Cuz he has a lucky fin). Etc. You get the point. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoTM8cQVDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/spBRTWTt3J0/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoTM8cQVDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/spBRTWTt3J0/s200/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533256205282071602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We then finished off our 2 hour dance party with going over our combined dance with the K-2Nd, 3-5Th, 6-college, and the All-starz. We went over that dance a few times, and last but not least: We learned the first 2 counts of 8 for our Military dance that she will be teaching us in the next few weeks, and everyone has to audition, but not everyone will make it. But who knows, maybe everyone will. So there you have it. Pictures and all: Ladies and Gentlemen, The PIZAZZ Dance Team's Halloween Party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-909880193007020814?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/909880193007020814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=909880193007020814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/909880193007020814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/909880193007020814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/pizazz-dance-team-halloween-party.html' title='PIZAZZ Dance Team Halloween Party'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMoS5K7YioI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xPEKRT6h_rc/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6004865608241624813</id><published>2010-10-26T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:45:46.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening weekend of the Deer Hunt!!!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a blast, we had most of the Welch clan with us. We had: Kathy, David, Scott, Tami, Braydon, Shaylee, Weston, Rick, Danielle, Me, Mom Taisley, and Weston's little friend Dylan. We went to Beaver Mountain and we camped there for 3 days. It was the opening weekend for the Deer Hunt, so we all figured oh what the heck. It was really cold and very rainy the whole weekend, but everyone had a great time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdlpYrzPaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ATdyrUXV5S8/s1600/Stacy+164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdlpYrzPaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ATdyrUXV5S8/s200/Stacy+164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532502428923149730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was great and the usual for the Welch family was of coarse dutch oven tater's. The food was pretty much the only thing that would entice Danielle and I out of the trailer. However Taisley didn't want to go inside pretty much the whole time we were there. She had a blast playing with Weston and Dylan, and she also managed (with some help from Rick) to shoot her first gun. It did scare her at first, but she then was ready to do it again. Grandpa David's wife Kathy killed the first and only deer (out of our family anyway) of the season.&lt;br /&gt;     The boys went out again on the last night to try their luck and came back with nothing. Better luck next time. When they got back, Danielle and I took one of the 4 wheelers, and we went for a ride. They told us to only go up the road about a mile, but we then ended up going a little further than planned. Ha oops. When we got back, our family went out and gathered wood cuz all of the other wood was wet and we didn't have enough. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdnuSl1FFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MS603IJ6HXA/s1600/Stacy+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdnuSl1FFI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MS603IJ6HXA/s200/Stacy+113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532504712210093138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     The next morning we managed to wake up and look outside...to it snowing with patches here and there of snow on the ground. The kids has funn playing in it while everyone else got everything together and we were all loaded up. We left the mountain at about 2:45 and got while everyone waited to get all of the stuff (that was all still in David and Kathy's trailer). &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdoE6dYJdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_eK5QzrL9qE/s1600/Stacy+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdoE6dYJdI/AAAAAAAAAIc/_eK5QzrL9qE/s200/Stacy+070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532505100869182930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Danielle and I all jumped into the shower and got out so refreshed we could barely handle it. So the stuff finally got here, and we got it all out and practically dumped it in the entry way. &lt;br /&gt;     We finished off the weekend by taking Danielle home, eating dinner, and saying out goodnight's and going to bed. Even though Danielle and I spent most of the weekend in the trailer, we still had a blast, and can't wait till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6004865608241624813?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6004865608241624813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6004865608241624813' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6004865608241624813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6004865608241624813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/10/opening-weekend-of-deer-hunt.html' title='Opening weekend of the Deer Hunt!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TMdlpYrzPaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ATdyrUXV5S8/s72-c/Stacy+164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6942631217271438726</id><published>2010-09-16T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:13:54.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy weekend!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well I had a busy busy weekend, I was at my dads this weekend. And on Saturday morning, they dropped me off at the new Diamond Talent Dance Studio, and we all practiced for the Huntsman World Senior Games Opening Ceremonies. After that I went back to my dads and got ready for the Lion's Dixie Round-Up Parade. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgEXZ6wv-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vpDoQ0Oxi1o/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgEXZ6wv-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vpDoQ0Oxi1o/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519166143483396066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgEkJT-eFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0uAabmhFl3Q/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgEkJT-eFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0uAabmhFl3Q/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519166362364049490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Which my dance team and I rode our bikes (and for the people who didn't didn't have bikes) rode in the truck, or they walked and yelled our cheer a whole bunch of time. Ha. When we were done in the parade, all of our parents met us at the end point of the parade to congratulate us, or tell us what a good job we did. Then we walked back to where my dad, Kathy, my aunt Jenny, my brother Brexton, and my cousins Gage and Porter were sitting waiting. Then I took some pictures of the bands and stuff, and then at the end of the parade, and we got into the truck and we went and dropped off Jenny, Gage and Porter off at their house so they could go and get ready to come over to our house and hang out. So we dropped them off, and went to my dads house. &lt;br /&gt;When we got there, I went up stairs and changed into some different clothes, and went back downstairs to call my cousin Morgan. So her step dad dropped her off at my dads and we hung out and ate food, and played on the computer and all that funn stuff. Then after while, we were going to go outside when we saw all of the fruit they had set out, so we ate fruit, and right as soon as we were ready to go outside, I grabbed Morgans arm and this is the quote: Kendi: Come on Morgan, lets go outside. Morgan: Hold on, I want a chip, (Pick up a piece of cantaloupe) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgFY7ZzHyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cvu0DkjQfVQ/s1600/cantaloupe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgFY7ZzHyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/cvu0DkjQfVQ/s200/cantaloupe2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519167269163441954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendi: That doesn't look like a chip. Morgan: (look down at it) it's a fruit chip. hahaha good times. ha ha I luv her. So after a while after riding my brothers and our old neighbors bikes we went inside and ate some more food. And then her step dad came and got her. And they went home. So I went to bed, and the next morning, we woke up and went to Church. I thought the only reason why we were going to church was to watch Brexton be in a primary program, but I guess that's next week. ha ha oh well, I then found out that we went because my dad and Kathy are looking into getting Brexton baptized. So that's good. So he stayed at church for a while after we went home to practice for his program next week. And we went home and I got back into my bed and watched "The Notebook." After that was over, I called my mom and she said that Danielle wanted to come and get me. So I talked to my dad, and I went up and packed all my stuff to go home. After a while Danielle showed up, I said my goodbyes, and Danie and I were on our way home listening to music and me listening to Danielle tell me stories. Then she got hungry so we both pitched in and went and got Arby's. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgFB9UGbwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OjBpxXeKv1c/s1600/arbys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgFB9UGbwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/OjBpxXeKv1c/s320/arbys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519166874539421442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We stayed there for a little while, then went home and watched The Last song. Which I highly recommend to everyone. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgGOxd3K4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6eRy3Cj0HBo/s1600/The%2520Last%2520Song%2520MTI_Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgGOxd3K4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/6eRy3Cj0HBo/s200/The%2520Last%2520Song%2520MTI_Final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519168194209065858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then I was eating a piece of popcorn, and almost swallowed it hole, and so I was sitting there trying not to swallow it, and Danielle just sat there. ha ha another good time right there ha ha. Well that's my weekend hope you enjoyed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6942631217271438726?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6942631217271438726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6942631217271438726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6942631217271438726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6942631217271438726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/09/busy-busy-weekend.html' title='Busy, Busy weekend!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TJgEXZ6wv-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/vpDoQ0Oxi1o/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8026729156383505339</id><published>2010-07-25T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:31:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!! Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzJRVh9YuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RSo5em5nlNQ/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzJRVh9YuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RSo5em5nlNQ/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+796.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497990544787071714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me... Happy Birthday to me... Happy Biiirthday to meeeeee... Happy Birthday to me!!! One year older and wiser 2 happy birthday...to you!!! Yaaaaaaaay. I am now 14 years old. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzIWfTx34I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hwXZ2rNdWM8/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzIWfTx34I/AAAAAAAAAGc/hwXZ2rNdWM8/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+797.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497989533799669634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My birthday was July 19th. It was a lot of funn.  We just had a little family party, it was My mom, Taisley, Allysa, Josh, Daxton, Gramma, Grandpa, my best friend Tessa, her mom Anneli, her dad Woody, her little brother Marcus and me. So my mom got me a cake (The same cake that we had at Daxton's birthday party) It was called Fudge Crunch. (Best cake in the world). We had a BBQ. We made hot dogs and hamburger's. We had lots of funn. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzI38UcGgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zIBU3GRU3RU/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzI38UcGgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zIBU3GRU3RU/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497990108522748418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I opened my presents. I got a new shirt, from Tessa and her family, I got a card from grandma and grandpa, 50 bucks from my mom, 50 bucks from my gramma Colleen, a shirt from her and a shirt from my dad and Kathy. I got calls and text messages from lots of people. Kaytee was one of the 1st to call me. And lots of others called and texted. So thanks for all the great gifts. And the calls and the text's love ya all &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzIuXxtf1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/n50G4PT-G3Q/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzIuXxtf1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/n50G4PT-G3Q/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+776.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497989944094588754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8026729156383505339?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8026729156383505339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8026729156383505339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8026729156383505339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8026729156383505339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-to-me-happy-birthday-to.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!! Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEzJRVh9YuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RSo5em5nlNQ/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-9191645065998955443</id><published>2010-07-25T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:33:44.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy7k8dJT_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxuTPNuHNkQ/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy7k8dJT_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxuTPNuHNkQ/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+786.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497975488490590194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this was a very funn and exciting weekend. David and Jan'L, Kayler, Kole, Kyler, Lily, Tara, Michael, Gramma Doris, David and Jenine (The 2 people who brought Gramma Doris).  So everyone came into town (Everyone except Kaytee) Gosh Kaytee ha ha. Just Kidding. So everyone was in town for the sealing of Grandma Doris and Grandpa Dex. David stood in for grandpa Dex, Michael was baptized for him, and Grandma Doris played her part. So they went to the temple at...a very early time. and they did the sealing.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy63PIPJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KkeZ_y3E14Q/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy63PIPJ-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/KkeZ_y3E14Q/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+777.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497974703229183970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When they got home, everyone changed, and we got dinner started. So we got dinner all done, set the table, and stuff like that then we ate dinner. We all ate and sat around talking and eating, and having funn, with the kids and stuff and just being a family. While I was in the bedroom watching the kids try to catch a leprechaun. Oh wow those kids are a handfull. But they are lots of funn. They were in town for 3 days and on sunday Doris, and the Bills came to church with us. They stayed for sacrament, and then they went back to our house, loaded up their stuff and they went home. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy7FtVGNPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xJK7AMCT0WY/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy7FtVGNPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/xJK7AMCT0WY/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+779.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497974951854355698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  David, Jan'L and the boys left that morning to get home, and Michael, Tara, and Lily went home around the time that we got home. Maybe a little while after we got home. Well we had lots and lots of funn with them and really enjoyed them all being here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-9191645065998955443?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/9191645065998955443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=9191645065998955443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/9191645065998955443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/9191645065998955443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend.html' title='The Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy7k8dJT_I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pxuTPNuHNkQ/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2276391891576691560</id><published>2010-07-21T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:09:19.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gramma's Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1Rds67GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qk1kkY16MAM/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1Rds67GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qk1kkY16MAM/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497968556747975778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1E4BN9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K3O9kL-bOdw/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1E4BN9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K3O9kL-bOdw/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497968340474131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone this is about 2 weeks late, sorry it took me so long. Well I hope that everyone liked the pictures that I finally figured out how to download.&lt;br /&gt;This year at Gramma's camp, we went to East Canyon. When I got to Salt lake I thought that we were going to stay at my cousin's Kena, Ryann and Brenden's house and just stay the night that night, then get up in the morning and head for camp. But plans changed and everyone was already pretty stressed. So I ended up staying and Kena's house for 2 nights, while my little brother stayed with grandma at her house. Get ready for Brexton to play the gramma card this weekend. Ugh. And on Monday, we all got up and waited for my grandma to come and get us. Well she didn't so my aunt Mel, to us in, and when we got to grandma's house, we got all of our stuff out of the back of the truck, and we all walked into the garage, and we opened up the back of the car, and we saw a big wall of stuff, that half of it, we didn't even use. So we unloaded most of the stuff, and made room for all our stuff with room to pack the rest of the stuff, and when we are done, there is no room for anything else thinking that there was nothing else to pack. Well we ride the elevator up the the floor that she lives on, we walk in and see 2 shopping carts that still needed to be loaded into the car, and weren't. So we walked back downstairs, and unloaded the stuff...again. Put the important stuff in first, the loaded all of the bags and stuff. Then we all got in the car and said our goodbye's to aunt Mel, and we were on our way to stay in a trailer. We were all so excited. (Not being sarcastic).  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy0n6ugngI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sxFm-R1c0dI/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy0n6ugngI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sxFm-R1c0dI/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497967842984762882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, we waited for a while to get our trailer, then a guy came up and said that they were bringing it down, So we waited. (by the way we weren't using the name of my gramma, we were using the name of her friend so we could use her trailer). (If that makes any since at all). So we waited for a while again, and the same guy comes up and says: there is something wrong with the hydraulic in it, and there might have been a mouse or something that crawled in and chewed the wires. So we couldn't bring it down. So we all got kind of upset, and while we were waiting, gramma went to the little check in place and she talked to them for a while about how long it would take to get the trailer, and this was before we found out what was wrong with it. She had asked us to unload the car, and get ready to put it all in the trailer when it got there. So when the guy came and told us about it, we had to load everything up AGAIN, and we ended up just using the girl that we were using her trailer, we used some of her condo time. So when we got to our condo, again we  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy02S0pFTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7DWGe1ZEH90/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy02S0pFTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/7DWGe1ZEH90/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+751.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497968089971103026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; unloaded everything, and keep in mind that my little brother didn't help ONCE to help unload or anything like that, because he was using the gramma card, and he didn't have to do anything. So after we got all settled in we played some games, went swimming, and stuff like that and when we were almost done for the day, Brexton started to complain that his tooth hurt, so we got him some medicine, and we put him to bed. Well we have this thing where we do midnight monopoly, we waited up for gramma who was upstairs trying to get Brexton to sleep. So all 5 of us (Ryann, Brenden, Kena, Deven and I) waited up till almost 1 in the morning waiting for gramma to come down and play with us. But she never did, so Kena and I went upstairs to see if she was coming, and the lights were off and the TV was off, so we just waisted all of that time for nothing. But it was funn while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we all woke up, and went downstairs. And when no one was paying attention to Brexton, he would complain that his tooth hurt, which I did find out later wasn't a fake and that it apparently really hurt. But to the 5 of us, it only sounded like it hurt him when we weren't doing anything. But anyway we ate breakfast, and had some funn, went swimming again, and stuff like that. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1E4BN9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K3O9kL-bOdw/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1E4BN9OI/AAAAAAAAAFs/K3O9kL-bOdw/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497968340474131682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Deven, Kena and I went down the the river, which we were right by, we went and played in it. Well nobody wanted to go with us, so it was just the 3 of us. So we walked up stream, and we walked and we walked and Deven thought the he could cliff dive off of some of the rocks, so we would say: "okay guys here I go, a whole foot, if I die, I love you guys". So he would jump and then we would start walking again. Pretty soon we got to the bridge, and we walked up the hill. And we found the splash pad that was right next to the pool. We the 3 of us went over the pad, and we ran through it. Man was it cold, but it was oh so funn. Then it started to get dark so we went back to the condo, and we played some games and had our Olympics. Then gramma went and put Brexton to bed, and we waited up again. But she never came again. So we just assumed that we just wore her out. So we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of day 3 we woke up and went and played in the river again, but this time we had Brenden come along with us. So we played in the river for a while, this time we went down stream, and when we got back the boys had to load up all of their stuff and we had to take them back into town. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1Rds67GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qk1kkY16MAM/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1Rds67GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qk1kkY16MAM/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+755.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497968556747975778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride down I don't think that I have ever heard anyone cry for so long in my life. Brexton cried the whole way off the mountain and when we got back into town, and when we got back to Brenden and Kena's house. He finally stopped when gramma gave him some medicine and they went back to gramma's house while we waited or Kena's friend Harlee that we were taking back up the the condo with us. So she came and after about 2 and a half hours of waiting gramma finally came back and got us. So we went up only this time with Ryann, Me, Kena, Harlee, Brexton and gramma. So we stayed the night again and the next night and then 2 days later we woke up, and got all of our stuff together, and we cleaned the condo, checked out, loaded everything up,(Which Brexton didn't help again at all). And when I asked him to please help (in the nicest way that I could) He freaked out, and said :I don't have to. So I went out and said: "Gramma, we have loaded and unloaded numerous times and he has not helped ONCE. And this is what she said: "kendi, you just need to get off his case. Did you help with the kitchen this morning. And I said no. She said well just get off his case. So I went back inside, and I was pretty mad. So I just didn't talk for the rest of the way back to Salt lake.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy17DBn_yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6v4w_kxWWE/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy17DBn_yI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q6v4w_kxWWE/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497969271141564194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back into town, Kathy and my dad came up and stayed the weekend, so I stayed till Sunday, and we had lots of funn. We went the the Mayan and ate dinner for mine and Deven's 14th birthdays. And the next day, we went to Gateway, and the 5 kids were back together again, (Brenden, Deven, Kena, Ryann and Me). When we were done there, we went back to gramma's house, and we loaded up all of out stuff, said our goodbyes, and we were on our way home. &lt;br /&gt;Hope that you enjoyed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2276391891576691560?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2276391891576691560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2276391891576691560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2276391891576691560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2276391891576691560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/grammas-camp-2010.html' title='Gramma&apos;s Camp 2010'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEy1Rds67GI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Qk1kkY16MAM/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8715795246825370499</id><published>2010-07-06T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:08:28.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp Part 2 (I told you there would be more to come)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEylfWVJenI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sxSEJABGAic/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEylfWVJenI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sxSEJABGAic/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+669.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497951203101342322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there isn't any pictures, I will get thoses posted ASAP. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am again back from girls camp and from Gramma's Camp.Sorry it's a little late. So here is the story of Girls Camp only. (I will post Gramma's Camp Later when I get it finished).&lt;br /&gt;So this is how my Girls Camp Journey Began...Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: The morning of Girls camp i woke up, got the rest of my stuff together, &amp; called my mom to say bye.&lt;br /&gt;Aspen came and got me from my house and we both met Lizzy over at Sister O's house. We said the prayer, got into our groups and into all of the cars that we were taking and we were on our way to Little Thunder Mountain (Right up above Beaver).&lt;br /&gt;When we got their we got signed in, assigned to our our bunk houses. And unloaded all of our stuff out of the cars. (I'm pretty sure that I had the heaviest bag of them all). So the bunk houses that we were assigned to had bunks that were held to the wall by chains that were 3 beds tall (If that makes sense). So we all set up camp, we ate our lunches, played some getting to know you games with the members in our camps, we did lots of crafts, then we did a ward preparation for the fireside. At the fireside everyone presented there polls that represented what there's was for and they did their dances. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEymSKskjQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T4nqPcRiO78/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEymSKskjQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/T4nqPcRiO78/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+739.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497952076151688450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st ward designed their poll how they had lots of courage they also had a girl with a cape and they said they had the courage to fly and choose the right and to stay on the right path. Then they did their dance to a song called reach for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;2Nd ward designed their poll looking like a big umbrella to show all of their courage and by dressing up like hero's holding up signs with positive and courageous thoughts. And then they did their dance to the superman theme song. And so on...&lt;br /&gt;After the fireside everyone had went down to the pavilion and we all had dinner. When dinner was over. We all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: The next day we all woke up, and ate breakfast with our tribes. After breakfast we cleaned up got dressed and walked down to the amphitheatre and we had our morning devotional. We rose the flag and said the morning prayer and so on.&lt;br /&gt;After the devotion we had lunch at the pavilion. We all sat around talking and eating and meeting our friends that we haven't seen since school got out. After lunch we had what we called tribe time, where we got to pass stuff off to get our certification passed off. Liz, Aspen and I went for walks down in the forest every day we were there. We had our own special place. It was a place with a big log that we climbed on and it was mountaid in between 2 trees so it was diagonal. So we would walk up I stand take Lot's of pictures. As you can see. After tribe time we did some crafts down at the pavilion, and after that we had dinner and when dinner was all said and done, we walked back to the amphitheatre for our last devotional of the day. So we had our devotional and we took the flag down said the goodnight prayer, and we all went to bed. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEymGO2gHlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ySCh8amBOek/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEymGO2gHlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ySCh8amBOek/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497951871108652626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: The next morning Aspen and my other friend Summer came in and said a girl named Maggie in their bunk house fell out of her second bunk the night before and cut her eye on the edge of the ladder. But we did find out that all she said was "ow" and go back up and back into her bed. She did end up going to the nurse, and when someone asked about how she was and how her eye was, all she said was "the one thing I hate about being sick" and she would just walk away. Last time I ever ask her about how she is feeling. So we went and had breakfast in our tribes, and then walked down to the amphitheatre for our morning devotional, after that we all had to get into the groups that we were assigned when we got signed in. I was Women of Moses. And we all had to walk around the forest and listen to the people of prophets and kings. They were all very interesting, and it was a great experience. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEynU0nxJLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3ZzCwa_fD-E/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEynU0nxJLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/3ZzCwa_fD-E/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+691.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497953221277197490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the women talked, we walked to the grove and we had big groups of playing with hula-hoops where we all had to hold hands and get the hoop around the circle some how without letting go of your partner. The next one we had to go through was the toxic waste land where we had to use the materials that the leaders had given us and we all had to walk across the "toxic waste" (it was actually a huge pile of wood). Then one of leaders said Acid rain storm, anyone who isn't wearing glasses, contacts, hats, etc. is now blind. I was wearing Lizzy's sun glasses so it was my fault that Lizzy went blind. Poor Lizzy. So we made it across the waste land and we walked to the "Web" that was held to trees with bungee cords. And the point of that game was you had to get through the wholes in the web by jumping through them, but you couldn't touch the ground behind the stick they had placed there. I got through the smallest one. And everyone else made it through the rest to. The next one where we had to go was the see-saw, where 2 groups of the same amount had to stand on both sides of the see-saw and had to balance it out. And the point to that one, was it was to help us see that the see-saw was our life and we were balancing it out together. So we went to the last one and we all had to stand in a line on a board and we had to get the 2 end people to the opposite ends that they were standing on. And thanks to mostly Lizzy, we got through it. If Liz hadn't been there I don't think we would have been done in time for Lunch. So we wen to the pavilion and ate lunch. After lunch we went to our tribes for tribe time, and we all passed off everything that we needed, and we handed them in. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyl4F5FiZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P6RqBW9TU_s/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+694.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyl4F5FiZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/P6RqBW9TU_s/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+694.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497951628185405842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done with that we went back down the the pavilion and we wrote letters to the patients in hospitals, and then we had our last evening devotional and we went to our new assigned camps for the last couple of hours that we had of that day, and we ate dinner in out wards. And thanks to our bishop that came up, he brought us Cafe Rio. The best food that we had in days. After dinner, we all snuggled around the fire, and we had testimony meeting. (My favorite part of Girls Camp). After testimony meeting, we all walked back to our bunks and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: The next day, we all woke up got dressed ate breakfast and we all hurried back into our bunks. I think that we got all of our stuff packed up in less than half an hour. Then we had to get everything into the cars, and had to clean up the bunk houses. After that was all said and done, we went down the the amphitheatre and had out last devotional. I helped take the flag down and fold it up. Then we had our last prayer and got into the cars and went home.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEynrRu6fII/AAAAAAAAAFU/poj5ENRUylc/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEynrRu6fII/AAAAAAAAAFU/poj5ENRUylc/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497953607048920194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the church, I ran up to a tree, and i hugged it, and said,"I have never been so happy to see this tree in my entire life". And then we got every one's stuff that we were taking home and we all went home. &lt;br /&gt;End of Girls camp 2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8715795246825370499?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8715795246825370499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8715795246825370499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8715795246825370499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8715795246825370499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-camp-part-2-i-told-you-there.html' title='Girls Camp Part 2 (I told you there would be more to come)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEylfWVJenI/AAAAAAAAAEs/sxSEJABGAic/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-122684085972240771</id><published>2010-07-06T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:05:24.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp!!! (More to come)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone...I'm off to another year of girls camp. I am going to be taking a lot of pictures. This year we are going to Stake camp. So that will be exciting.:) I know this is really short, but it will be a lot longer when I get back it might take a few days to put all of the pictures on because right after I get back I am soppsed to be off to a little thing that we call Gramma's Camp. It's almost like Cuz'n Camp but just a little different. But anyway like I said there will be more to come. So hold on to your horses. Love ya all back in a few:)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-122684085972240771?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/122684085972240771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=122684085972240771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/122684085972240771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/122684085972240771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/07/girls-camp-more-to-come.html' title='Girls Camp!!! (More to come)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5730565193642796417</id><published>2010-06-07T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T12:24:37.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Trip!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480854953843459186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_oiq1HhHI/AAAAAAAAADY/o47KHjXhYlo/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+544.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Day 1: we all woke up pretty early to finish packing up all of the stuff that was still needed but wasn't packed yet. So we got all that done, said our goodbyes, and we were on our way to a very long but exciting and funn trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Corona California at about noon that day, expecting to get all of our stuff unloaded and getting back into the car and driving to the cemetery to visit grandpa Dexter's grave. When we got there we never did end up going to the cemetery because grandma Doris wasn't dressed yet, and she didn't want to go because she was afraid that it would be to crowded, because as you all know the day that we got there it was Monday (A.K.A. Memorial Day) and she thought that there would be a thousand people there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_pHpivuvI/AAAAAAAAADg/kNsJBB4cDqg/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480855589153127154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_pHpivuvI/AAAAAAAAADg/kNsJBB4cDqg/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+585.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Grandma Linda, Taisley and I all walked down to rite aid. (2 Blocks) And about 2 minutes into the walk after passing only 1 &lt;em&gt;street&lt;/em&gt;, it was me who started complain "Oh grandma it's so hott, when are we gonna get there? are we there yet? Does this count as a block?" But we had funn anyway, we got some ice cream when we got there and we got some flip flops. Then we walked back. We finished off the day by watching a couple of hours of Doris's old time square dancing video's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 2: We woke up early again to eating breakfast and getting ready to go to DUN DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN........................DISNEY LAND. So we all hopped into the car everyone except grandma Doris and we drove to Disney land. So we traveled the 1/2 drive to Disney landed when we got there we paid, parked, and walked to where they dropped us off with the bus. Yes it was a very long and eventful day, but we rode all of the rides that we cirlced on the map with the acception of riding some other rides of every one's choices but we never did. So we got a couple of souvenirs and we headed for grandma Dori's house. When we got there, we found out that "we didn't tell grandma Doris that we were going to Disney land" and apparently she called one of her girlfriends, and she told her that we might have gotten into a car accident and gotten killed. So that didn't make her feel any better. But she was OK after that. and that's how we finished off day 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 3:We woke up again and we loaded up all of our stuff and grandma told us that we had a mystery trip. So she took us to Salvang and we went for a walk around the cute little town and grandma and grandpa took us to a little restaurant and i am sure that everyone knows what restaurant it is (Split Pea Soup) So we ate there. And we went back to salvang, and we stayed at the Holiday Inn, and the next morning we got up and we ate breakfast, and we headed for Sonoma California for Tylre's Graduation. We stopped at San Simeon to go to Heast Castle for a tour and just let me tell you it was amazing. We took lots of pics as you can see. When we arrived in Sonoma we took a tour of Kris's house, snd for the next day we got ready for Tylre's graduation and the 4th day we were still getting ready and we were running around and getting dressed for the graduation and making food for that party the next day that was going to be held at Kris's friends house and we were all going swimming and we were going to have lots of funn. So that night we went to the graduation and it was so funn. And we finished off day 4 by coming home and going to bed. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_pdYf0b6I/AAAAAAAAADo/N8ps7UK5cU8/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480855962534571938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_pdYf0b6I/AAAAAAAAADo/N8ps7UK5cU8/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+613.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Day 5 we all got up and we finished making all the food we went over the Kris's friend Carry's house and we swam for a while then at about 5 we cut the cake and Granpa, Grandma, Taisley and I all said goodbye to every one and we left for Frezno to go and visit the Sappington family and spend some time with them. We arrived in Frezno at about 9:30 p.m. and we stayed the night at aunt Charlene's and the next morning we woke up to a big breakfast and we waited for about an hour or 2 then we all got into the car and we drove the 15 minutes to Cousin Tiffany's house and we spen a few hours over at her house with the cousins laughing and playing the Wii, and running around the house while the grown up's all sat around talking and laughing. So when we said goodbye there we went back to aunt Charlene's house and we spent the night there again. When the next morning came we loaded up all of our stuff, said goodbye to aunt Charlene, and we were on our way home to St. George Utah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know I don't think that I have ever been so happy to see St. George in my life. And when we passed the&lt;em&gt; "wellcome to Bloomington"&lt;/em&gt; sign every one pretended to cry, because we were all so happy to be home. But on the bright side we had a blast and I hope to do it again soon...Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6286363771871255789-5730565193642796417?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5730565193642796417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5730565193642796417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5730565193642796417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5730565193642796417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/06/california-trip.html' title='California Trip!!! :)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TA_oiq1HhHI/AAAAAAAAADY/o47KHjXhYlo/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5933319460912611403</id><published>2010-04-11T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T19:15:33.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was my mom, me and my grandpa. I was in the office, working on my homework, while grandma and Taisley and her friends were on a walk, the doorbell rang 3 times. I figured that it was Taisley, but when I opened the door, i had to look down to find Kaytee and Adyn standing on the doorstep. My mouth dropped open, and Adyn ran straight into my arms. I hugged them and my mom came out of her room, and just like mine, her mouth dropped open. My mom ran straight into the office and told grandpa that we had company. Kaytee and Adyn hid, and grandpa came out and went around the corner, and was very surprised to find them standing there, both with big grins on their faces. So Adyn and I went outside and we played on the swingset, then mom called grandma and Taisley and told them that we had a surprise for them. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S8KCM3wTZUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zd_HI5-fzf8/s1600/Kendi%27s+Camera+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459068855963051330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S8KCM3wTZUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zd_HI5-fzf8/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they jumped into the car, and drove home. We had to make sure that Adyn was quiet while we all waited impatiently for grandma to come and greet them. But little Adyn wouldn't stay quiet for more that 5 minutes. Then when grandma caem in, she saw her and Adyn started to scream. She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;Taisley was excited to. So we were outside for what was left of the night. And I then got the idea to grab Adyn by her arms and spin her around, and when I put her down, I told her to find her mama, poor little thing couldn't even walk straigh. Haha I know I sound really mean but it sure got a good laugh out of everyone including me and Adyn both. We had such a good time. Love you guys!!! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5933319460912611403?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5933319460912611403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5933319460912611403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5933319460912611403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5933319460912611403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/04/surprise.html' title='SURPRISE'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S8KCM3wTZUI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Zd_HI5-fzf8/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8981421316437529232</id><published>2010-03-07T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T16:27:07.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Up-To-Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone, sorry its been so long. Things and this year and a lot of things in life are going by way to fast. But at the same time things are going really good. I am still dancing, and lots of things have changed, such as........... My nephew is 8 months old and will be 9 months on the 24th. Ally, Josh and Daxton have moved out of Mike's and into their own appartment. It's so cute. Daxton is growing up to be so big and like always is still so cute. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S5REN3L3xZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HJ7R28anN3I/s1600-h/Kendi%27s+Camera+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446052854340502930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S5REN3L3xZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HJ7R28anN3I/s320/Kendi%27s+Camera+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am doing good in school. Still at Dixie, and next year I will be attending Desert Hills Middle School. I can't wait. I am so glad that the olympics are finally over. And as the weeks have gone by I have found out that my brother Deven's dad is trying to sponcer my brother. He has sent videos of him snowboarding. And I am happy to say that one day my brother has a very big chance of becomeing a pro snowboarder. So now my brothers and I all have our professional lives planned out. Deven will be a professional snowboarded, I am going to be a professional photographer and I guess that my little brother will be a professional.......................COWBOY. Cuz thats what he wants to be apparently. But, as of how young he is and how imagintive he is, in a few days he will want to be something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well thats all for my update.&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/6286363771871255789-8981421316437529232?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8981421316437529232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8981421316437529232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8981421316437529232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8981421316437529232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-up-to-date.html' title='Getting Up-To-Date'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/S5REN3L3xZI/AAAAAAAAADI/HJ7R28anN3I/s72-c/Kendi%27s+Camera+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6592584383247211326</id><published>2009-12-30T07:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:47:57.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Szt2BRiudYI/AAAAAAAAADA/SGc2GUeUe9k/s1600-h/Calista-jewelry-box-open-pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421056340731524482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Szt2BRiudYI/AAAAAAAAADA/SGc2GUeUe9k/s320/Calista-jewelry-box-open-pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Szt1p9-tgrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bp18jvJIgvk/s1600-h/christmas-tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421055940343202482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Szt1p9-tgrI/AAAAAAAAAC4/bp18jvJIgvk/s320/christmas-tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a great Christmas this year. I went to my dads house on Christmas Eve. My brother Deven came into town, and we all spent Christmas together. We all got a lot of clothes. My grandma Colleen came down later in the day and she brought us lots of clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after Christmas we all went shopping with the money that Deven and I got for Christmas. First we went to Wal-smack, and I bought a new camera and Deven got a phone. Then we went to the mall and I saw a lot of my friends there. When we all got tired of shopping we went home and ate dinner and did other funn stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I came home and got to open my presents. The whole family got a WII and I got MORE CLOTHES. Yay. Then Allysa, Josh and Daxton came over and my mom let me open my present from them. So I did and I got a jewelry box. It's so pretty and I love it. Iwill keep it forever. So thank you for all of the presents and thank you everyone who got them for me. Love you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. thats not even close to what my box looks like...&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/6286363771871255789-6592584383247211326?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6592584383247211326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6592584383247211326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6592584383247211326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6592584383247211326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Szt2BRiudYI/AAAAAAAAADA/SGc2GUeUe9k/s72-c/Calista-jewelry-box-open-pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-166363908137066847</id><published>2009-12-15T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T07:50:42.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believ it can you?</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it, 2009 will be over in 16 and 1/2 days, Christmas is in 10 days and Mr. Daxton Emery will be 6 months in 9 days.  It's just so amazing. 2009 has been a great year. I think that the best things that happened this year was the birth of my beautiful nephew Daxton Emery Beaumont, Halloween, Thanksgiving, and being with all of my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until 2010 starts.&lt;br /&gt;    Christmas will be so much fun this year, and I can't wait to see my brother, and hang out with my friends and family for this super funn holiday. I can't wait for Daxton to see what his FAVORITE aunt got him. (And yes I am his favorite, not to brag or anything haha). I hope that everyone will have a great Christmas, and a happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-166363908137066847?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/166363908137066847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=166363908137066847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/166363908137066847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/166363908137066847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-cant-believ-it-can-you.html' title='I can&apos;t believ it can you?'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8630010387179986494</id><published>2009-12-03T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:56:26.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving weekend (Sorry it's a little late)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sorry its a little late to be talking about Thanksgiving, but oh well. So, my mom, me, Taisley, Kaytee, and baby Adyn all drove down to Sonoma to visit Kris and Tylre and Zac and EJ. We all had so much fun. I can't even tell you in words how much fun we all had, and I would like to tell everyone how much I am thankful for everyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mommy:&lt;br /&gt;I can't even tell you how much I love you and appreciate you, and&lt;br /&gt;everything that you do for me and Ally and Tais.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;and I had a lot of fun with you on Thanksgiving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like Allysa said, you have been through some pretty wicked stuff through your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I couldn't every ask for a better mom than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dad and Kathy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You guys do so much for me, Brex and Deven. I love you guys so much, and thanks for everything that you do, and for working so hard on everything that you plan for us kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ed and Linda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you so much for everything that you guys do. I have many great memories with you guys. I love you guys and I couldn't ask for better grandparents than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Allysa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Allysa, I can't even tell you in words how much I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You have done so much for me. I love you the way you are, and I hope that you never change. You are so good to Dax, and Josh. I am proud to call you my sister, and I could never ask for another sister better than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taisley:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wow, it seems just like yesterday that I saw you for the very first time. I love you so much. I know that I have been mean to you a lot in your life, but as I am sure you have already noticed, that Allysa and I always used to fight when I was little. I guess like I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;trying to be she was just trying to be the big sister. I love you so much, and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My awesome brother inlaw  (Pretty much) Joshua Alllan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are so cool I can't even tell you how much you mean to me. Your are so good that little boy of yours and so good to Allysa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you so much. And I am glad that you are appart of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hope that no part of you never changes. Your are such a good person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we all love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My beautiful nephew, and the cutes baby of America,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Daxton Emery:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Daxton Emerr Beaumont, you are growing up so fast it makes me so sad to see how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;big you have gotten. I always feel bad that I never get to see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel so bad that I havn't been there a lot for you since you were born. I was so sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that I couldn't see you when you were born, and when I couldn't go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;your blessing. And those are the most important days of your life pretty much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't even tell you how much you mean to me, and how much I love you. I will always be there for you no matter what. You have the greatest mommy and daddy. You are always surrounded with love, and I hope that I will always be your favorite aunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you so much Daxton Emery, and don't you ever forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grandma Pat &amp;amp; Grandpa Larry:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you guys so much. Thank you for everything that you guys do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love to see you guys. I have fond memories of the cabin, at your house and at the bowling ally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I always have so much fun when I am with you guys. I love you guys so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My dearest cuzin Morgan White:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My favorite cuz in the world Morgan White:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You are always there for me no matter what.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have had some really great times together, staying up until 4 a.m. watching movies, and laughing so hard we can't even breath. I love spending time with you, and I know that you will always be there for me. I love you so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Deven:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I know that I have never really told this to you, but you are the greatest older brother anyone could ever have. I love to ang out with you. You always make everything so much fun. I love you so much, and I can't wait to see you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Brexton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you Brex, and there is really no other way to put that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love to play with you when I am with you. We have had our ups and our downs, but that doesn't mean that you will never stop being my brother. You are so great. And don't ever change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are always there for me. I absolutely love hanging out with you. We have had some really AWESOME times. You are like my twin. I love to stay up with you until 4 a.m. watching movies and laughing so hard I can't even breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your are truely my favorite cousin and I love you so much. You are such a great influence for everyone. Thanks for everything that you do for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aspen and Liz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You guys are my best friends. You guys mean so much to me. I love to hang out with you guys, and have fun on the golf coarse with you. I know that sometimes we have our ups and our downs, but we find some possible way to get through it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have been through so much through our lives together, and I hope that we can have more funn memories together in the future. You guys help me so much, and help me get through everything. I love you guys so much, and thanks for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My BFFUTE Tessa Marie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well Tessa, you have been my best friend for 8 and 1/2 years and its been the best. I love you and your family, and everything that they do for me. We will always be best friends, and that will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I love you so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8630010387179986494?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8630010387179986494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8630010387179986494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8630010387179986494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8630010387179986494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving-weekend-sorry-its-little.html' title='Thanksgiving weekend (Sorry it&apos;s a little late)'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6967896586982536478</id><published>2009-11-01T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:17:04.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween this year was a blast. I went to a party at my dads bosses house, and a whole bunch of my friends were there. My cousins and my brother came down from Salt Lake, and we all went to the party together. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Su5O9fJ75RI/AAAAAAAAACw/szCcXBaEiqM/s1600-h/happy_halloween_theme-202347-1230607603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339821505963282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Su5O9fJ75RI/AAAAAAAAACw/szCcXBaEiqM/s320/happy_halloween_theme-202347-1230607603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin Morgan brought her 2 friends down from Richfield and I made very good friends with them. Their names are Shelby and Bailee. After the party, Moran, Bailee, Deven, me my friend Quade, Morgan's little sister, and my cousin Brenden went back to my &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Su5O85fP15I/AAAAAAAAACo/X7hgjCnpSQo/s1600-h/Tinkerbell-Happy-Halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399339811394803602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Su5O85fP15I/AAAAAAAAACo/X7hgjCnpSQo/s320/Tinkerbell-Happy-Halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dads house and we all had a big sleep over. It was such a fun weekend. And in the morning we all got packed up and we went shopping at the mall after Morgan and her friends went home. My cousin Kena and I took pictures in the photo booth, and they came out soooooooooo cute. I wish you could see them. But anyway hope everyone had a great Halloween. Love ya all!!!!!!!!!!&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/6286363771871255789-6967896586982536478?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6967896586982536478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6967896586982536478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6967896586982536478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6967896586982536478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-weekend.html' title='Halloween Weekend'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Su5O9fJ75RI/AAAAAAAAACw/szCcXBaEiqM/s72-c/happy_halloween_theme-202347-1230607603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-980985437365617940</id><published>2009-10-03T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:56:03.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Corn Maze</title><content type='html'>The corn maze was so fun this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to invite Aspen and Liz and we had a blast. We ate dinner, we went and tried to jump over the caution tape, and it didn't work so well for Aspen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388435334153226770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SseRYyNdyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/faHflG5ddoo/s320/Rotary+Summer+Party+at+the+Corn+Maze+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met a few of my friends there, and hung out with them for a little while. And got some great pics as you can see. We played in the corn and went down the slides and went to the petting zoo and got some pics of the pigs and goats and cows. We went to the maze and couldn't find the way out ant we finally did. But Other than the couldn't find our way out of the maze, we had a lot of fun. Aspen colored our hair with purple and orange permanent marker, we had a corn fight and swung on the swings and the rope. We got blisters, but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaytee and Adyn came down and they had lots of fun with us. Grandma and Taisley went to the pumpkin patch and got her a pumpkin. The funnest part of the night I think was swinging on the rope and having corn fights.&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun. Thanks to grandma's Rotary club and grandma and grandpa for taking us out there. We love you so much, Aspen, Kendi and Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-980985437365617940?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/980985437365617940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=980985437365617940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/980985437365617940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/980985437365617940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/10/2009-corn-maze.html' title='2009 Corn Maze'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SseRYyNdyhI/AAAAAAAAACg/faHflG5ddoo/s72-c/Rotary+Summer+Party+at+the+Corn+Maze+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3251072032142960279</id><published>2009-09-26T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:45:19.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie round up parade &amp; Rodeo</title><content type='html'>Saturday sep 19, was the Dixie round up parade.&lt;br /&gt;PIZAZZ dance team got to ride our bike like we do every year, and we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;And after the parade, we went back to Kathy's (my step mom) friend Heather's house, and Heather's daughter Kaycee changed out of our uniforms, and we got ready to go to the rodeo.&lt;br /&gt;At the rodeo, I walked around with my friend Quade, and 2 of his other friends. We circled around the rodeo 3 times then it started to rain, and we all got really bored, and then, I saw one of my friends by the name of Hunter. He has a furturnal (if i spelled that right) twin brother named Fischer, (Ya I know Hunter and Fischer, haha so funny) And if you saw them, you couldn't even tell that they were even related. But anyway, yeah I saw Hunter, and I didn't see Fischer, but after that we had to go home, and we had lot's of fun that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3251072032142960279?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3251072032142960279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3251072032142960279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3251072032142960279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3251072032142960279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/09/dixie-round-up-parade-rodeo.html' title='Dixie round up parade &amp; Rodeo'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3538420989961442923</id><published>2009-09-16T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:43:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZAZZ DANCE TEAM UPCOMING PERFORMANCES 2009-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pizazzdanceteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/pizazz-dance-team-upcoming-performances.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PIZAZZ Dance Team UPCOMING PERFORMANCES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every dancer on the PIZAZZ Dance Team is able to perform several times throughout the year. This is a list of our upcoming performances for this dance season:&lt;br /&gt;**Sat. Sept. 19th— Lion’s Dixie Round-Up Parade--BIKES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;**Tues. Oct. 6th—Huntsman World Senior Games Opening Ceremonies&lt;br /&gt;**OPTIONAL: age 11+ Nov. 21-22, 2009—The PULSE Dance Workshop&lt;br /&gt;**OPTIONAL: Sat., Dec. 22nd—LAS VEGAS BOWL&lt;br /&gt;**Fri. Jan. 15th—Desert Hills High School Basketball Halftime&lt;br /&gt;**Wed. Jan. 20th—Pine View High School Basketball Halftime&lt;br /&gt;**Wed. Jan. 27th—Dixie High School Basketball Halftime&lt;br /&gt;**Wed. Feb. 3rd—Snow Canyon High Basketball Halftime&lt;br /&gt;**Date TBA—Dixie State College Basketball Halftime&lt;br /&gt;**Thurs. Mar. 4th—Dixie High School Jetette Dance Review&lt;br /&gt;**Saturday, March 27, 2010—Dixie Spectacular Competition&lt;br /&gt;**OPTIONAL: Thurs. April 28-Sat. May 1, 2010—California Trip!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;**PIZAZZ Dance Team Review Saturday, May (15? or 22?), 2010&lt;br /&gt;So if you can please come and watch me and my fellow dance team friends dance and have a lot of fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3538420989961442923?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3538420989961442923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3538420989961442923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3538420989961442923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3538420989961442923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/09/pizazz-dance-team-upcoming-performances.html' title='PIZAZZ DANCE TEAM UPCOMING PERFORMANCES 2009-2010'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-7081031641660813444</id><published>2009-08-23T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:05:32.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THe TimE Of OUR LiVEs!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Aspen and I were at the golf course just laying in the grass and I said to her, you know I wish it would rain today. Then 5 minutes later it started to sprinkle, then the wind started to pick up and the rain started to come down faster and then finally it started to rain really hard, so Aspen said lets go to your house, so in the pouring rain we ran for our lives to my house and then on our way there she lost her shoe. I told her to take them off and run like the wind. So we did. And when we got home, we walked in all wet and cold. So I ran to my room and got my big blue blanket and we went outside and watched the rain. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;        After a few minutes of watching the rain and the wind, we went inside and we watched one of the best movie EVER. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373204480357091682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SpF1AaU4yWI/AAAAAAAAACA/-BKiTY83xPA/s320/17again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                                            17 Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205053492191170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SpF1hxa8X8I/AAAAAAAAACI/ERETZ3Pm_U8/s320/hotchocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                       Hot Chocolate, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205605160053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SpF2B4iz63I/AAAAAAAAACQ/o9_9bKsNzrI/s320/RUFFLES.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                   Original Ruffles Chips &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah We did have the time of our lives. &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/6286363771871255789-7081031641660813444?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/7081031641660813444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=7081031641660813444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7081031641660813444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/7081031641660813444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-of-our-lives.html' title='THe TimE Of OUR LiVEs!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SpF1AaU4yWI/AAAAAAAAACA/-BKiTY83xPA/s72-c/17again.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-619293557247458142</id><published>2009-08-14T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:27:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoXk0sHkcTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vciboe-0cPk/s1600-h/Dixie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369949724556423474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoXk0sHkcTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vciboe-0cPk/s320/Dixie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday was our first day of school. I go to Dixie Middle School. My teachers names are...For A day: Keyboarding: Ms. Brindley Blood, Aspire: Mr. Barry Bishop, Integrated Science: Mr. Jeff Williams, P.E. Miss Jill Pace, Pre-Algebra: Mr Joe Randall. And for B day... French: Mrs. Tawny Betts, Aspire: Mr. Barry Bishop, US History: Mr. Richard Goodrich, FACS Exploration: Mrs. Mary Ann Lindsey, by the was FACS stands for Family and Consumer Science, and last but not least.............. Language Arts: Mrs. Beverly Jurca, (You say the C like an S) So yeah all of my teahers are really, really nice. I like school. And Aunt Terra, I am learning some French. And I cant wait to speak it with you.&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/6286363771871255789-619293557247458142?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/619293557247458142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=619293557247458142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/619293557247458142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/619293557247458142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoXk0sHkcTI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Vciboe-0cPk/s72-c/Dixie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2434344382406113358</id><published>2009-08-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:17:09.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizazz Dance Team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoN2oHtEg6I/AAAAAAAAABo/j5q3kXZynIg/s1600-h/pizazz_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369265612390695842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoN2oHtEg6I/AAAAAAAAABo/j5q3kXZynIg/s320/pizazz_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got to go and sign up for Pizazz. Its so much fun. We learn new dances and have a lot of fun. Our Director &amp;amp; coach's name is Christy Whitaker, She is a great dancer and a great coach. We get to preform in different activities, like this year we get to preform in front of lots of people at the world senior games and we get to do a great dance. She is very talented and has some great moves to show us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dance teaches us to challenge ourselves, push beyond where we thought we could go, and help us find out what we are made of. This is what it's all about." Our goals that Christy wants us to set is: To practice our smile while dancing in class, hitting a double pirouette, getting your splits flat, remember to "lift" while practicing and preforming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the purpose of our goals: The Purpose of our goals is to focus our attention. The mind will not reach toward achievement until it has clear objectives. It is then that the switch it turned on, the current begins to flow, and the powerto accomplish becomes reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the following are team goals that Christy would like all of us to work on this year:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Temwork &amp;amp; friendship~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Attitude &amp;amp; self Esteem~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Excellence~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Respect toward self &amp;amp; others~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Responsibility~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Flexibility~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as you can see we have many things that we either have or still need to accomplish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to have such a great time this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why be a Pizazz Dancer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Goals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Balance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Applause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Dicipline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Friendship&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Achievement&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a Clear Mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a Healthy Body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Personal Challenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Stick-to-it-iveness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Expanded Horizons and For something that makes YOU Special!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2434344382406113358?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2434344382406113358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2434344382406113358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2434344382406113358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2434344382406113358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/pizazz-dance-team.html' title='Pizazz Dance Team'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoN2oHtEg6I/AAAAAAAAABo/j5q3kXZynIg/s72-c/pizazz_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-420478438268624812</id><published>2009-08-11T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:31:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days of fun, fun, fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This weekend, Kathy, my little brother and I went to Salt Lake and spent some time with my family. We went school shopping and had so much fun. My cousin Mckena (Kena) and I on the last night we played 3 rounds of Skip-bo and had a blast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoJFTNGARFI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjxIKOxScBY/s1600-h/skip.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368929902013727826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoJFTNGARFI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjxIKOxScBY/s320/skip.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoJFTNGARFI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjxIKOxScBY/s1600-h/skip.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Fashion Place and bought a whole bunch of new clothes and stuff like that for me and my brothers. We also went to my grandpa Jim's and new Gramma Dori's new house. Wow what a nice place. But anyway, we did have so much fun and I hope to do it again another time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoJFTNGARFI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjxIKOxScBY/s1600-h/skip.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-420478438268624812?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/420478438268624812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=420478438268624812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/420478438268624812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/420478438268624812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-days-of-fun-fun-fun.html' title='4 days of fun, fun, fun'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SoJFTNGARFI/AAAAAAAAABg/vjxIKOxScBY/s72-c/skip.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5223216477714535197</id><published>2009-08-02T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:34:18.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss You Kaytee, Josh and Adyn!</title><content type='html'>Well Kaytee and Josh had their house packed up and almost ready to go when David, Jan'l, Me, Mom, Taisley, Grandma, Grandpa and the boys went to say goodbye to Kaytee and Josh. It was a hard time to say goodbye to her and I will me them and I will mis having Girls Night's with Kaytee, and babysitting Adyn. But I think that we are all happy that Josh got a job, and that they can all be together as a family. We will mis you guys, (Kaytee, Josh and Adyn) and we hope to see you soon. Hope to see new posts about your new house and some good pictures. Love you and miss you so much. Hope to see you guys soon.&lt;br /&gt;Kendi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5223216477714535197?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5223216477714535197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5223216477714535197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5223216477714535197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5223216477714535197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/miss-you-kaytee-josh-and-adyn.html' title='Miss You Kaytee, Josh and Adyn!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6644892609165348694</id><published>2009-08-01T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:10:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYq0inI8XI/AAAAAAAAABY/KGpHOR8lvh4/s1600-h/oquirrhtrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365523088191058290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYq0inI8XI/AAAAAAAAABY/KGpHOR8lvh4/s400/oquirrhtrip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend the youth took a trip to the Oquirrah Mountain Temple. We had so much fun. We took a tour through the temple, it's so much fun to go through the temple and to feel the spirit and to do it with the boys and have such a great time with them and the bishop and the leaders and to go through and look at all of the beautiful work and time that has gone into building the temple. After we went through the temple we went to the hotel to check in and get our rooms, then we got ready and went to the Jordan River Temple and did baptisms for the dead. That was very spiritual and everyone felt really good doing it for some of the wards family members. When we were done getting confirmed, we went to go and get something to eat. And when we were in the car, I accidentally rolled down the window with my elbow and started to freak out then I for got how to roll it up again. We hung out at the resturant for a little while. When we were done there we went back to the Hotel and said the prayer and all got locked into our rooms by Mother Gurtrued. (One of the leaders). So it was about maybe 10:00 p.m. and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYp9IqqV7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHFzAJ8iTT8/s1600-h/P7080162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365522136333703090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYp9IqqV7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/NHFzAJ8iTT8/s320/P7080162.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aspen, Lizzy and I were all still awake, then our friend Summer prank called us and on our way up, me and her were making jokes, I love Subway sandwiches I said. I love Subway stake, said Summer. But anyway, she asked me if I had ordered a stake from subway, and I said no. And we hung up. Aspen, Liz and I didn't and I promise, but we didn't go to bed until 1:00 A.M. So we fell asleep, and the next morning we woke up and went down to eat breakfast with the youth. And after breakfast, we all had to go into the hotel's confrance rrom and talked and played games. And we just had a great time. After we left the Hotel for the trip, we went to the Salt Lake City Visitors Center. And after we were done there, all of us went to a party for brother and sister Stout, because they got sealed in the temple and we got to go to the party. The party was one of my favorite parts of the trip. And after the party, the 24 hours of our Oquirrah Mountain Temple trip was over and we were all exausted. And that was the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6644892609165348694?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6644892609165348694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6644892609165348694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6644892609165348694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6644892609165348694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/08/temple-trip.html' title='Temple Trip!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SnYq0inI8XI/AAAAAAAAABY/KGpHOR8lvh4/s72-c/oquirrhtrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-1267887589680871226</id><published>2009-07-28T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:01:24.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cutest Little Boy Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Sm9zHOGQD6I/AAAAAAAAABA/J3CiSBk4-QM/s1600-h/dax1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363632249102143394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Sm9zHOGQD6I/AAAAAAAAABA/J3CiSBk4-QM/s320/dax1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry I didn't post this earlier, but I became an aunt on June 24th 2009 at 10:35 p.m. He is the cutest baby boy I have ever seen. He is now 1 month and 4 days old today. He looks just like his daddy, and he loves to move around. I love him so much and everything about him. Josh is very proud of Allysa and Daxton, and is so happy to be a daddy, and Allysa the proudest mom. And Daxton Emery Beaumont the cutest baby of America. His grandma, grandpa's and Meem'z all love him so much, and so does the rest of his family. (Including me of coarse).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-1267887589680871226?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1267887589680871226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=1267887589680871226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1267887589680871226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1267887589680871226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/07/cutest-little-boy-ever.html' title='The Cutest Little Boy Ever'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Sm9zHOGQD6I/AAAAAAAAABA/J3CiSBk4-QM/s72-c/dax1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8021294483248159645</id><published>2009-07-05T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:46:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week's worth of funn!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week. I went to grandma camp with all of my cousins and my brither's and my grandma Colleen. As I am sure you all know about Cuz'n Camp that grandma Linda does. But this is a little different.&lt;br /&gt;We went to lagoon and had a lot of fun. We all waited for the Wicked to open all day and it finally opened at the last part of the day. So fun.&lt;br /&gt;Then we made scrapbooks and the girls got their's done in the first night.&lt;br /&gt;Then on Thursday we went to Cherry Hill and it rained so we didn't get to go swimming but we played miniature golf. That was way fun. Then we ended the week by going to the 4th of July parade in Richfield and I guess that Tylre was there to. So yeah. But that was way way fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8021294483248159645?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8021294483248159645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8021294483248159645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8021294483248159645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8021294483248159645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/07/weeks-worth-of-funn.html' title='A week&apos;s worth of funn!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4416309897283791610</id><published>2009-06-12T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T09:59:34.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allysa's Baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Allysa's baby shower was soo much fun. We all had nicknames, and if you said the other's real name then that person got to take your clip. And whoever had the most clips got a prize. But we had three winners. I can't remember who won. Then we all got to put money into this little piggy bank that plays twinkle twinkle little star everytime you put money into it. The we all had to guess how much money was in the bank and whoever got right or close to how much was in the piggy bank wins all. And guess who won ALL. ME. And let me tell you. I did win ALL. all as in the laundry soap ALL. Ya funny right? The she opened preasents. And she got some way cute stuff. But yeah we had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her baby is due June 24. To be named Daxton Emery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4416309897283791610?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4416309897283791610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4416309897283791610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4416309897283791610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4416309897283791610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/06/allysas-baby-shower.html' title='Allysa&apos;s Baby shower'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5732558470894310201</id><published>2009-05-27T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:58:27.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, I was with my dad in Park City for our Jorgansen Family Reunion. (I hope I spelled that right, haha.)&lt;br /&gt;We spent lots of time with the family and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went on the logest Zip rider in the world. It was 550 feet high off the ground, and 2,350 feet steep. I wasn't scared at all, and neither was my brother or my cousins. My uncle Gray wasso scared that on the way up just on the Ski lift,he was white nuckled and freaking out. And on the way down on the Zip Rider, we saw him from the ground, and he was taking huge breaths in and out, in and out. So funny, sort of scary, but soooo fun. And it's all worth it in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5732558470894310201?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5732558470894310201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5732558470894310201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5732558470894310201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5732558470894310201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6529939198592037969</id><published>2009-04-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T13:19:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting over a cold!!!</title><content type='html'>Poor everyone, ok, first it was Grandma Linda, then it was my mom and then it was me. Ya I know what your thinking, oh poor girl. Ya I know how you feel. But on the bright side I got to miss school and it's also a good time to do my homework. Haha, yaaaaay me, kind'a. But anyway, it wasn't very fun. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6529939198592037969?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6529939198592037969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6529939198592037969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6529939198592037969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6529939198592037969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-over-cold.html' title='Getting over a cold!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-6352314660040710737</id><published>2009-03-25T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:48:40.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David Archuleta Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/ScrZlWikHjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ucU2BxQp44Y/s1600-h/c6709fedb7ef1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317301545793232434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/ScrZlWikHjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ucU2BxQp44Y/s200/c6709fedb7ef1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Tuesday March 24, My friends Riley, Lizzy and I went to the David Archuleta Concert. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much fun. I got a poster. When he was up on stage, he waved to us twice and we were screaming so loud. I had so much fun. He is so cute. I cant wait to go another concert. If I ever do. But anyway, this was his first time in St. George. So it was a pretty good time for him. A girl named Amy opened up, and said that she would sing a couple of songs and ended up singing 6. She had a pretty good voice, But the only reason that she sang 6 is because David accidentally locked himself in his dressing room and he couldn't get out. But then Amy got off stage and then the band came out, and everyone started screaming. And then............................................... he came out. And after the concert was over, we were walking up the steps and I looked at my friends, and I said, hey guys I want to go and sneak backstage, and then I stopped and said, although, if I do I might get thrown in Archuleta Jail. LOL. But other than that, it was WAY, WAY WAY FUN&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOHOOO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-6352314660040710737?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/6352314660040710737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=6352314660040710737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6352314660040710737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/6352314660040710737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/david-archulta-concert.html' title='David Archuleta Concert'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/ScrZlWikHjI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ucU2BxQp44Y/s72-c/c6709fedb7ef1352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5468785550817000212</id><published>2009-03-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:33:17.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317303097059271858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Scra_pdNZLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iZUrZryqzXw/s200/3176430808_5f6bf58445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;On Friday, my cousin Mckena and our friends Paige, Emmy and I all went to wal-mart and bought Twilight. I am so exited. Yay. I watched it this morning. It's so good. My favorite part it the baseball scene. And I love, love, love Emmett. He is soooooo &lt;em&gt;HOT&lt;/em&gt;... not so much Jasper and Edward. But anyway, we waited two hours in line then, at Midnight '0 one. The line started moving. My mom bought it for me instead. I love it. Watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5468785550817000212?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5468785550817000212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5468785550817000212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5468785550817000212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5468785550817000212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight The Movie'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/Scra_pdNZLI/AAAAAAAAAA4/iZUrZryqzXw/s72-c/3176430808_5f6bf58445.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5853117645332810872</id><published>2009-03-15T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:16:20.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlz nite with Kaytee</title><content type='html'>Last night, Kaytee and I had a girls night. We had soooooooooooooo much fun. We watched Penelope. So cute. But I don't think that it's for boy's. Bradock fell asleep, so we assumed that he got bored.&lt;br /&gt;I had soooo much fun Kaytee. Thanks for a great night! Let's do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5853117645332810872?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5853117645332810872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5853117645332810872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5853117645332810872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5853117645332810872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/girlz-nite-with-kaytee.html' title='Girlz nite with Kaytee'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-5662399668440154662</id><published>2009-03-03T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:03:39.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are you today!</title><content type='html'>On Monday March 2, Taisley and I put on a play for family home evening. It's called You are you today! It's a play on being yourself. And this is how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would you want to be someone else,&lt;br /&gt;When you could be better by being yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why pretend to be someone you are not&lt;br /&gt;When you have something that they haven’t got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating yourself of the life you have to live&lt;br /&gt;Deprives others of that only which you can give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have much more to offer by being just you.&lt;br /&gt;Then walking around in someone else’s shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to live the life of another is a mistake&lt;br /&gt;It is a masquerade; nothing more than a fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself and let your qualities show through.&lt;br /&gt;Others will love you more for just being you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that god loves you just as you are.&lt;br /&gt;To him you are already a bright shinning star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends will love you more too&lt;br /&gt;If you spend time practicing just being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you are you, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is youer than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-5662399668440154662?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/5662399668440154662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=5662399668440154662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5662399668440154662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/5662399668440154662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-you-today.html' title='You are you today!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-1067070079294421532</id><published>2009-02-26T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:02:59.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemons and Sugar</title><content type='html'>This should probably be taped to your bathroom mirror&lt;br /&gt;where one could read it every day.&lt;br /&gt;You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.&lt;br /&gt;1. There are at least two people in this worldthat you would die for.&lt;br /&gt;2. At least 15 people in this worldlove you in some way.&lt;br /&gt;3. The only reason anyone would ever hate youis because they want to be just like you.&lt;br /&gt;4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone,even if they don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about youbefore they go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;6. You mean the world to someone.&lt;br /&gt;7. You are special and unique.&lt;br /&gt;8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.&lt;br /&gt;9. When you make the biggest mistake ever,something good comes from it.&lt;br /&gt;10. When you think the world has turned its back on youtake another look.&lt;br /&gt;11. Always remember the compliments you received. forget about the rude remarks.  So......... If you are a loving friend,send this to everyone, including the one that sent it to you. If you get it back, then they really do love you.&lt;br /&gt;And always remember.... when life hands you Lemons, ask for Sugar and call me over!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD FRIENDS ARE LIKE STARS. You don't always see them,&lt;br /&gt;But you know they are always there. '&lt;br /&gt;Whenever God Closes One Door He Always Opens Another,&lt;br /&gt;Even Though Sometimes It's bad in the Hallway'  &lt;br /&gt;I would rather have one rose and a kind word from a friend while I'm here than a whole truckload when I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;Forward to all your friends. And don't tell me you're too busy for this..&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know the phrase 'stop and smell the flowers'? See how many 'bouquets' you end up with.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPIENESS KEEPS YOU SWEET,&lt;br /&gt;TRIALS KEEP YOU STRONG,&lt;br /&gt;SORROWS KEEP YOU HUMAN,&lt;br /&gt;LIFE KEEPS YOU HUMBLE,&lt;br /&gt;SUCCESS KEEPS YOU GLOWING,&lt;br /&gt;BUT ONLY GOD KEEPS YOU GOING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-1067070079294421532?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/1067070079294421532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=1067070079294421532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1067070079294421532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/1067070079294421532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/lemons-and-sugar.html' title='Lemons and Sugar'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4676969062103825302</id><published>2009-02-25T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:58:19.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A True Boyfriend... what a real man would do!</title><content type='html'>• Stay on the phone with her even if shes not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;• When she's mad hug her tight and don't let go then kiss her&lt;br /&gt;• When she says she's ok dont believe it talk with her&lt;br /&gt;• Never cheat on her because 10 yrs later she'll remember you&lt;br /&gt;• Call her at 12:00am on her birthday to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;• Call her before you sleep and after you wake up&lt;br /&gt;• Treat her like a person and not something to show off for&lt;br /&gt;• Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;br /&gt;• Stay up all night with her when she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;• Watch her favorite movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;• TRUST HER WITH HER GUY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;• Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;• When she's bored and sad, hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;• Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;• Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;• When she runs up at you crying, the first thing you say is; 'Who's butt am I kicking babe?'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4676969062103825302?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4676969062103825302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4676969062103825302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4676969062103825302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4676969062103825302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/true-boyfriend-what-real-man-would-do.html' title='A True Boyfriend... what a real man would do!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-8375339768108226020</id><published>2009-02-25T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:39:53.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>5 things I was doing 5 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanging out with my best friend in the world&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to the 2nd grade&lt;br /&gt;3. Doing homework&lt;br /&gt;4. Taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;5. Having fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I did today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to school&lt;br /&gt;2 Went to an assembly and watched a kid dance with fire&lt;br /&gt;3. Hung out with my friends&lt;br /&gt;4. Did my homework&lt;br /&gt;5. Checked my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do with a million dollars:&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy a Chrysler 300 for my mom&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy my own laptop&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy my best friend the best preasent she could ever ask for/a horse (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;4. send my mom to California to see Aunt Kris E again&lt;br /&gt;5. Send my mom on a vacation to Hawii (BUT SHE WOULD HAVE TO TAKE ME!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Hurricane (one of the best places ever)&lt;br /&gt;2. St. George&lt;br /&gt;3. Washington&lt;br /&gt;4. St. George&lt;br /&gt;5. Greenvally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i want to be doing in 5 years:&lt;br /&gt;1. Driving&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;3. Buying my own house&lt;br /&gt;4. Living with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Working at the mall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-8375339768108226020?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/8375339768108226020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=8375339768108226020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8375339768108226020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/8375339768108226020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2427001643824300140</id><published>2009-02-23T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:35:19.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Combined Young men, Young women's Fire side</title><content type='html'>On Sunday February 22. The Bloomington 7th ward, and all of the other wards went to a fireside at the Stake Center. A man got up and bore his testimony. He told us about his life and how he became a true Mormon. He grew up as a Christian. And as he got older, he had some mormon friends. They asked him to attened church with them on Sunday's. He didn't know what to do, so he went to his mom and asked her her oppinion. She told him "that would be fine if he went to church, but if he went on his mission, he would not be aloud back into her home."&lt;br /&gt;         After about three years of attending the LDS Church, he desided to go on a mission. He told his mom, and she told him again, "if you go on your mission, you will not be aloud back into this home." But he went on his mission anyway. His mother was a divorsed woman and had remarried befor he went on his mission. While on his mission, he got a call from his mother. And this is what he said, "mom, you can't call me on my mission." And she said, well, I'm not a mormon, so i don't have to follow those rules. She explained to him that his step-father went in for a cat-scan and they found a tumor. And that she needed him to come home right now. He told her, "I need to talk to my mission keader before I can just leave and that he would call her the next morning. He went to his leader, and explained that his father had been sick. And that he needed to go home. But he didn't know what to do. His mission leader told him, "go and pray to God and Heavenly Father and ask them what you should do. So that night he went and prayed to them and the next day his mother called him and said, you will never guess what happened. she said, I got a call from the hospital and they said that the tumor was gone. The guy went back to his mission leader and said, "you will never guess what happened." His mission leader said, stop right there. I know what happened. God answered your prayer. And has healed your father. He said yes, he has been healed. You were right. My heavenly father in heaven has answered my prayers and has healed the pain from my father and for my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2427001643824300140?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2427001643824300140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2427001643824300140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2427001643824300140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2427001643824300140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/02/combined-young-men-young-womens-fire.html' title='Combined Young men, Young women&apos;s Fire side'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-2242598725441751281</id><published>2009-01-25T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:50:15.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 signs you love someone!!!</title><content type='html'>ELEVEN&lt;br /&gt;You walk really slow when you're with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN&lt;br /&gt;You feel shy whenever they're around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE&lt;br /&gt;You smile when you hear their voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT&lt;br /&gt;When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX&lt;br /&gt;They're all you think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE&lt;br /&gt;You realize you're always smiling when your looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR&lt;br /&gt;You would do anything for them, just to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO&lt;br /&gt;You were so busy thinking about them, you didn't notice number seven was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE&lt;br /&gt;You just scrolled up to check and are now silently laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS 11 SIGNS YOU LOVE SOMEONE, SO IF THERE WAS ONE PERSON ON YOUR MIND THIS WHOLE TIME TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM. GO ON TELL THEM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-2242598725441751281?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/2242598725441751281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=2242598725441751281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2242598725441751281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/2242598725441751281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2009/01/11-signs-you-love-someone.html' title='11 signs you love someone!!!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-4659115059447512861</id><published>2008-12-22T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:57:16.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More braces</title><content type='html'>"HOLY CROW." I got my braces off last Wednesday, December 17th I am soooooo happy. My retainer is red and black, and on it, it sais Hurricane Tigers. I'm not, but I am going to be one day. I love not having my braces on anymore. YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-4659115059447512861?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/4659115059447512861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=4659115059447512861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4659115059447512861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/4659115059447512861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-more-braces.html' title='No More braces'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-3365087969876663847</id><published>2008-10-18T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:23:46.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn Maze trouble!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SPqs2Y-G7XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCfLAiwABWo/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258705565324340594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SPqs2Y-G7XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCfLAiwABWo/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once upon a time, Zac came for a visit. We went to the Corn Maze. We had a lot of fun. We took some pictures. As I am sure you can see. When we were there, Zac, me, grandma, grandpa and Taisley went through the maze. Grandma and Grandpa let Zac and I go together, and grandma, grandpa and Taisley went together. Zac and I want through it 11 times. we told grandma and grandpa to meet us back at the entrence of the maze at 8:00 P.M. When we came out they weren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited, and we waited. But they never came. So Zac got the idea to go into the maze and look for them. And.............................. he came out screaming. So we waited a little bit longer. And he went in again. Now I was scared the first time. But after he came out screaming, I didn't want to NOW. So again he went in alone. And this time, he came out just fine. So again, we waited longer. Then the tractor came around the corner. Zac wanted to get on it. But I said no, because what if grandma, grandpa and Taisley came out of the maze and they started waiting for us? So we stayed. Then a couple of minutes later, after the next group had gone into the maze. The tractor came around the corner, and guess who was on it? Grandpa Ed. Oh, we were so mad. Turns out they had all gone to the pumpkin patch without us. And we wanted a pumpkin to you know. So w e waited all that time for nothing. And thats the story of the corn maze trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-3365087969876663847?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/3365087969876663847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=3365087969876663847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3365087969876663847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/3365087969876663847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/zacs-visit.html' title='Corn Maze trouble!'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/SPqs2Y-G7XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/RCfLAiwABWo/s72-c/IMG_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6286363771871255789.post-807762681890356642</id><published>2008-10-11T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:57:36.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to My Blogspot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6286363771871255789-807762681890356642?l=kendihansen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/feeds/807762681890356642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6286363771871255789&amp;postID=807762681890356642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/807762681890356642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6286363771871255789/posts/default/807762681890356642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kendihansen.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-my-blogspot.html' title='Welcome to My Blogspot'/><author><name>Kendi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12789845564861741538</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_34RGXtOaT4M/TEyj0rp9CjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zMsKdXp5CmI/S220/Kendi%27s+Camera+465.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
