<?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-3773272029365959165</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:36:08.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker Post</title><subtitle type='html'>.:.Est 2010.:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-2612011420513504724</id><published>2010-06-16T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:09:14.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;So when i made my blog it was a long time ago and i didnt use a gmail account. Now in order to leave comments of any sort i have to type in my gmail account which has no blog connected to it. Confusing. So problem solved and i am making  new one. Oh well!!! New start getting married... new blog? Why not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It is bryandaudparker.blogspot.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-2612011420513504724?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/2612011420513504724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=2612011420513504724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2612011420513504724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2612011420513504724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog.'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-6207476347809182753</id><published>2010-06-11T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:18:51.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new home... well.. for a bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TBMJCAYpfnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rFDVQON3W6I/s1600/baton-rouge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TBMJCAYpfnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rFDVQON3W6I/s320/baton-rouge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481735101507796594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, Change of plans. No to Oklahoma, yes to Louisiana! Bryant has already left to go to Baton Rouge for work and I have stayed back for work myself. I haven't been doing anything really except for getting allergy shots EVRY DAY which leave me with really pretty bruises on the back of my arms. Anyway, I have to go up to Utah to watch an audition for company members for the studio I work for at the end of June. So after that I can reunite with my man friend. Bryant's description of our new home is, "sweaty nasty hot" Oh how perfect for my sweet frizzy hair. Can't wait!................ ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-6207476347809182753?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/6207476347809182753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=6207476347809182753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/6207476347809182753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/6207476347809182753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-new-home-well-for-bit.html' title='Our new home... well.. for a bit'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TBMJCAYpfnI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rFDVQON3W6I/s72-c/baton-rouge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-2583704110364342926</id><published>2010-06-06T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:57:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as of late</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TAyJ0dVJjSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nDD8C5goemo/s1600/aud_0464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TAyJ0dVJjSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nDD8C5goemo/s320/aud_0464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479906380922588450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  The day finally came.. and Bryant and I are married! Holy the craziest process ever. It started with my mom coming up to Utah so many times a month to help find things for the wedding because i was still in school, (THANKS MOM) and it felt like it would never end. School ended really well an i can't wait to get my last year of school over with! Anyway, Bryant had to leave on the second, the day after our open house in utah to head o Kansas for work. Which sucked.. but it was fun to pick him up from the airport three days before the wedding. It made seeing him that much better. After moving everything out of my house in Provo, and taking it to Bryant's parents basement...and pulling a few muscles in the process... sorry mom.  My mom and i were on our way to Vegas. We spent at least 3/4 of the next three weeks or so in the car running errands. Seriously.. it was awful. BUT.. definitely worth it. After picking Bryant up Wednesday night, we headed to the temple thursday night for me to take out my own endowments. It was so amazing to have family and Bryant there. I loved it. (Susan said now I'm a part of the club. Sweet :]) Friday was pretty relaxed. We had some finishing up to do on the lights and things but thats about it! I was so excited that night i am surprised i actually got some sleep! We woke up, got ready, and headed to the temple. On our way we got a phone call from my best friend, and maid of honor, Tiana's mom saying they cancelled Tiana's flight from New York and wouldn't be making it to the wedding. I absolutely had my cry, but just reminded myself that we were on our way to the temple to be sealed to each other forever and eternity... The session before couldn't have gone quick enough. I didn't start getting nervous until we got in there.  Once it was done, Bryant and i talked to the sealer for a bit then he left to see if everything was ready. Those 5 minutes were the longest of my life!!!!! It was so amazing and i couldn't have asked for anything more. I am so grateful for my heavenly father and for blessing me with such and amazing family and an amazing husband. Husband. Husband. Husband..... Weird. The reception was stunning!!!! Thank you so much Marleah. I was so amazed by everything that was done! It was so beautiful and so fun. Thank you everyone who made it out. The day was Perfect. I still can't believe i am married. It hasn't sunk in yet... But I'm sure it will soon. I'll stop babbling for now and save the honeymoon for a different post :] MARRIED! Woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TAyIr0Mgr5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tjo7bXUdtDQ/s1600/aud_4969.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TAyIr0Mgr5I/AAAAAAAAAH8/tjo7bXUdtDQ/s320/aud_4969.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479905132929920914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-2583704110364342926?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/2583704110364342926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=2583704110364342926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2583704110364342926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2583704110364342926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-as-of-late.html' title='Life as of late'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/TAyJ0dVJjSI/AAAAAAAAAIE/nDD8C5goemo/s72-c/aud_0464.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-8917111371784239266</id><published>2010-04-05T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:18:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spensive...</title><content type='html'>Marriage licenses cost &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;$60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just F.Y.I..... &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/3773272029365959165-8917111371784239266?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/8917111371784239266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=8917111371784239266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/8917111371784239266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/8917111371784239266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/04/spensive.html' title='Spensive...'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-2096771444939210708</id><published>2010-03-11T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T09:25:39.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work out goal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/S7oO4YmLGGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vyHTwPwGfvc/s1600/scary_buff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/S7oO4YmLGGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vyHTwPwGfvc/s320/scary_buff.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456690260350802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's time to get in shape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What do you guys think? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Yikes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-2096771444939210708?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/2096771444939210708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=2096771444939210708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2096771444939210708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/2096771444939210708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-out-goal.html' title='Work out goal.'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/S7oO4YmLGGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vyHTwPwGfvc/s72-c/scary_buff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-5004179932362744461</id><published>2010-03-03T09:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T09:46:25.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En-Gah-Ged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/S46eIvBIAGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OlWIVd6OqCQ/s1600-h/DSC00632.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/_VzrtKySwuTI/S46eIvBIAGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OlWIVd6OqCQ/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444462872434835554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep! We are Engaged! I am so excited to finally say that Bryant and I are engaged! (Even though it actually happened in january) But none the less, It is for real! Now for the much asked for story...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryant and I decided to go out to dinner Friday after school and work and maybe hang out with our friends Colby and Shauni later that night. After dinner, Bryant said he was getting pretty tired, so I called off our plans with Colby and Shauni to just go hang out at his house. Well... That Friday was one of the biggest snow storms this winter and we couldnt pass that up. Earlier in the last week we had planned on going up to American Fork Canyon and about half way up Bry realized he was going to run out of gas if we went any higher, so we flipped a B and turned around. So we decided to try the canyon again..... in a snow storm.... We packed up our gear and some sweet glow sticks and trucked up the road in his families Suburban. I'm not tryna drive my car up there... I don't do the canyon.. especially in the snow. ANYWAY... We got up to the canyon and packed on all of our coats and boots and set out into the black abyss with my blue, and his green glow stick. After marching around and trecking around in the hip high snow and writing notes in the snow and making them glow from underneath with our glow sticks (you should try it. It's Sweeet) for a while we decided to head back home. I sat in the car with my legs hangin out so my man friend could take off my big O boots.. not because im a snob.. but because I was seriously wrapped like the kid on a Christmas story and I couldnt reach them.. Theeeeeennnnn we started Smooooching..... and while we were smooooching, he grabbed my hand slowly and put my ring on! We were sill smoooching so I didnt even look at it forever cause I was so excited! He got on his knee and asked me if I would marry him... then he looked at my ring and I saw..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side story#1: Bryant is majoring in architectural engineering and he has had to draw little houses on weird paper. He uses this purple tape to stick the corners of his paper down. We have always written cute little notes to each other and hidden them in places where we would later smile cheezily and look forward to writing one back later. Soo.. That is kind of a thing we do... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I saw a little purple note wrapped around my ing that said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Will you marry me? [] Yes? [] or... Yes?" Perfection. Obviously I said yes and made our way happily down the mountain where I waited for service to call my mom because she threatened me with my life about being the first person I call. Yes a masta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side story#2: I am impatient. That is all. The week before he proposed I broke down and came and asked if I could just have my ring. "Can I have it? Do you have it? Can I just have it please?" I believe it went something like that. He told me he didnt have it yet and I believed him. And he was not lying. He got the ring Friday morning that was supposed to be mailed from Vegas a week and a half earlier which explains my breakdown, and proposed that night. So nice :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the epically long post... but it had to be done. We are so excited to be married in the Las Vegas temple on May 22, 2010. Wedding plans are coming along well!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Audge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-5004179932362744461?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/5004179932362744461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=5004179932362744461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/5004179932362744461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/5004179932362744461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2010/03/en-gah-ged.html' title='En-Gah-Ged'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/S46eIvBIAGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OlWIVd6OqCQ/s72-c/DSC00632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-6036827485264715164</id><published>2009-11-24T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:31:00.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You did what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok so this will be a quick post.. but a post none the less. So we have this big research paper due on Nov. 2 at least the first draft, and at the last minute my teacher changes the due date to the 4th. I had already finished mine( Because i was on the ball for once) so i asked if i could turn it in on monday still so she could start reading it. I had a bad feeling when i was turning it in but i felt like perhaps it was because all of my frustrations of that hellish paper where being turned in. Each day when she was handing papers back that she had finished i was wondering why i hadn't gotten mine back. I got to my dance history class yesterday morning, and she said she gave "The last of them out". I'm sorry? The last of them? No. so i walked up to her calmly.... i think... and said umm Angie? I didn't get mine back? She then looked at my like i was dumb and them i continued to explain my early submission of the paper. she then had some choice words in her frustration and told me to go print off another and bring it to her. &lt;b&gt;SHE LOST MY PAPER!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Ugh. So i went to the other side of campus to print another, and i walk into her office right as she find my ORIGINAL copy in her mess of an office. She finished it last night and this is what i got written on it...... (keep in mind that mine was one of the good ones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SwxBOfEK4pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DzRn5_biG_s/s1600/Photo+186.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/_VzrtKySwuTI/SwxBOfEK4pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DzRn5_biG_s/s320/Photo+186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407768969678086802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;There was that much writing if not more on the back of every single paper. What the crap. A week and a half left. Praise. Im leaving for thanksgiving tomorrow afternoon!!! YAY for me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;See everyone this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-6036827485264715164?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/6036827485264715164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=6036827485264715164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/6036827485264715164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/6036827485264715164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-did-what.html' title='You did what?!'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SwxBOfEK4pI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DzRn5_biG_s/s72-c/Photo+186.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-1857985275151012188</id><published>2009-11-07T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:25:40.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My School Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So.. I know that it has been forever and i also know that i say that every time i post... but none the less here i am. This semester has been by far the hardest of my college life. Dance history is going to be the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; of me. And I'm all kinds of confused between what is ethical and unethical in my ethics and values class. BUT my ethics teacher is the coolest dude. He seriously comes to class in velcro sandals, multiple toe rings, He has long shoulder length &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt; hair that has ringlets in it.. natural i think.. acid washed jeans, legit ones, and over sized button up short sleeved shirts. He is amazing and i look forward to going to his class every other day. So far in CDE(Contemporary Dance Ensemble) We are learning dances up the ying yang. Out concert isn't till next March which sucks.. but at east we will have time to prepare! Maybe.. I miss not going home as much this year but at least it is going by fast. I'm so excited for Thanksgiving to get here. Reasons: Bryant is coming with me to meet the Kingham side. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;DUN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;DUn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dun&lt;/span&gt;... I get to see my family, and relaxation time before finals a few weeks later. I have been teaching at some studios in Lindon and Pleasant Grove and i am having an amazing time. I am almost finished with one of their dances! What else... oh yes.. our sad little puppy Renee finally passed away, she was my favorite. She was 17 1/2 years old! I can't believe she made it that long but we love her and miss her. Living at Arlington in Provo is really nice.. but i want to&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; slash everyones tires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;who don't know how to parallel park correctly an leave 3/4 of a car length in front and in back of them. I am slowly but surly getting used to these Utah winters. Even though i hate getting the ice off of the windows and crap.. it is better than the bitter cold, dry wind in Vegas. Well! Thats about it for now.. I cant wait for this semester to be over so that i can have my life back, and be done with dance history! Here are some cute pictures just for fun.. Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYYbUC7rPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gpf0V8cz9iI/s1600-h/DSC00516.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/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYYbUC7rPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gpf0V8cz9iI/s320/DSC00516.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401531660594031858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;My Cute Little Niece. I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYYBdABAOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/duWZ71LA00E/s1600-h/DSC00565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYYBdABAOI/AAAAAAAAAF8/duWZ71LA00E/s320/DSC00565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401531216321118434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bryant and I went to bear lake with his family over Memorial Day Weekend. So pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYXr6XhFRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t2tqWlGytdM/s1600-h/DSC00564.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/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYXr6XhFRI/AAAAAAAAAF0/t2tqWlGytdM/s320/DSC00564.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401530846247195922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; The most amazing video ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a27b9192dfb023a6" 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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da27b9192dfb023a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846557%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AF943B85F48D6515A6B6C52B10958F3704FE167.3B394194A5FD9338947915B30DEF4FD74AAAB471%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da27b9192dfb023a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcf7Hz3fbVuOSne4--IIqQMLjSVo&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://v22.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da27b9192dfb023a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331846557%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5AF943B85F48D6515A6B6C52B10958F3704FE167.3B394194A5FD9338947915B30DEF4FD74AAAB471%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da27b9192dfb023a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcf7Hz3fbVuOSne4--IIqQMLjSVo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-1857985275151012188?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/1857985275151012188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=1857985275151012188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/1857985275151012188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/1857985275151012188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-school-year.html' title='Oh My School Year.'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SvYYbUC7rPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Gpf0V8cz9iI/s72-c/DSC00516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-4317969168029744840</id><published>2009-08-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:12:14.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Moving Out</title><content type='html'>As the great Billy Joel would say, I'm movin out! (In a wonderful tune) I am finally out of Parkway/Wolverine Crossing. It took for freaking ever. Good thing i had Bryant hauling ALL of my crap down to the car, and my mom and Aunt Susan scrubbing every nook and cranny. They are awesome. My friends Lexie and Whitney who i will be living with in the fall, and letting me store all of my crap in their house now until we get to move into out new one in two weeks. It seriously takes up a whole wall and then some. I didn't realize i had so much stuff. One thing i will never do though, is be last out of an apartment or house. It was horrible! I am sure when the other girls left they cleaned but there was still stuff in the cupboards and things on the carpet. So when everyone left, i got all my stuff out, and some of their stuff they left, and there was so much dirt and grossness. Oh well i really didn't have to scrub anything cause the two ladies were so efficient. AAAAnyway... I am moved out and all is well. Now if only i could teleport all of my stuff to the new house. I'll let you know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe summer is almost over. I'm freakin out. But i am so glad i have been able to come home as much as i have this summer so i can spend time with my cute litte lady neice. AND i have conned Bryant into coming home with me a few times. Meeting the family one get together at a time. Still workin on the Kingham side. Maybe next time... er....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSD-oOZKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QkGpaF0ubjc/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSD-oOZKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QkGpaF0ubjc/s320/DSC00517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365058168078019090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 She thinks i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDt69xrcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/myohchBkxu4/s1600-h/DSC00538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDt69xrcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/myohchBkxu4/s320/DSC00538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365057881050820034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                             Best Family picture Ever. The next one was nice.. but not as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDkRmUe0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/DYhHhd8mdSU/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDkRmUe0I/AAAAAAAAAFc/DYhHhd8mdSU/s320/DSC00545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365057715327761218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Everyone was making fun of my square toes. Made for dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDdII1WmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Y71zmAZo0Y/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSDdII1WmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Y71zmAZo0Y/s320/DSC00537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365057592529082978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Grandma asking Bekki to tell her stories..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3773272029365959165-4317969168029744840?l=audreykathryn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/feeds/4317969168029744840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3773272029365959165&amp;postID=4317969168029744840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/4317969168029744840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3773272029365959165/posts/default/4317969168029744840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://audreykathryn.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-moving-out.html' title='I&apos;m Moving Out'/><author><name>Audrey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10369719951626690190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzrtKySwuTI/SnSD-oOZKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QkGpaF0ubjc/s72-c/DSC00517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3773272029365959165.post-5231817694523918584</id><published>2009-05-29T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:58:03.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start and Espana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So i have decided i am going to be better at blogging. Probably won't happen.. but i will try! I finished this last semester with not so awesome grades. BUT the directors say my sophomore spring and junior fall will be the hardest semesters so it's ok, right? Oh well.  After the semester was out, i headed straight for Spain. For three weeks! It was so amazing. By the last two days i was definitely ready to head back to the Americas where i didn't have to wonder what was in the food. My poor friend April (a vegetarian) was miserable. They are OBSESSED with meat. Seriously. She would tell the waiter she didnt eat meat, so they would bring her a salad.....full of tuna. And they were so offended if you didnt eat everything! I couldnt do it for long. After the first night of legit spanish food, the toilet was my best friend. Ick. After that, i learned that my best bet was to stick with Burger King and Pizza Hut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We ended up walking 10 miles AT LEAST every day. (May be an exaggeration) But my shins sure appreciated it when i got back. Supa strong. Smething else i am going to complain about, is my allergies! They were the worst they have every been ever ever in my life in Spain. I felt like my face weighed 82 pounds all day every day. But enough complaining.. The trip was absolutely amazing and im so glad i had a chance to go. We went to over 11 cities and got to perform and take classes in two conservatories. The dancers in the first one in Caceres (pernounced Cathares. Strange? Yes.) were really great at flamenco and not so strong in modern and ballet, and it was opposite at the one in Madrid. My director said the the conservatory we went to in Madrid was like the Juliard or Spain. So that was pretty neat. The buildings were soo beautiful and the little streets made me realize why NO ONE had a car bigger than a Ford Focus. Oh! And i was also the designated nail do-er. I probably did twenty sets of nails! Its ok though.. it gave me some practice. It was a once in a lifetime experiance and i am so thankful i got to go. I will never forget it. Thanks parents! :] Well here are some fun pictures of some crazy castles and the beautiful buildings we saw everyday. 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