<?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-1117313589423007913</id><updated>2011-11-17T11:11:08.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest is Still Unwritten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-2017916142081657339</id><published>2011-02-16T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T18:07:51.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verge</title><content type='html'>So technically I can't say anything bad about said employer but anyone who has or currently works there can relate. So I started job with said employer 3 days ago, after a disappointing few days with Bannock County, but, chin-up, things will get better. BAck to my story... so today we had a visitor from the sales guy who happens to be and ex's brother (long story) when he realizes who I am he relates one of the worst mistakes I have ever made in my life. Let's rewind to the summer of 2003. I was "Taking off all my clothes" because I was "in da Club" living it up. I was dating a really nice guy that was in love with me. I had always had a 1 date rule (any guy that had the guts to ask me on a date, I would go ... whether I was dating anyone or not..) So I'm dating Mr. Nice and I started a temp job and met Mr. Perfect turned Mr Crazy (Jason for short;). I failed to tell Mr. Nice that I was going on a date with Jason and while on the date Jason told me that he was from Blackfoot. I know one family from Blackfoot, but they were older and had kids and there was no way that he would have known them... WRONG! The next day Jason went to his sister's house and told them all about the girl that he went on a date with. She is from Grace and lives at the Village (good times) and was perfect. Well... Mr. Nice's brother happens to be married to Jason's sister... oops! So they proceed to tell Jason that Mr. Nice's girlfriend is named Krystal, lives at the Village and is from Grace. Yeah, so I got caught. As the story goes I chose the wrong guy, he was ha horrible husband and I should have known, but such is life, he was a great guy and I'll never forget him and the kindness and mercy he showed me, thanks to his brother, neither will anyone else:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-2017916142081657339?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/2017916142081657339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=2017916142081657339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2017916142081657339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2017916142081657339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2011/02/verge.html' title='The Verge'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-3417609132365809585</id><published>2011-01-26T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T14:32:23.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting up again - the musings of the unemployed</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty bummed that Facebook doesn't really do a good job of allowing the bloggers to express themselves in a productive way (makes me ALMOST miss MySpace :*) So I have recently found myself atop a huge mountain that I've been climbing for 8 years. I just graduated from college! I was so excited and then.... I looked around and I was right beck where I started 8 years ago except this time I'm NOT getting the good jobs and it makes be skeptical that I will even get a job at Convergys. I am having a really hard time with the student loan bills coming and NOTHING to show for it! There is no December commencement at ISU and I haven't gotten my diploma yet. So thanks ISU, for NOTHING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-3417609132365809585?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/3417609132365809585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=3417609132365809585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/3417609132365809585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/3417609132365809585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2011/01/starting-up-again-musings-of-unemployed.html' title='Starting up again - the musings of the unemployed'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-339237365310869060</id><published>2009-04-23T11:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T11:03:20.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a happy place!</title><content type='html'>I Need a Happy Place &lt;br /&gt;So... it was one of those mornings. Keleb woke up at quarter-to-6. I finally got him to eat and I fell asleep and Brooklyn came in and asked me if it was cold outside, then I fell back asleep, just then my mom called. So I get off the phone with Mom and I figure I should really get up and get in the shower. Rewind this week. Monday: I saw as Private practice and a kid had measles and died from it, the next day Brooklyn gets crazy little bumps all ofer the bottom part of her face... ahh! She has measles! No... she doesn't but we took her in and she has 5th's Disease. Not a biggie, but a little scary for mom and dad... so then I have a HUGE presentation on Wednesday and I'm working my ass off on it! I have NO time to hang out with my kiddos:(. In the meantime Kaleb gets this crazy rash on his bum and he still has whatever he has all over his face. So I took him to the doctor on Wednesday for his check-up. He's almost 16 lbs.. CHUNCKY!! He has some crazy something all over his face (we haven't quite figured out what it is, bad cradle cap, some fungal infection on his butt and on top of everything... and ear infection... my poor baby! So jump tp today... i decided I should start with Kaleb and smother him in his perscriptions (oh and he got shots yesterday) give him the stuff for the ear infection, wash the cradlecap stuff off and get him dressed. So I got him out of the tub and I was snuggling with him and he peed on me... nice. So while I'm getting him dunked back in the tub Brooklyn comes in with gum ion her hair... WTF? Why does she have gum in her hair at 8 in the morning? I get Kaleb put back together and smother him in his ointment concoction and then I get Brooklyn ready.. I run another bath while I have a gob of peanut butter in her hair. I get the gum out get her in and out of the tub and them Kaleb pukes all over himself... AHH. BAck in the tub goes Kaleb. Then Brooklyn comes in with 3 huge slivers in her hand. This is awesome.... I finally get them to daycare, clean and sliver, puke, poop, peanut butter and gum -free! VICTORY!!! To make my stress-level even better Matt's Birthday is Saturday (only the 2nd time we have left Kaleb anywhere overnight) and Brooklyn's birthday is Tuesday.. this will be the first time that we have had a party with her friends! STRESSFUL! Hannah Montana here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-339237365310869060?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/339237365310869060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=339237365310869060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/339237365310869060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/339237365310869060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-happy-place.html' title='I need a happy place!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-8887783840706150886</id><published>2009-04-08T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:09:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BUS-TED!!!</title><content type='html'>At approx. 22 hundred hours (10pm) I was driving south bound down Poleline road when a blue impala didn't stop at the stop sign and pulled right out in front of me. I had just been enjoying a relaxing evening with my BFF at Wal-Mart (AKA Hell) and was driving home when I came in contact with this mysterious vehicled. She pulled out in front of me and I slammed on the breaks and she stayed in the middle of the road and didn't move... WTF? We get the the eldrege light and she stopped at the green light... interesting thought I. By the time we were about to turn into my road she was swerving and going 20mph then speeding up to 50mph. For those of you who know where I live you know that's really not that far to make this assesment. So by this time we were pretty sure that she was drunk. Val and I decided to follow her while I called the Pocatello Police. I gave them a description and license plate #. I followed her through nearly running red lights, stopping at green ones. Never using a turn signal and weaving across 2-3 lanes of traffic. We really wanted to see her get arrested so we kept following her until the road splits into 4th and 5th. She is in the right lane and goes clear across the lanes and turns left. We lost her because we couldn't stop as irrationally as she did. We went up a few blocks and turned around to go back home and hopefully find her. As we were about to give up hope we looked at the Police Department/City hall/liquor store parking lot. IT was all but abandoned except for...... THE BLUE IMPALA! I could not beleive it. The woman exited the car and stumbled toward the liquor store (which was long since closed) she looked through the window, pulled on the door walked to the other window, looked in, pulled on the door again... are you kidding me?  By this time we cannot beleive that a drunk driver decides to get MORE booze RIGHT next to the cop shop... SERIOUSLY???? So I immediately call dispatch again and tell them that the drunk driver that I had called in on was now trying to satisfy her need for more drunkeness and break into the liquor store.... I was laughing so hard. She got back into her car just in time for the police to show up... We cirlcled the block for a good 20 minutes and watched the whole ordeal. By the time it was over the drunken-breaking-into-the-liquor-stroe-at-the-cop-shop woman had been detained and 2 other officers were at the scene. It was AWESOME!!! I feel like Val and I really did our civic duty. Citizens of Pocatello, you may rest in peace knowing that there is one less drunk driver on the road!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-8887783840706150886?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/8887783840706150886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=8887783840706150886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8887783840706150886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8887783840706150886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/bus-ted.html' title='BUS-TED!!!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-1120572945797519853</id><published>2009-04-08T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:08:39.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>53 cents... WTF?</title><content type='html'>Originally posted March 31, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I went to MCDonalds to get my morning heart attack and Orange juice. I ordered a #3 (Bacon egg and cheese biscuit meal) The sign says $3.89. So I ordered it and she said... "That will be $4.66 at the next window" "What" I thought. It should be just over $4. I pulled out my phone and figured it out. Even if you round the tax to .24 I over paid by 53 cents. I'm not sure how many people will complain about .53 but if they are overcharging everyone .53 that's a lot of money they are pocketing. Can anyone tell me why they would put one price on the menu and charge me another when I get to door #1. The same thing happened to me at KFC a few weeks ago. IT said 1.99 on the menu and they charged me 2.49 at the window. Maybe KFC and McDonalds have a 50 cent conspiracy against me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-1120572945797519853?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/1120572945797519853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=1120572945797519853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/1120572945797519853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/1120572945797519853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/53-cents-wtf.html' title='53 cents... WTF?'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-140346414533999817</id><published>2009-04-08T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:07:01.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melvin</title><content type='html'>Originally posted February 17, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out today that one of my favorite teachers from High School and Jr. High passed away today. He was kind of a pain in the ass, but when you are constantly being harassed by 13-17 year-old... who wouldn't be? We teased the man relentlessly and our scienceclass dubbed him Melvin... to this day I don't know if that was his real middle name. I can say that he taught me a lot of things. He was there when I first decided I wanted nothing to do with the health field when I started disecting a worm (the first project) He moderated our group therepy sessions. We talked about a lot of really sensitive subjects and he encouraged me to live up to my potential. I was going through a really hard time with my health and nearly everyday he would ask me how I was doing and praised my accomplishments. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of people who come and go, why things happen, and to whom they happen to... this was a day just like everyother day for me and for him. We both got up and got ready like we do everyday... we both got into our cars and headed to school just like we do every other day but I made it to school and he didn't. That could have just as easily been me, my husband, my mom, my proffessor, my neighbor... anyone. Makes you think huh?&lt;br /&gt;I think about the 10 minutes prior to Kaleb's birth. I was all smiles. Everything was going perfect and in a matter of minutes I almost lost my baby and could have potentially lost my life. 10 minutes. I wonder if that were my last 10 minutes on this earth what I would have done... would you want to know the end is coming or leave suddenly. Would there be any unanswered questions, unfinished business, things left unsaid? It's sad that something like this make me think of being a better mother, daughter, wife, and friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-140346414533999817?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/140346414533999817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=140346414533999817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/140346414533999817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/140346414533999817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/melvin.html' title='Melvin'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-4102661160327337605</id><published>2009-04-08T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:06:11.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Songs and Aspirations for my life!</title><content type='html'>Originally posted January 29,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Freshman year at ISU (not that I went to any onther college, but...) I had a great boyfriend... I did some bad things and I screwed it up, but everything worked out in the end but he told me one day that the Puddle of Mudd song "She ... Hates Me" made him think of me" Which leads me right in to my next point. Hate songs... I was inspired by this young man whom I had tore out his heart... Who ever had inspired that song did A LOT of damage to the writer. She got under his skin SO bad that he just HAD to write a hit hate song. I have expressed this desire to many ex-boyfriends and most of them have given me some version of "I would never give you the pleasure of knowing that you got under my skin so bad by writing a hate song about you... I would write a love song..." SUCKERS! So I have not had the luxury of having a hit hate song written about me yet but every once in awhile songs get popular that are hate songs... here are a few of my favorites&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She Hates Me- Puddle of Mudd&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want You Back - Eamon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and now my new love&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gives You HELL - All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;The video is pretty funny but I think that it should ahve taken the hate song approach... between a girlfriend and such, but still a pretty funny vid. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So... comment and add YOUR fav hate song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-4102661160327337605?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/4102661160327337605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=4102661160327337605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4102661160327337605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4102661160327337605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/hate-songs-and-aspirations-for-my-life.html' title='Hate Songs and Aspirations for my life!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-353838037485823135</id><published>2009-04-08T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:03:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaguration Bash!</title><content type='html'>Originally posted January 11, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, We're not having a party, but ti's not a bad idea, huh? Anyway, So in preps for the Inaguration of our new president I thought that everyone might like this... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzSVOcgKq04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wzSVOcgKq04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" height="344" width="425" wmode="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-353838037485823135?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/353838037485823135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=353838037485823135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/353838037485823135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/353838037485823135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/inaguration-bash.html' title='Inaguration Bash!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-4564276304845093014</id><published>2009-04-08T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:00:27.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU condom</title><content type='html'>Originally Posted January 2, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad at me. I'm just reposting this from my VERY mormon and conservative little brother's blog and I thought it was hillarious due to the fact that just 2 days ago I had mentioned something about Levi Lovin' and no one knew what I was talking about... so here you go!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This very typical . . . . (from urbandictionary.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. BYU condom &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A synonym for blue jeans or Levi's. Brigham Young University (BYU) is owned by the Mormon church, which has very strict rules about chastity. A large number of BYU students regularly participate in Levi lovin' or dry humping, because they are trying to get it on without having real intercourse. So, in a sense, their jeans are protecting them from having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we were getting it on and I blew my load, but luckily I had on my BYU condom. I wonder if she noticed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-4564276304845093014?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/4564276304845093014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=4564276304845093014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4564276304845093014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4564276304845093014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/byu-condom.html' title='BYU condom'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-7618543799681200850</id><published>2009-04-08T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:50:53.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;So this is the most freaking hillarious thing that I have seen in a long time. If you have already heard it, shame on you for not telling me before! Matt played this for me the day we came home from the hospital. I think that my recovery is going to take twice as long now... I think I popped al of my stitched multiple times! I still almost cry EVERY time I watch it because I'm laughing so hard. Well... have fun!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-7618543799681200850?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/7618543799681200850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=7618543799681200850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/7618543799681200850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/7618543799681200850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/business-time.html' title='Business Time!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-2922650945408130184</id><published>2009-04-08T13:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:49:28.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmin Harmon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0NvY1_6FI/AAAAAAAAABg/b0cOL4N-xH8/s1600-h/100_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0NvY1_6FI/AAAAAAAAABg/b0cOL4N-xH8/s320/100_1495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322425442395744338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Charmin’ Harmon &lt;br /&gt;So... first I need to apologize to everyone for not keeping anybody informed about what has happened in the last 2 weeks but hopefully after you read this you will understand that I wasn't intentionally being a jerk, I've been a little busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K... so here's the story. We went to the hospital Friday morning (it was midnight so more like Thursday night) and they started me on the drugs and the Pit. drip. Everything was going perfect I was at a 4 and about 90% when we started the epidural. Matt watched and didn't pass out... I think he was doing much better than me. My doctor came in and checked on me every once in awhile and everything looked perfect. I dialated to a 10 by about 1 or so and we were on our way. The nurses got everything ready and we were off. I pushed about 3 times before I knew that something was wrong. My doctor got the suction thingy out and she had both hands pulling him out... no luck. She kept looking at the fetal monitor and back at me. We pushed one more time and she looked at one of the nurses and asked if an Operating Room was open. I panicked. I started sobbing. My baby's heart rate was slowing each time I pushed and not recovering. He was in rough shape. My doctor kept telling me "We have to get him out now Krystal, this is our last shot... " There goes the last push and when he didn't come out she said "Let's go" and there I was being wheeled down the hall into the OR. I couldn't stop crying I was a wreck. A million things were running through my mind.... I never thought that I would be in this situation. I just said that I would see my family in just a minute. Everyone had a smile on until about 5 minutes before this. Everything was fine and now I feel like it turned into a nightmare . Everyone was trying to be optimistic, but I wasn't about to lose my baby. I immediately got onto the operating table and they stuck a sheet over me and started scrubbung down my tummy. My doctor said "Can you feel this?" Can you feel this?"... "yup" "yup" Then there she goes... both of her hands were in my stomach. The anestetiologist wasn't there yet and there wasn't much anyone else could do for me. I was screaming at the top of my lungs in agony and somewhere I must have passed out. The last thing I remember is my doctor yellling at someone to get me something for the pain and at another doctor to push the baby back out of the birth canal so we could get him out. I just looked at Matt and said "I can't do this." The rest is from Matt's perspective. He heard my doctor say "We have baby!" and he said that instantly he knew that he was going to be okay when he saw him, then he looked down at me and my eyes rolled back into my head. He thought he lost me. The anestisiologist had returned and put me completely under before he told anyone. Remembering everything that happened that night, I truly feel sorry for everything that Matt had to go through. When we checked into the hospital, we were full of life. We knew our son was on his way. We were joking with the admissions nurse and somehow we got on the subject of dying. Something about how on the entrance form they ask you why you are there and I said something like "Well, I guess if you are going to die, you don't know it when you are admitted." I said that there is still a risk of dying during childbirth and Matt said, "Well... if you are going to go, you're lleaving are son here... " "Deal" What is that called.... foreshadowing. Now he's standing with our brand new son thinking that he was alone with him. His family wasn't at the hospital and we had almost planned it that way. We thought everything would go so smoothly and that it would be a special time for the 3 of us... we were wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after he was told that I really wasn't dead and some altercation happened between the anestesiologist and him he went out and took Kaleb down to the nursery. One of the doctor's let Matt see me while I was still in surgery and he said that there was so much blood just gushing out the sides of me. My doctor finally came out and she was crying and just went into the nursery and held our son and cried. When I talked to the receptionist at her office a few days ago she said that my doctor had a really rough time with it and just cried and said, "I thought we weere going to lose him." I'm so greatful for her for making the decisions that she did when she did to give me my little boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get out of surgery and I am in recovery and I was freaking out! I didn't know if my baby made it, where he was... anything! I was crying and asking where he was and I know I was completely out of it but I felt like no one was telling me that he was alive, just trying to keep me calm. Finally one of the nurses brought me a picture of him... that was the first time I saw my son... it was a very surreal expirence. I wanted to make sure Matt was okay and they let him in for just a second. He leaned down and told me that our son was okay and that everything would be fine and he loved me, then they made him leave again. About an hour later I was back in my room and I got to hold my son for the first time... what an expirence.... I could not have been more relieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were pretty hard. We still have a hard time talking about it and the fact that we were so close to losing one of us... I lost a lot of blood and on Sunday had to have a blood transfusion. I'm recovering well and besides being sleep deprived am doing as well as can be expected. The snow has dampened my spirits and the fact that my only sanctuary probably would have been wal-mart but due to the shopping frenzy, have been stuck in the house. I'm trying to get out a little bit. I'll fee better when I can drve without fear of being killed by stupid drivers on the crazy ice-packed, not plowed Poky roads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... there's the story of how my little man came into the world. It was the scariest, most painful, and besides my daughter, most rewarding thing that I have ever done in my life He's truly a blessing and a welcome addition to our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-2922650945408130184?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/2922650945408130184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=2922650945408130184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2922650945408130184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2922650945408130184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/charmin-harmon.html' title='Charmin Harmon'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0NvY1_6FI/AAAAAAAAABg/b0cOL4N-xH8/s72-c/100_1495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-5012531861832111157</id><published>2009-04-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:47:09.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripping my memories</title><content type='html'>Originally posted December 4th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday (after a long day at the hospital and a lot of dissapointment) I go to pick up Brooklyn from school and her teacher saw me come in and said "Brooklyn is sooo funny she said, "My mom spent all day at the hospital and they stripped her memories and we still didn't have brother!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they stripped my membranes... NOT memories as much as I would like to have some of them taken away... not what happened :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hillarious! I can't get over it. She is so adorable. Just goes to show that she really DOES listen... she doesn't get it, but she listens! Anyway, I'll keep everyonee updated on the progress of our little baby if he will ever hurry up and get here!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-5012531861832111157?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/5012531861832111157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=5012531861832111157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/5012531861832111157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/5012531861832111157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/stripping-my-memories.html' title='Stripping my memories'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-2029811382551896068</id><published>2009-04-08T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:45:55.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics... not the black and white kind</title><content type='html'>Originally posted Novmber 12th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was inspire by my sister's blog about her passion for rocks (she's a Geology major and she's one of those crazy rock people... I didn't get it until I read her blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Political Science Major. I am a Junior at ISU and I LOVE it! I first found out that I was good at debating early in life... ask my mom. My debating skills were a little rusty but still pretty good. I moved into Jr. High when I started CARING about what was happening in the world and thinking that if people would just learn and discuss then maybe the world would be a better place (I am older and wiser to know better now) but in my green days I was an idealist. I took a Street Law class from Mrs. Olsen at Grace High School and that's where I fell in love with law, government, and particularly family law. I had always told people that I was going to go to college and become an attorney but I only know that it was a "desireable job" (now I know it's because of the Benjamins and no other real reason). But now I know that that was where my heart was. I was in my Junior year when I was approached by Deloris Gilbert of the American Legion Aux. to apply for a scholarship to Girls State. I had no idea what it was and all I was told is that I could get a scholarship for school, it was only a week and it was in Nampa... cool, I filled out the paperwork and no one else had any interest in it, so I got to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped off of the bus in Nampa and my life was forever changed. I didn't know what to expect so I thought, what the heck, dive in head first. I walked away with an understanding of government, particularly state government, how legislature works, I was able to sit in the Capitol and speak my opinion and know that it was heard. I returned to my little old school with a heart full of patriotism, love for our veterans, and total appreciation for democracy itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered college and it has been a bumpy ride, but finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I have chosen to become a teacher instead of an attorney. My very first proffessor asked us all how many of us were planning on attending law school and most of us raised our hand... he said something that will always stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They don't teach justice at law school, they teach law" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew in my heart that I didn't want to stand in a room and truly understand the implications of what my job required me to do without any regard to JUSTICE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last summer I returned to where it all started... Nampa, Idaho the campus of NNU and I passed on my love and admiration for this country to a group of girls that I will always consider "my girls" as a counselor at Girls State. Hopefully I will be able to participate in Gils State for many years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest is history... "blink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for Fall 2010 when I graduate!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-2029811382551896068?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/2029811382551896068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=2029811382551896068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2029811382551896068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2029811382551896068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2009/04/politics-not-black-and-white-kind.html' title='Politics... not the black and white kind'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-8360708547692349540</id><published>2008-11-11T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:25:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction Notice</title><content type='html'>So I totally ripped this off from my boss's daughter but it's very relevant right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eviction Notice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am issuing a 30 day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 30 days in which he can either gather his belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he will be physically removed from the property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home. On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 30 days from this day, if he doesn't comply with the notice, it will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU SON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-8360708547692349540?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/8360708547692349540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=8360708547692349540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8360708547692349540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8360708547692349540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/11/eviction-notice.html' title='Eviction Notice'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-4490634212021535429</id><published>2008-10-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:39:26.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duracell or Energizer?</title><content type='html'>So I thought it was kinda funny... I was watching Leno and he said. "The economy is so bad that women are having sex with their husbands because they can't afford the batteries"... hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-4490634212021535429?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/4490634212021535429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=4490634212021535429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4490634212021535429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4490634212021535429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/10/duracell-or-energizer.html' title='Duracell or Energizer?'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-1266716230365138496</id><published>2008-10-20T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:38:27.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of a hunting widow</title><content type='html'>Matt is hunting... or camping.... or armed hiking... depending on what he comes back with. I thought about going up there and visiting, but it's snowing not only up in the mountains... but here! Where did Fall go? You know, the season between Summer and Winter. I know we didn't have a Spring either but we had snow in June... that's 4 months for Spring, Summer and Fall... not good! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started my projects that I need to get done... I painted Brooklyn's room half blue so that the kids can share a rooom until we can buy a new house or Brooklyn wants to move downstairs (not at least until summer). I got that finished and it looks pretty good. I also have sold my dresser (I've been wanting a new one FOREVER!) I have also found a promising lead on a loft bed for Brooklyn and I think that will make the transition and space issue better for everyone. I still need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car seat/ stroller, crib, bottles, diaper bag, bedding for the crib, those covers for the car seat that keep the baby extra warm... probably a whole bunch of other things that I have NO idea about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting closer Laura told me about a cute car seat at Target (Laura, it's really cute) I'm going to run it by Matt and probably go and get it! Yeah, one less thing on the list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I'm just hanging out with my little lady. We had pizza last night and I let her stay up way past her bedtime becuase I thought that she would sleep in... I was wrong! I let her sleep in our bed last night because with Matt being gone and her room being torn apart, there was PLENTY of room for her. She woke up at 7 and was ready to go for the day. She has worn at least 10 different outfits, nothing weather appropriate and most of them dress-up clothes. We ventured out to Hollywood Video and rented the 5th Harry Potter. I haven't seen it yet and I'm not sure if it's suitable for young children. Anyway, Kaci let us borrow Open Season so I thought that there probably isn't a more appropriate children's movie for the season (besides some stupid Christmas movie... argh!) So, I'm making cookies (yes, I cought the pre-made dough and I scooped and baked, but I"m still baking, let me live in my dream world) and watching a movie, myspacing, waiting for Bub to go to bed to read the 2nd Twilight book and seriously procrastinating 3 papers I have to finish sometime soonish. Maybe tonight I'll at least start on one of them... we'll see... Well... stay tuned for more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-1266716230365138496?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/1266716230365138496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=1266716230365138496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/1266716230365138496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/1266716230365138496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/10/diary-of-hunting-widow.html' title='Diary of a hunting widow'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-9023576738156418470</id><published>2008-10-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:37:34.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new man in my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I realized when I was pregnant with Brooklyn that I was truly emotional and slightly a little more inclined to be a Mommy when I saw this Johnson and Johnson commercial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blogspot will not let me post it here... but you can look at it on my myspace... www.myspace/hollerkrystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... it's true... the new love of my life is REALLY short and bald (he's now at the top of my list with my baby girl). He's only about 3 pounds and not ready to come out of my belley yet, but I'm very excited for his arrival! So, my profile picture is of my new little man. We got a 3D ultrasound last Thursday, it was really an amazing expirence to see this little dude all snuggle up inside my belly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-9023576738156418470?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/9023576738156418470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=9023576738156418470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/9023576738156418470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/9023576738156418470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-man-in-my-life.html' title='The new man in my life...'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-4309265650124134034</id><published>2008-09-17T17:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:44:39.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ISU liberation!</title><content type='html'>So... I've really been avoiding blogging. I'm really trying to focus on homework, etc, but thanks to a few friends I find myself addicted to Twilight, Prison Break and I guess I'm going to have to start blogging on Blogger or blogspot or whatever the people in the "biz" call it. So.... I went and got a parking permit at the beginning of the semester (like all faithful people that don't want to have class at 6 am to park on 8th or 5th do) and I heard a rumor that if you are so far along that you can get a disabled parking permit... sure, but what the heck, it sparked my curiosity... so I asked, what could it hurt? The myth was true!!!! I had to have my doctor sign the little form and I was on my way. I didn't necessarily feel "right" about doing it, but after this morning.... yeee haw!!! The permit is not lot specific. I can park in any space anytime, this means meter parking, handicapped parking, reserved lot spaces, housing spaces.... I LOVE IT! So I roll right up to almost the front door and park it in a metered spot.... it took me like 3 seconds to get to the lab! I'm lovin it like McDonalds! Anywho, this will only last for the semester (as the baby is due during finals week, but I will enjoy it while it lasts! Stay tuned for more adventures from P to the ello.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-4309265650124134034?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/4309265650124134034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=4309265650124134034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4309265650124134034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/4309265650124134034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/09/isu-liberation.html' title='ISU liberation!'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-8027568315960055173</id><published>2008-09-17T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:39:37.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time...</title><content type='html'>This is the story of how we met... the first time... kinda cute. Originally posted Tuesday, July 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubs.... cute story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... My husband and I are both from the same very small county... We knew all of the same people and my closest friends from soda were some of his closest friends. Anyway... so we thought that there must have been sometime that we had met and I had a faded mem0ry of a nerdy blonde kid that I had danced with at some dance... a long time ago and he had said that he had a faint memory of a skinny girl with braces that he had danced with at some dance a long time ago. We had it narrowed down to where we think that we may have met at a New Year's Eve dance in Soda Springs but there was really no way of confirming it so we just left it at that. So we were at my parents house last weekend when I looked up and in the back of the bookshelf there is my journal from Highschool/first year of college. I was a really good journal writer and thought that maybe I had written about that dance. I start flipping through the first couple of pages and my husband points out his name. I SLAMMED the book shut. I had NO idea what I wrote about him! I finally pryed it away and it said, ... "So shanalee asked my if I would dance with this kid named Ivan. When I asked him why he chose me to dance with he said that when he walked into the dance that he told his friend Matt  (my hubs) that he wanted to dance with the prettiest girl at the dance and that Matt said that it was me. It made my night! Now 6 years later we are married... crazy huh? Just thought that I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;The Prettiest girl at the dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-8027568315960055173?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/8027568315960055173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=8027568315960055173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8027568315960055173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/8027568315960055173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-time.html' title='The first time...'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1117313589423007913.post-2028909707184743944</id><published>2008-09-17T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:35:45.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of how we met... really</title><content type='html'>So, I guess I should start this new adventure in this blog with the (kinda) beginning. This is taken right from my myspace blog originally posted Wednesday, February 21, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of how we met...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got a message from one of my friends... that's you Chelsea... that had never heard the story of how Matt and I met. Really... it wasn't that romantic until you get my side of it. So I'll start at the beginning. I got divorced when I was 7 months pregnant with my daughter. If you didn't know that, then we don't knwo eachother very well... I was feeling pretty bad about myself I felt like I couldn't keep going. I knew that I had a baby to take care of but I was so bitter toward my ex for "ruining my life" which he didn't but at the time I thought that. I was in a real rut and I had a dream that I saw this cute blond guy at work. He had a cute smile and he came up to me and said "Hi, I'm Matt" I woke up feeling great. I didn't think that there would ever be a real person who was blonde (I didn't go for blondes) but it really gave me hope. I told my mom about the dream and she was excited that I had at least found some comfort that everything was going to be okay. I started seeing a guy named Nate and he was blonde... I asked my mom if maybe I just didn't hear him right in the dream, but it never went anywhere and about 4 months later I had picked up an extra shift. I NEVER worked more than I had to and the only reason I did it was becuase some other people on my team were picking up shifts so I did too. I walked into pre-shift (the meeting before actual work started) and I sat and BS's with some of the people there and in walks a cute blonde guy with a great smile. He walked right toward me and said "Hi, I'm Matt". I was dying... I thought someone was playing a practical joke on me... not only was his name Matt but as we started talking I hit him with the one-two punch of I'm divorced AND have a child... not just a child but a BABY a tiny BABY... AND he didn't freak out, he didn't even pretend to not freak out. Now we've been married for just over a year. But that's our humble beginnings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1117313589423007913-2028909707184743944?l=4everharmon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/feeds/2028909707184743944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1117313589423007913&amp;postID=2028909707184743944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2028909707184743944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1117313589423007913/posts/default/2028909707184743944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4everharmon.blogspot.com/2008/09/story-of-how-we-met-really.html' title='The Story of how we met... really'/><author><name>krystalpromise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16633017120147753641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79N2kFqMq0U/Sd0SrgVhn0I/AAAAAAAAABo/nqdWyIdrVVs/S220/2067641110_s.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
