<?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-7520953566412578083</id><updated>2012-01-18T19:46:11.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Universe Is Laughing</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-722424476578054464</id><published>2012-01-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:14:45.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our lives built on tin cans and string</title><content type='html'>Day 27: A song you wish you could play&lt;br /&gt;Anthology by Thrice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just something sexy about Dustin Kensrue's voice. &amp;nbsp;I'd give anything to be able to play the lead guitar part in this song. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, if you want your ears to bleed with pleasure, go watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3y9ANo0x87o"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-722424476578054464?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/722424476578054464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-lives-built-on-tin-cans-and-string.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/722424476578054464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/722424476578054464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-lives-built-on-tin-cans-and-string.html' title='Our lives built on tin cans and string'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-3213245883056569922</id><published>2012-01-02T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:36:11.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My, my, my how the time does fly...</title><content type='html'>Howdy friends! &amp;nbsp;It's been a while hasn't it? &amp;nbsp;I've been busy (that's a lie, I just don't want to sound like a loser). &amp;nbsp;I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas and New Years, I know I did! &amp;nbsp;For the first time since elementary I didn't have a single thing going on New Years Eve, so I stayed home and read Pride and Prejudice for the umpteenth time and was in bed by 10. &amp;nbsp;It was cozy! &amp;nbsp;I have just realized I use exclamation marks far too often! When I haven't blogged in so long I just don't know how to start back up... this is awkward isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 26: A song that you can play on an instrument&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guitar: Lovers Without Love by Joshua James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drums: Keasby Nights by Streetlight Manifesto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ukulele: Come Sail Away by STYX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Harmonica: The King by Piebald (just barely)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandolin: Awake My Soul by Mumford and Sons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;p.s. Guess where I'm going in May...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyR-oP2qpos/TwKEbLuEkuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xU3m3Ub8tS0/s1600/austria%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyR-oP2qpos/TwKEbLuEkuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xU3m3Ub8tS0/s640/austria%255B2%255D.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jealous much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-3213245883056569922?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3213245883056569922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-my-my-how-time-does-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3213245883056569922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3213245883056569922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-my-my-how-time-does-fly.html' title='My, my, my how the time does fly...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyR-oP2qpos/TwKEbLuEkuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/xU3m3Ub8tS0/s72-c/austria%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-8510583449444826028</id><published>2011-11-21T20:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:15:54.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't change your world single handedly...</title><content type='html'>Day 25 - A song that makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Life In One Day - Howard Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is an oldie and a goodie. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole song is stressing that you should not try to live your life in one day. &amp;nbsp;Don't speed through the day just filling it with corporate nonsense. &amp;nbsp;The first line of the song is "The old man said to me, said don't take life so seriously." &lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, this is hard for me. &amp;nbsp;I feel the pressure of all my challenges and responsibilities pushing down on my shoulders. &amp;nbsp;Especially lately. &amp;nbsp;I feel so inadequate. &amp;nbsp;Anything I do is overshadowed by somebody else. &amp;nbsp;I feel like I'm slowly becoming a memory. &amp;nbsp;A thought of something that once was. &amp;nbsp;And in a sense that's true. &amp;nbsp;I used to be fun and light and could make people laugh. &amp;nbsp;Now it takes all my concentration just to get through a single conversation. &amp;nbsp;Just today in a work meeting when I was called upon to explain the purpose of the meeting, my manager said "Kristen talks?!" &amp;nbsp;Yes, I used to have a personality. You couldn't get me to shut up. &amp;nbsp;Now I push people away. &amp;nbsp;I'm cold. &amp;nbsp;I don't want to be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;But I have come to the realization lately that this has to change. &amp;nbsp;I have to go back to being fun and goofy and spontaneous. &lt;br /&gt;So what have I done? &amp;nbsp;I've made some big decisions. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to change my life. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to do things I've been saying I'll do for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;In high school I had two spectacular friends. &amp;nbsp;We would sit and discuss our lives on golf courses, on roof tops, even on a trampoline. &amp;nbsp;Once when I was freaking out they got out a white board and plotted out my life for me. &amp;nbsp;They pushed me to be better. &amp;nbsp;And I was. &amp;nbsp;Because they cared enough to tell me the truth. &amp;nbsp;They saw my potential and told me how to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost sight of that... sorry ladies...&lt;br /&gt;So this is my plea: &amp;nbsp;Can we PLEASE have a get together? &amp;nbsp;Just the three of us? &amp;nbsp;Where we sit around and just make each other feel like we did back in those days? &amp;nbsp;Because honestly, you're the only two I really can expose all my secrets to.&lt;br /&gt;But that's why this song makes me laugh. &amp;nbsp;I think of those days. &amp;nbsp;Putting starbursts on rooftops, throwing up oatmeal at the golf course, and you guys making fun of me for the way I jump on trampolines. &amp;nbsp;You taught me not to live my life in one day. &amp;nbsp;You told me that the future would take care of itself somehow. &amp;nbsp;So riddle me this ladies... are we still friends enough to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm serious, let's get together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-8510583449444826028?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8510583449444826028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-cant-change-your-world-single.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8510583449444826028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8510583449444826028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/you-cant-change-your-world-single.html' title='You can&apos;t change your world single handedly...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-671282859826961198</id><published>2011-11-10T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T05:22:07.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For now we'll say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life happens. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It comes regardless of our situation. &amp;nbsp;It is unexpected. &amp;nbsp;It is harsh. &amp;nbsp;It is cruel. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it is also intricate. &amp;nbsp;We cannot comprehend how the little decisions we make will effect our eternity. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This statement has hit far too close to home this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tuesday night I had just gotten home and was about to take the handful of medicine needed for me to have a restful sleep. &amp;nbsp;As I put my hand up to my mouth I had the urgency to stop. &amp;nbsp;I didn't know why, but I started working on another project. &amp;nbsp;Around midnight I received a phone call. &amp;nbsp;I heard the caller say "he's home". &amp;nbsp;Those two words were horrifically misunderstood. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She went on to explain how one of my dear friends, &lt;a href="http://connect2utah.com/news-story/?watch=1&amp;amp;nxd_id=177437&amp;amp;shr=addthis"&gt;Elder Trevor Strong&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;had passed away that evening. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was supposed to be home. &amp;nbsp;He was supposed to be adjusting to the "non-missionary" life style. &amp;nbsp;Instead he was no longer occupying his mortal body. &amp;nbsp;He had passed on to a greater mission. &amp;nbsp;A mission we will not understand until it is our time to follow in his footsteps. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is impossible to share my thoughts on the subject without being overcome with emotion. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How could such a great person be taken? &amp;nbsp;How could his family be given such hope; hope of a life yet to be lived?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope of warm welcome home embraces. Embraces which will now be cold and hollow shared from passing strangers as their son, their brother, lies motionless next to them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot express how grateful I am to have known Trevor. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was our self proclaimed comic relief.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we would play night games and fickle drama would arise, he was the one to bring us back to the purpose of why we were there, which was to ultimately enjoy one another's company.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we would have game night he was the one doing the awful impression of a kangaroo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was the one who was near tears the night I fell flat on my face&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while he was chasing me around the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was the one who invited me to dance in the street at the stroke of midnight on new years eve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's the one who decided "Club T.A.S.S.K. House"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sounds leagues better than "Club A.S.S.K. House"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's the one who made all the girls feel like the most important, most beautiful girl, on the face of the earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could have lived a life. &amp;nbsp;He could have had a family of his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He could have gone to school. &amp;nbsp;He could have had a career.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But The Lord, in all his glory and wisdom, knew better. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knew Trevor was far too valuable a spirit to lose to the frivolous trials of this world. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows what Trevor is capable of doing, of becoming. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is destined for greatness. &amp;nbsp;Greatness we will not be able to witness until the veil is lifted and we are able to join our friend again. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The warm embraces will come. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The hope is still here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A life will still be lived. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A family will still be raised.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A man has been exalted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do justice to the person Trevor was. &amp;nbsp;He is now one of Christ's most treasured angels, assigned to administer on the other side. &amp;nbsp;His work will be felt both here and there. &amp;nbsp;He has left a mark on all the people he has come in contact with. &amp;nbsp;A mark that will at first seem impossible to overcome. &amp;nbsp;But a mark that will &amp;nbsp;forever be treasured in the hearts of all who knew him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My thoughts and prayers go out to his family, especially his twin brother Scott. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray the many memories we all have of him will bring us strength and comfort. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you Trevor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Here and there,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now and then,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God makes a giant out of men."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kristen Holman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7520953566412578083-671282859826961198?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/671282859826961198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-now-well-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/671282859826961198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/671282859826961198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/for-now-well-say-goodbye.html' title='For now we&apos;ll say goodbye...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-5438084370079047441</id><published>2011-11-03T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:25:00.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I ever leave this world alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 24 - A song you want to play at your funeral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I Ever Leave This World Alive - Flogging Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's not much to say about this without sounding depressed, which I guess is why it's taken me so long to post it. &amp;nbsp;I don't like thinking about death. &amp;nbsp;Who does? &amp;nbsp;I have a friend who kind of freaks out when it's brought up. &amp;nbsp;We were once watching a movie where a lady passes away and she was so overcome that she had to leave the room. &amp;nbsp;It gave us all a good laugh when she left exclaiming "I can't breathe!" (we sound horrifically rude but I swear, if you were there you would have laughed as well). &amp;nbsp;But in all honesty I have no place to laugh. &amp;nbsp;I hate thinking about it, I hate writing about it. &amp;nbsp;Which is why I'm going to stop writing about it. &amp;nbsp;But hey, what's a blog post without some great lyrics?! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll thank ya for the things you did in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll come back down and sit beside your feet tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wherever I am you'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than just a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll take on all the sadness that I left behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The madness that you feel will soon subside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in a word don't shed a tear,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be here when it all gets weird,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So when in doubt just call my name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just before you go insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I ever leave this world alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, I may never leave this world alive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But if I ever leave this world alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She says "I'm okay,&amp;nbsp;I'm all right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though you have gone from my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You said that it would,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now everything should be alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. I'm a sucker for Irish punk rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-5438084370079047441?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5438084370079047441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-ever-leave-this-world-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/5438084370079047441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/5438084370079047441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-ever-leave-this-world-alive.html' title='If I ever leave this world alive...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-7272634952875166927</id><published>2011-10-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:43:28.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could write out my own dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 23 -&amp;nbsp;A song you want to play at your wedding&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0u_1MAygU0"&gt;Sweet Dream - Greg Laswell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is stupid but you all have to promise me you will not use this song on your wedding day, otherwise I can't use it. &amp;nbsp;Principle my friends, principle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song is short. &amp;nbsp;Only 1:08. &amp;nbsp;But it's the best 68 seconds to ever fill my ears. &amp;nbsp;It ends and I literally feel pain because I want so badly for it to keep going. &amp;nbsp;I'll put the lyrics here just because it's that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I could write out my own dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the next time that I sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You'd be the first one that I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I the last one that you dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the dream would go on and on&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While we sway against all things thrown our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the morning would be so cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it came with sunshine and warmth to blame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For announcing the end of my sweet dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For announcing the end of my sweet dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched an interview where he said that he gets lots of people telling him to write more and he's tried but nothing is good enough for this song. &amp;nbsp;I believe it. &amp;nbsp;This song is perfect. &amp;nbsp;The perfect dream. &amp;nbsp;Where even the most wonderful things, like sunshine and warmth, are still not as beautiful as the love he has for this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this song is perfect. &amp;nbsp;Go listen to it and please don't steal it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;p.s. I have a pretty wicked awesome best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-7272634952875166927?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7272634952875166927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-could-write-out-my-own-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7272634952875166927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7272634952875166927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-i-could-write-out-my-own-dream.html' title='If I could write out my own dream...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-3744415131992195960</id><published>2011-10-04T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:57:52.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N</title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long. &amp;nbsp;I've been a bit, uhhh, busy? &amp;nbsp;Oh who am I kidding, I have just been lacking inspiration! &amp;nbsp;Now don't start thinking "Oh, this post is going to be inspired so it must be good!" &amp;nbsp;WRONG. &amp;nbsp;I'm still flat out of ideas so I'm just going to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A song you listen to when you're happy&lt;br /&gt;L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N - Noah and The Whale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an anthem for anyone, so anything I'm about to say will not be new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, life goes on. &amp;nbsp;No matter how crappy, how discouraging, it goes on. &amp;nbsp;I've had a saying since I was about 15, "There is no alternative." &amp;nbsp;As in, when people would look at me right after I had my back surgery and complication after complication would arise, they would always ask how I stayed happy, how I kept going. &amp;nbsp;My answer, "There is no alternative". &amp;nbsp;Sure I could give up. &amp;nbsp;I could lay in bed and curse the day I decided to go through with the surgery, but why? &amp;nbsp;Where would that get me? &amp;nbsp;So I started studying the scriptures and found a reason to keep going. &amp;nbsp;But things just kept coming. &amp;nbsp;It kept getting more and more discouraging. &amp;nbsp;But I kept going, even when I got so low I considered stopping, I kept going. &amp;nbsp;And why? &amp;nbsp;Because L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I'm faced with different trials. &amp;nbsp;Sure my health is still poor and I struggle to even get out of bed in the mornings but I've fallen prey to another enemy entirely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask? &amp;nbsp;Well you see, I know some people (they will know who they are as they read this, sorry if it makes you uncomfortable but you probably already know I'm jealous), and these people are pretty cool. &amp;nbsp;They thrive in one area where I seem to constantly crash and burn. &amp;nbsp;The dating life. &amp;nbsp;That's right. &amp;nbsp;My last date was before my birthday 6 months ago. &amp;nbsp;And the date I had before that? &amp;nbsp;Well it was definitely more than a year and I only went on that date because the girl who was supposed to go bailed and then the other two back ups where unavailable. &amp;nbsp;But the girls I'm talking about here are talking to guys all the time. &amp;nbsp;I'm with one of them almost 24/7 and I have to watch as guy after guy practically throw themselves at her feet to go on a date, to get just a few hours of her undivided attention. &amp;nbsp;And what are guys doing with me? &amp;nbsp;Giving me a pat on the back and treating me like just another one of the guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go &lt;a href="http://dtrorgmo.blogspot.com/2011/09/girl-crashes-and-burns-because-she-did.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, you will read about blind spots. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I know that letting guys treat me as a friend is one of my blind spots. &amp;nbsp;But how can I help it when sub consciously I'm thinking he's just going to end up liking one of my friends anyways? &amp;nbsp;It's how it's always been. &amp;nbsp;Yeah, I've gotten bitter about it, as you have read in a previous post. &amp;nbsp;But at the end of the day and I'm laying in bed thinking about whether I did my best or not, I know that even if I didn't do my best and I pissed and moaned through the whole day, L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. I have a chance to try harder tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;And when that moment of realization comes and I'm practically euphoric with the idea of a second chance, I think of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, let your life go on. &amp;nbsp;Don't stop and go crazy over a stupid little trial, whether you failed a test, &amp;nbsp;missed a chance with a guy, had another birthday and feel old, or broke a leg and had to stop doing what you love, LIFE GOES ON!!! &amp;nbsp;You'll have another chance tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;Carpe the freakin' diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-3744415131992195960?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3744415131992195960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifegoeson.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3744415131992195960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3744415131992195960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifegoeson.html' title='L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-3771810784130209899</id><published>2011-09-12T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T22:28:53.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a long long time ago...</title><content type='html'>Day 21 - A song you listen to when you're sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reverbnation.com/artist/artist_songs/36909"&gt;Jack and Sally - The Phopho Bandits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Go to the link now or you may as well just stop reading my blog all together!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are the Phopho bandits you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7hsKF-kuX0/Tm7cvcNqd0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zrveKKlhrWc/s1600/102_2854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7hsKF-kuX0/Tm7cvcNqd0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zrveKKlhrWc/s400/102_2854.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's right! &amp;nbsp;That is my brother Preston and I!! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know you're just dying to know the story behind the band. &amp;nbsp;So let me take you on a journey to The Land of Lost Pockets...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day when Preston was a wee lad of 16 (maybe 17, the details are a bit hazy) he purchased his first, and only, Fender Strat electric guitar. &amp;nbsp;From the moment he sat down and played is first C chord the power of the guitar surged though his finger tips until they were bleeding (hopefully not literally). &amp;nbsp;He was soon shredding out gnarly solos and wicked riffs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was all happening around the same time-ish that I acquired my first drum set. &amp;nbsp;From the moment I sat on my drum stool it was, well, less than magical. &amp;nbsp;It took years of practice for me to really be able to play along with some of my favorite artists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One day we were able to move all of our instruments into a room in the basement. &amp;nbsp;This upset some of our siblings. &amp;nbsp;Why? &amp;nbsp;Because that's when pure awesome was born!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Preston had a few songs he had written that he wanted me to play the drums to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our first "gig" was a talent show for my Achievement days. &amp;nbsp;The 11 year old girls went wild for us. &amp;nbsp;It was like they knew they had just witnessed something spectacular. &amp;nbsp;Something they would never forget. &amp;nbsp;Something that would be more memorable than the day they get married. &amp;nbsp;Ok, maybe it was more like a disaster. &amp;nbsp;But I felt like I was on top of the world!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Puff the Magic Dragon was the first song we recorded live, it was a HUGE hit (with us, no one else really knew about it). &amp;nbsp;So we got to work putting simple bass riffs together with children's fairy tales (Froggie, Gilbatron 2000). &amp;nbsp;We have since matured past that and our latest work, even though it's two years old, is Smells Like Heart. &amp;nbsp;An album we compiled for Valentines Day of cheesy love songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've also added quite a few instruments since our early days of just the guitar and the drums. &amp;nbsp;Of course there's the bass, some ukuleles, the harmonica, the piano, and yes, even a cowbell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We haven't been able to write music together lately because well, Preston started seeing this girl and now she's having his baby. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But one day we'll sit back down in our music room and have a good ol' jam session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. I should have mentioned the song, it's a good one... uhhh, Preston wrote it. &amp;nbsp;Probably about his favorite movie Charly or something like that. &amp;nbsp;He can explain it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.p.s. I know you are dying to know what Phopho stands for,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's People Helping Other People Help Others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;p.p.p.s. &amp;nbsp;Preston really deserves all the credit for the band, he writes and sings and plays the instruments in about 97% of the songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-3771810784130209899?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3771810784130209899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-was-long-long-time-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3771810784130209899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3771810784130209899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-was-long-long-time-ago.html' title='It was a long long time ago...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7hsKF-kuX0/Tm7cvcNqd0I/AAAAAAAAAG8/zrveKKlhrWc/s72-c/102_2854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-2144654572940786174</id><published>2011-09-05T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:12:57.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your boldness stands alone among the wreck</title><content type='html'>Day 20 - A song you listen to when you're angry&lt;br /&gt;Little Lion Man - Mumford and Sons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't actually get angry very often. &amp;nbsp;I don't have an uncontrollable temper, I can stop myself before I do get angry. &amp;nbsp;Honestly I haven't been angry in a super long time. &amp;nbsp;So when I had to think of a song I listen to when I'm angry, I couldn't think of one. &amp;nbsp;Instead I thought to myself "Self, what song sounds angry?" And this one was the first one to come to mind. &amp;nbsp;It's so full of self loathing and hatred. &amp;nbsp;I LOVE it. &amp;nbsp;When I have a song in my library that is full of swear words I will usually delete it. &amp;nbsp;But for some reason when he swears in this song I like it. &amp;nbsp;I know, it's horrific!! &amp;nbsp;But he says it with such passion! &amp;nbsp;I'm pathetic, I can't justify my love for this song. &amp;nbsp;So that's it, I'm a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &amp;nbsp;a HUGE congrats to my brother Preston and his wife Lindsey, they're havin' a baby!! &amp;nbsp;I'm incredibly excited for you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-2144654572940786174?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2144654572940786174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-boldness-stands-alone-among-wreck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2144654572940786174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2144654572940786174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-boldness-stands-alone-among-wreck.html' title='Your boldness stands alone among the wreck'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-4310697793086679326</id><published>2011-08-30T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:11:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're only here to find the love that lingers after...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 19 -A song from your favorite album&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coeur D'Alene - The Head and the Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell in love with these guys a little while ago after itunes recommended them after I bought an Avett Brothers cd.  Since then I've been listening non stop!  The cd as a whole is amazing, I can sit and listen to the whole thing from start to finish without getting tired of a single song.  After I find a band I love I look them up on youtube to see if they're any good live.  When I looked these guys up I found this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nvZtVoItXxQ&amp;amp;feature=relmfu"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.  HOLY CHEESE BATMAN!  They blew my mind.  How does a band sound this great live?!  Needless to say, I HAVE to marry an indie folk guy!  I couldn't date a guy if he told me he didn't like this stuff.  Yeah, I'm serious... I once dated a guy who pretty much only listened to Disney music.  Shoot me in the face!  Luckily I know a pretty wicked awesome kid who will let me talk music with him.  He even uses words like coolio and gnarly.  He doesn't know it but I pretty much adore him.  And this is what my life has become, I judge a guy by the music he likes.  I think I'm obsessed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. 43 days until I'm back here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi60p0LQW4g/Tl1tO3EheyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7YSL6MriXgw/s400/DSCN3599.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646789609860987682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy48Xtgs0ZM/Tl1tPBK4tnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8xfsJVIz63g/s400/DSC02657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646789612572030578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-4310697793086679326?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4310697793086679326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-only-here-to-find-love-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4310697793086679326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4310697793086679326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-only-here-to-find-love-that.html' title='We&apos;re only here to find the love that lingers after...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qi60p0LQW4g/Tl1tO3EheyI/AAAAAAAAAGs/7YSL6MriXgw/s72-c/DSCN3599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-2598333186861815586</id><published>2011-08-26T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:45:46.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you read my blog you would have read that I hate the &lt;a href="http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/shake-that.html"&gt;radio&lt;/a&gt;.  I won't get into that again!  So instead of requesting a band I adore on the radio just to have them ruined, I'll name drop like crazy here and rest assured that you won't become obsessed and end up having them played on the radio.  Bands need recognition, and I realize it's dumb of me to not want to hear them on the radio but want them to get recognition.  So NAME DROP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alexi Murdoch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ben Gibbard (The lead singer from Death Cab For Cutie, also married to Zoey Deschanel.  Check out their awesome duet &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpVJDDA6KMY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg Laswell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Guggenheim Grotto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Head and the Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff Buckley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jon Foreman (The lead singer from Switchfoot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joshua James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie Herzig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle Andrews &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura Marling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libbie Linton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Mollies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needtobreathe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nellie McKay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah &amp;amp; The Whale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick Park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phopho Bandits (how could I resist?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ray LaMontagne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slow Club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Weepies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can almost guarantee that if you like one of these bands you will like all of them!  So go ahead, I dare you to look up at least 2 of them and see if you can stop after that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. I had my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday, crazy high Kristen on video?  Stay tuned!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-2598333186861815586?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2598333186861815586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-18-song-that-you-wish-you-heard-on.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2598333186861815586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2598333186861815586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/day-18-song-that-you-wish-you-heard-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-6129335703386564480</id><published>2011-08-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:16:55.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake That.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 17 - A song you hear often on the radio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Party Rock Anthem - LMFAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love this song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I wasn't able to listen to my ipod in the car I thought I was going to die.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I just about did.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No I'm not being dramatic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Get over it".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that's what you're all thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the radio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate the songs on the radio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I hear a song I like I start disliking that song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has be be a great song, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one that really makes me feel the music, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in order for me to keep enjoying it after I've heard it on the radio.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's not much to say about this particular song.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Except I'm going to learn how to dance to it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfrAzHZOb9w"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Go watch it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go dance it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go shake that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-6129335703386564480?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6129335703386564480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/shake-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/6129335703386564480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/6129335703386564480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/08/shake-that.html' title='Shake That.'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-8713675297220411768</id><published>2011-07-27T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:43:25.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By all means, take the front seat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to feel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't be mad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By all means, I have absolutely no reason to be mad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not like they did this to hurt me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They probably have no clue just how hard I'm taking this.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can only sit here in shock.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The unthinkable has happened.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought things were going to turn out differently.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought I'd walk away with a smile.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Instead I sat there holding back the tears that were inevitable, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laughing to cover the ones that escaped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I sit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the backseat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't worry, I've grown quite accustomed to all this space.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But when one calls shotgun and another jumps in, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially when it's such a nice car, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one can only be a little deflated to sit alone in the back seat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I know the seats well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've sat here before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the motions to go through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So why is it so hard this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why was it suddenly next to impossible to breathe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do I let this keep happening?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does it hurt so bad to think about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why can't I go through the motions this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm too scared to even glance at the seat now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why covet what I'll never have?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best seat I'll get will be on a motorcycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No passenger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The space will be suffocating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here I sit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the back seat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the passenger in shotgun have such a lovely time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deep breaths, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this could be a long ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7520953566412578083-8713675297220411768?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8713675297220411768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/by-all-means-take-front-seat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8713675297220411768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8713675297220411768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/by-all-means-take-front-seat.html' title='By all means, take the front seat...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-8862485826895177500</id><published>2011-07-26T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:22:19.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is turning out to be a Bad Romance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 16 - A song that you used to love but now you hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bad Romance - Lady Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to like this song, now I don't.  It's that simple really.  It brings back bad memories... awful memories.  The biggest mistake I've probably ever made.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all I'm going to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. I love driving in huge rain storms, there's simply nothing better!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-8862485826895177500?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8862485826895177500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-turning-out-to-be-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8862485826895177500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8862485826895177500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-is-turning-out-to-be-bad-romance.html' title='This is turning out to be a Bad Romance...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-2080274642267219332</id><published>2011-07-17T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T06:45:33.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas I cannot swim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 15 - A song that describes you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alas I Cannot Swim - Laura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Marling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been dreading this blog post because I know I'll finally have to open up and admit things I don't really want to admit.  So here goes nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song is almost verbatim my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There's a house across the river but alas I cannot swim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And a garden of such beauty that the flowers seem to grin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a house across the river but alas I can not swim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll live my life regretting that I never jumped in."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went on a nice little trip tonight up to Silver Lake with 4 of the most amazing girls I know.  We joked around, did some planking, walked in mud, and had some great discussions.  As we got going we were talking about our "Blind sides" and when they started to say mine I could feel myself falling into that same old rut. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not going to tell you what my blind sides are but suffice it to say, I'm too scared to do anything.  I let so many things hold me back from living my life.  Well really just one thing that trickles down into a lot of little things.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Without going into too much detail, I'll just say that I'm sick.  This sickness can bring a variety of troubles into my life.  It could disable me.  It causes me immense pain.  It even causes me to refrain from spending too much time in the sun.  But the scariest thing you ask?  It could very well take my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember as a kid watching my aunt go through the same thing.  And I remember the phone call with the awful news of her passing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this is what haunts me the most.  As I look forward in life and try to plan things I can't.  I want to limit the amount of people my family will have to call when my fate befalls me.  So when it comes to relationships, whether they be romantic or purely platonic I can't help but withhold for fear of what I will put the other through.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see the life I could live.  I see the house across the river with the flowers that grin.  I see the life across the river that was meant for me, instead I choose to live my life in constant misery.  I see all these things but it's not the life that has unfolded before me.  Instead I must stay on my side of the river and watch my friends and family on the other side of the river.  I hold back from the hours of fun.  Hold back from the memories.  Hold back from life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was saying tonight how hard it is to keep going.  To keep a cheery attitude when everything I hold dear is slipping through my fingers.  Why should I please those who will never be pleased, when I can't give them the life they deserve to be living?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to jump in and go across the river to the life I should be living on the other side.  I can see it, the life I would have had this sickness never manifested itself.  How I yearn for it!!  I can't hep myself when I find myself on the path to the river only to get to the shore to remember I cannot swim.  I must let the other person go.  I can't hold them back from the life they should be living.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I look at the ways it's held me back.  I missed more than 1/2 of my high school experience.  The hardest part is that I was friends with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SBO's&lt;/span&gt; so of course whenever we get together 87% of the conversation is about high school. I have no input.  My life consists of memories of my bedroom ceiling.  I know the lines, I know the pattern of that ceiling.  I learned how to shut myself down before I really go to thinking about the situation I'm in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this song is my wish.  I wish I could go smell the flowers, fall for the guy with the short black curly hair, take the dive.  I wish I could overcome my fears and just leap.  But alas I cannot swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. I literally cannot swim.  Swimming lessons anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-2080274642267219332?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/2080274642267219332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/alas-i-cannot-swim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2080274642267219332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/2080274642267219332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/07/alas-i-cannot-swim.html' title='Alas I cannot swim...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-528383946784589704</id><published>2011-06-28T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T20:48:19.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Go With Me</title><content type='html'>Day 14 - A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;div&gt;Come Go With Me - The Del-Vikings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a big fan 50's Doo-Wop music.  My mom used to put on the American Graffiti soundtrack and we'd listen to it while doing chores.  You can't help but listen to the whole soundtrack.  It's contagious.  Things were just better back then... or at least I would think so.  I was born 40 years too late.  So this is my plea, Let's bring the 50's back all over the world.  Let's all start wearing leather jackets, rock &lt;a href="http://soithappens.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/ducktail-hair.png?w=302&amp;amp;h=325"&gt;ducktails&lt;/a&gt;, drive motorcycles and cool cars, and just start partying to some classic music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. You may have noticed that all the things I said were for men.  This is because women weren't allowed to do anything but plan dinner parties.  Watch this &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/109030/saturday-night-live-a-ladies-guide-to-party-planning"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; for an explanation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. I leave for California in T-minus 3 days 3 hours and 15 minutes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-528383946784589704?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/528383946784589704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-go-with-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/528383946784589704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/528383946784589704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-go-with-me.html' title='Come Go With Me'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-7067651648037128425</id><published>2011-06-20T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:32:22.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Accordion, how I love thee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stereo Love - Edward Maya &amp;amp; Vika Jigulina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was bowling one night with some friends.  It was fun.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But then they turned down the lights and turned up the music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Several things happened all at once.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Farquaad was mad he didn't get a strike.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whitney was trying on her new shoes that I just re-laced.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy I was with was attempting to talk to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I stopped breathing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I heard this catchy accordion riff playing over the speakers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since then I have been addicted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Literally.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I listen to this song all the time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I try to keep it a secret cause I'm supposed to be that girl who likes cool under ground music.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will even change the song if someone comes into my room and I'm listening to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't care anymore.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You see I'm going to buy an accordion sometime soon and when I do this will be one of the first things I learn to play.  Followed by the Mario songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How can you not love it.  Seriously!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. watch the extremely weird music video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ATd-SI_PdY&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-7067651648037128425?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7067651648037128425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-accordion-how-i-love-thee.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7067651648037128425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7067651648037128425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/oh-accordion-how-i-love-thee.html' title='Oh Accordion, how I love thee...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-1720427781261822966</id><published>2011-06-14T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:38:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You probably shouldn't give all your secrets away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 12 - A song from a band you hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Secrets - One Republic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah I'm not going to lie, I detest One Republic.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They've only had one good song and it's the new one that's catchy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't even know the title, ha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These guys remind me of a certain person.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are his favorite band.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like a sign that says &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Hey, maybe you shouldn't like me"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's got lots of those signs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Yet I found myself thinking &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Hey, maybe I should like you"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah... maybe I should never have thought that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry One Republic, he ruined you for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. Click on this link - &lt;a href="http://i.imgur.com/0Bn8y.gif"&gt;http://i.imgur.com/0Bn8y.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-1720427781261822966?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1720427781261822966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-probably-shouldnt-give-all-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1720427781261822966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1720427781261822966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-probably-shouldnt-give-all-your.html' title='You probably shouldn&apos;t give all your secrets away...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-4197844232027868733</id><published>2011-06-03T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T17:17:04.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Cannibal Queen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have realized I've made a ginormous fool of myself. I need to make up for it. So here goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rewind to May 21st, 2011. This is a glorious day. The day the rapture was to occur. But the big man upstairs knew that this day was far too important to end things on. You see, this was the day that dear sweet Whitney King came into the world 21 years ago. If you don't know Whitney you may as well just die. You haven't lived life if your life doesn't include Whitney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you a bit about Whitney. She is currently my best friend. We do pretty much everything together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614083566336203122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFTSXqrgVk0/Tek7QkbT2XI/AAAAAAAAADA/VtaV9J3xJPs/s400/whit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We drive to work, we drive from work, we work. That's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-av7ECTFiEIA/TelWjcqMj_I/AAAAAAAAADI/aPMzauV-dHE/s400/DSCN3193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614113577482620914" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and we tie-dye together. It's precious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pnTzeTFXqw/TelcRqf2nLI/AAAAAAAAADU/2xyrvt3fqVM/s400/DSCN3202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614119869029457074" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom even babysits her niece. NEAT-O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brtwc2tQ7bM/TeldZq6Ax_I/AAAAAAAAADY/hTxa78zMc2g/s400/DSCN2995.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614121106089756658" /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we sing together. "Tell it to the volcano, from what I know your going down the hole!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QgwAfj-lAAc/TelfGLjBdqI/AAAAAAAAADs/XD4UTqy6TaY/s400/Leadership%2BCamp%2B057.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614122970277574306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go bowling sometimes and she ALWAYS puts her hand on her butt when she throws the ball. And she is even better bowling with her left hand. She always gets a better score.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HCdSNNbEI70/TeleSTAq-VI/AAAAAAAAADg/zcYFqW0CsRc/s400/101_1778.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614122078927780178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One time she dated Lord Farquad, BIG mistake! But now she's semi-sorta-kinda dating my arch nemesis. He is the Newman to my Jerry. That sounds bad but it's not! Go watch Seinfeld!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iudAAU_ZUwI/Tel3YGXxhWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/G1pHBxxTODk/s400/lord%2Bfarquaad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614149666404926818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxZU10_R5N0/Tel4LhAKmSI/AAAAAAAAAF8/3PcYP2Z4GX0/s400/rivals%2Bseinfeld%2Band%2Bnewman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614150549726992674" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes we plan trips. Disneyland, St. George, camping, Bear Lake, and the likes thereof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4k_v6nAsRrU/Telg2UXMGgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VfPdeAjqWVE/s400/Messy%2BFaces%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614124896789207554" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One time we watched Ghost Adventures all night and got the pee scared out of us. Literally in Whitney's case...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kbBgi-8TV0A/TelhgKmIEvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/95MW8DkUNTU/s400/Possesed%2Bwhit.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614125615722009330" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are going to become great at tennis this summer. All thanks to our friend Stacia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m27frX4KbKQ/Telh6cRQFTI/AAAAAAAAAEM/yUq0G0GvsrQ/s400/Stacia%2BHappy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614126067142890802" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also plan on working out every saturday morning. He're we come Jillian!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C8nNIGgoNv4/TelifFfCE1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/UIM_xRTtcJ8/s400/101_1714.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614126696681837394" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We like to throw chalk at each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DEqhvf2XSxI/TeljJDvdTgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/eRq4MCfqp0s/s400/DSCN3146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614127417768365570" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At work we are called the old married couple because all we do is argue. But don't worry, we are neither married or a couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NUGdDgt0PEY/TelkVClc29I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5fecBfYg5Wo/s400/Spice%2BGirls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614128723128015826" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We go to concerts. "I'd let him do anything he wants to me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KZ42kVM_XDs/TellK2AyDmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/B_leeBGs8UY/s400/DSCN3084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614129647465926242" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She and our friend Jen are going to sing Joshua Radin at my wedding while playing the bongo drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQ0jHTqqOw/Tell35S5TrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/fXOIQK-d_3I/s400/DSCN3002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614130421441318578" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wears homemade nylon shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VYFkONjAQ8g/Telmjj5cdaI/AAAAAAAAAE8/6ZyTJ81zbNw/s400/21RFLqXOQpL._AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614131171611669922" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the guys love her. Especially now that she looks like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEkQYI9bRro/TelnkSApKcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MjXR1L1NREE/s400/DSCN3417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614132283501521346" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is addicted to Grey's Anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HbVjas0k9ns/TeloRAJnCJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8U43zaIHnQo/s400/greys-anatomy-season-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614133051801405586" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She probably likes long walks on the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DTP_CIMA1-Q/TelpJ-NxsGI/AAAAAAAAAFU/j6MOUJBEwzk/s400/Blah.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614134030534553698" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She owns a sexy car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CX6LTX87s14/TelqSPrXxPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n1kPi6hSjp8/s400/29228560002_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614135272172668146" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you run her over in your car it would probably just feel like a speed bump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jGEKqxnDsL4/Telrcj6DTVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/cRd_O35c3IE/s400/DSC00411.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614136548913270098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And last but not least, she gets really excited when she's on a motorcycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eou2pCm7tc4/Tels8ZxeAdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/QPFcgh0NtqI/s400/DSCN0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614138195460358610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's her. If you don't know her I feel bad for you. So get to know her, hit her up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;801-884-8063&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning: That's not her real number so don't even try!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. Exactly 1 month from today we'll be headed to California!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-4197844232027868733?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4197844232027868733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-cannibal-queen.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4197844232027868733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4197844232027868733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-cannibal-queen.html' title='You Cannibal Queen...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CFTSXqrgVk0/Tek7QkbT2XI/AAAAAAAAADA/VtaV9J3xJPs/s72-c/whit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-8427916994767621917</id><published>2011-06-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:07:43.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knows, Who Cares?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 11 - A song from your favorite band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(this is my favorite band at this moment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who Knows, Who Cares - Local Natives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You guys probably never watch the videos that I put on here but I highly recommend you watch the Alexi Murdoch video and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6hhE_sqJG3g"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video.  I had heard of these guys a while back and liked one or two of their songs, didn't think anything special.  But then I went to the Arcade Fire concert.  These guys opened for them and they blew me away.  The percussion is absolutely stunning.  They would get all of the members pounding away on a snare and the whole room exploded.  It was like my heaven.  So I came home from the concert, bought the entire cd and fell in love.  But it was a shallow love.  I decided I needed to find out more so I searched for them on youtube.  Youtube never fails!  I found the above video and truly fell in love.  I have so much respect for these musicians.  Just please watch the video and fall in love.  The intro is a bit arduous  but the video is SOOO worth it!  I love these takeaway shows.  When you have some time to kill just look at some of the videos from the takeaway shows, SO AMAZING!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So in closing, who knows and who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;love and rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. the itch is growing stronger for an accordian....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.p.s. watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XdnjfxXpr7g"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video if you're a Simon and Garfunkel fan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-8427916994767621917?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/8427916994767621917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-knows-who-cares.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8427916994767621917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/8427916994767621917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-knows-who-cares.html' title='Who Knows, Who Cares?'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-3509429678002179734</id><published>2011-05-31T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T18:38:54.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made...</title><content type='html'>Yeah I'm bad at this... so if you're keeping up, which I know none of you are, I skipped day 08.  So I've decided I'm going to combine day 08 and day 10.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 08 - A song you know all the words to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part I: Broken Bride - Ludo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to write anything about because well, I don't want to.  Suffice it to say, it's probably my favorite Ludo song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 10 - A song that makes me fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All My Days - Alexi Murdoch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, if you don't know Alexi Murdoch SHAME ON YOU!  He's one of the best artists to ever grace the face of the earth.  If I could promote one under rated artist it would be him.  Please please please please go listen to him, I swear you will like him.  He will leave you speechless.  So take 5 minutes from you terribly busy day and go watch this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JgsT-klFnXY"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-3509429678002179734?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3509429678002179734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/watch-sky-breaking-on-promise-that-we.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3509429678002179734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3509429678002179734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/watch-sky-breaking-on-promise-that-we.html' title='Watch the sky breaking on the promise that we made...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-685441374757655253</id><published>2011-05-26T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:24:21.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I don't know why but lately I haven't been able to sign in to my blog so it's been a while.  But really, I just didn't have the desire to blog.  Yeah it's all just nonsense anyways, but I need nonsense motivation my friends!  This is weird but I find the best time for me to open up is at night just before I fall asleep.  It's probably because of the medicine I take every night before bed that makes me loopy.  But any who, it's one of those times so why not blog?!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 09 - A song that you can dance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PE08LeKxDT4"&gt;You Got What I Need&lt;/a&gt; - Joshua Radin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone who knows me knows I can't dance.  AT ALL.  I'm completely uncoordinated.  So this one has been on my mind for a while.  I can't dance to any song so why not put a song I wish I could dance to?  And by wish I mean I wish I could dance to this song at my wedding.  It's probably the most romantic song I know; probably because I saw him perform it live just a few months ago.  But believe me once you see Joshua Radin live you will never ever forget it.  He's down right SEXY!  I especially remember one part of the concert I turned to my friend and exclaimed "I'd let him do anything he wants to me"... yeah that was a bit much!  But seriously he's amazing.  And if there's any sort of dancing at my wedding this will be the song I have my first dance to.  Yeah I know I'm stupid and cliche for planning a wedding before I even have a guy but what girl doesn't?! Besides, it's not like I'm serious about any of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. So You Think You Can Dance started tonight... Oh how I wish I thought I could dance!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s. I also just noticed I skipped day 8............ maybe tomorrow? ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-685441374757655253?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/685441374757655253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-dont-know-why-but-lately-i-havent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/685441374757655253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/685441374757655253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-i-dont-know-why-but-lately-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-75542110856075343</id><published>2011-05-11T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:30:41.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A dinner table, and two bored sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Will Always Love You - Whitney Houston&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So at my house the dinner table is like a gathering place.  We have family over every Sunday for dinner and most the night is spent around the table.  I'd bet that about 84% of that time is spent laughing so hard we cry, especially Preston and I.  On the rare occasion though, Kyra and I are in just the right mood to go crazy.  Today was one of those days.  We started out on our couches talking and watching youtube videos.  We started doing this thing where Kyra sings and I lip sync to it.  It was driving my mom nuts.  I would mouth whatever was coming out of Kyra's mouth, even her laugh which was my favorite part.  But then we went to eat dinner and she started singing I will always love you by Whitney Houston.  We decided to record it and she dared me to put it on here... so yeah, this is humiliating but I never back down from a dare.  So here is the song that will always remind me of this very night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a3cef9d15239685" 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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a3cef9d15239685%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331450977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FFA10AC16772C0EE3514615C2DA96F45EDAFC95.119D6F3271E2F2125EF520777469A9874820C6B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a3cef9d15239685%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlSDqvoX0e7k7Jd7cU5KR3i4CnA&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://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a3cef9d15239685%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331450977%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FFA10AC16772C0EE3514615C2DA96F45EDAFC95.119D6F3271E2F2125EF520777469A9874820C6B1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a3cef9d15239685%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRlSDqvoX0e7k7Jd7cU5KR3i4CnA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;p.s. This weekend will be epic!!  Are you ready?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-75542110856075343?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/75542110856075343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/dinner-table-and-two-bored-sisters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/75542110856075343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/75542110856075343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/dinner-table-and-two-bored-sisters.html' title='A dinner table, and two bored sisters...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-7402780231259478665</id><published>2011-05-05T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:22:40.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A city with a legend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;Day 06 - A song that reminds you of somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;El Paso City - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xz7vliYMgKo&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Marty Robins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Name a camping trip, any camping trip I've ever been on and I guarantee this guy has played at some point.  This is the man of my past.  I can associate him with about 87% of my childhood.  I also recognize him as the #1 Cowboy.  But the exact place this song reminds me of is a lovely little place called Coyote Gulch.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu855C2_Mrg/TcOADJUgtgI/AAAAAAAAACw/EOBg6IidVh8/s320/CoyoteGulch121.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603463152908940802" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;Epic right?!  Yeah, I LOVE this place to death!  You can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt; either back pack it and take 3 days or do a day hike and get out 1/2 way through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt; I've done both and they both have some amazing memories, and pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;Let me share some with you eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:12px;"&gt;This is me with my bananadana brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-toT4k-MF0VU/TcN6QfIjHyI/AAAAAAAAABw/SYSv3fARZjE/s320/102_3244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456785032879906" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;Me, Michelle and my sister Julie.  Best road trip girls ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-on3rZVzKtIk/TcN6P8q_OuI/AAAAAAAAABg/XmlwNmI0ASg/s320/CoyoteGulch161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456775782087394" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;FROG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vaN_Z-LCtRQ/TcN8Zyi89eI/AAAAAAAAACg/sZMzRIexSOQ/s320/DSC00593.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459143885977058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Raptor raptor, doin what I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yND8iK4gkQE/TcN8ZHEtUYI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lE0LQD0EOm0/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459132216398210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;A little lunch break yoga.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mu7yF1RRwPs/TcN8ZrCYvQI/AAAAAAAAACY/U0XHR7TegV4/s320/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459141870337282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;We think we're hard core, cause well, we are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kRFM7hUzZ-Q/TcN8Y9YKF3I/AAAAAAAAACI/KUJ-2KjKn-k/s320/DSC00507.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603459129613621106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Frisbee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0gJfLxQJ2vM/TcN6QJ8P_CI/AAAAAAAAABo/qAJAMR06Ja8/s320/CoyoteGulch35.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456779344149538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;At the top of Coyote Gulch soaking it all up (quite possibly my favorite picture ever!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U_JCCvZA2BI/TcN6Q6P26XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/MqbrN77AHUA/s320/102_3325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603456792311294322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;This is at the end of the day hike, you start as soon as you wake up and walk until you're beyond ready to sleep.  This is tied for my favorite picture ever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AqXFnyor70E/TcOBVp6YtbI/AAAAAAAAAC4/IcrzHfULIyA/s320/just%2Bpics%2B015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603464570407007666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;So my friends, I miss this.  I would give anything to go back there this summer but things are just too crazy.  It's the only place that has literally taken my breath away.  I have lots more pictures but pictures can never do this place justice.  It's like The Format says "Pictures only prove we can't convince".  I don't want to convince you guys it's amazing, I want to take you there and have you experience yourself.  Maybe one day all 7 of us who look at this blog can all go?  I'm getting delirious and rambling now and I bet you're still reading because what else are you going to do?  Go look at some lame video on youtube?  Just admit it, me rambling is better than most things on youtube.  Except for maybe this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cjvwKY24bXc&amp;amp;feature=youtu.be"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;, it made me laugh for about 10 minutes today at work.  Tears were coming out of my face.  I'm going to end this now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;p.s. It is officially smells like summer all the time.  My nostrils are in heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-7402780231259478665?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7402780231259478665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/city-with-legend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7402780231259478665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7402780231259478665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/city-with-legend.html' title='A city with a legend...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cu855C2_Mrg/TcOADJUgtgI/AAAAAAAAACw/EOBg6IidVh8/s72-c/CoyoteGulch121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-7611967771139849941</id><published>2011-05-02T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T16:06:44.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope dangles on a string...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Vindicated - Dashboard Confessional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This song doesn't remind me of one person.  It reminds me of two, Laura and Stacia.  Every time the three of us are in the same car this song will be on, I would bet my life on it.  We would blast it to the point where you can't hear anything else and scream, literally scream, at the top of our lungs.  My favorite memory of this?  We were going to a movie or something, I can't remember the details.  But Laura and Stacia decided it would be funny if I sat in the back seat in between the "boyfriend" and the creep.  As we are driving down the street this song just happens to come on.  I've never screamed so loud in my life.  I don't think anyone has been more annoyed with me.  Those boys have hated me since.  But Laura, Stacia, and I got a pretty good laugh out of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&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/-f6iRv5ozABA/Tb84L-Mw2hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bXrD53awFP4/s320/101_1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602258239798434322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So this is my plea to the two of you, road trip?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-7611967771139849941?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/7611967771139849941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-dangles-on-string.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7611967771139849941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/7611967771139849941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-dangles-on-string.html' title='Hope dangles on a string...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6iRv5ozABA/Tb84L-Mw2hI/AAAAAAAAABQ/bXrD53awFP4/s72-c/101_1360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-1889154693002061562</id><published>2011-04-29T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T08:34:16.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister, My hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day - 04 - A song that makes you sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Mine - Amy Gileadi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song reminds me of my nephew Logan.  I was fortunate enough to be able to see him in the hospital the week before he passed.  He was so adorable.  I have no way to express just how much he has changed my life and the life of my family.  I have the world of respect for my sister Rachel.  I'll never forget sitting in the hospital room having to watch my sister and her husband say their final goodbye's to their baby.  Or watching Rachel with quiet dignity as they closed the casket.  Or my sweet brothers as they carried his little casket across the cemetery.  Rachel is truly my idol.  I don't even want to know what life would be like without her.  She has always kept up her spirits.  I love being able to go over to her house and just sit and talk for hours, or play games with Clint while Rachel works.  This is a couple I adore and when it comes time for me to have a family of my own I just pray we are 1/100th as cute as their family!!  I can't really say much on this subject cause all I do is bawl my eyes out just thinking about him, so I thought I'd attach his obituary.  I love you little Logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5IUED4hULQ/TbrYDSm7GNI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqthWW8JJv8/s320/Logan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601026637634934994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0D0006;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(13, 0, 6); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Our sweet, little miracle came to earth May 26, 2008 with his two brothers, Brayden James and Conner Clinton Emery. Your time here was very short before you left your little mortal body and returned to the loving arms of Heavenly Father June 16, 2008.  In the three weeks you were here with us you brought many smiles to our lives.  You taught us how to love more than we ever knew our hearts could love.  You will always have a special place in our hearts.  You will be greatly missed by your sweet parents, Cinton Ronald and Rachel Anne Emery, and your brothers, Brayden and Conner. The family would like to express a special thanks to the doctors and nurses at Primary Children's Medical Center and Intermountain Medical Center for their loving care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0D0006;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(13, 0, 6); line-height: 20px; "&gt;"Sleep well, little Logan, our little hero, until we can hold you in our arms again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0D0006;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(13, 0, 6); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(13, 0, 6); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(13, 0, 6); line-height: 20px; "&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-1889154693002061562?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1889154693002061562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sister-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1889154693002061562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1889154693002061562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-sister-my-hero.html' title='My sister, My hero'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L5IUED4hULQ/TbrYDSm7GNI/AAAAAAAAABI/LqthWW8JJv8/s72-c/Logan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-4720261118683414936</id><published>2011-04-28T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:52:33.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's good, and then there's igloo good...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Day 03 - A song that makes you happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Go Getter Greg - Ludo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;So this one was tough!  I had to think of a song that makes me happy.  I thought of pretty much every song I've ever sang at the top of my lungs with my friends, danced to in the back seat on a long road trip with my brother, or did a music video to in front of a small web cam at Whitney's.  So after much deliberation and even more video watching on youtube I decided the song that makes me happiest is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEBp4p6eDTw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.  I mean, there's good, and then there's igloo good!  Enjoy friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;p.s. I had Canteen on here until a certain &lt;a href="http://staciapaige.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt; told me she hates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-4720261118683414936?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/4720261118683414936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-good-and-then-theres-igloo-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4720261118683414936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/4720261118683414936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-good-and-then-theres-igloo-good.html' title='There&apos;s good, and then there&apos;s igloo good...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-5539457368341106178</id><published>2011-04-27T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:44:53.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, you want to miss things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Day 02 - Your least favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is not a good song for me.  Let me take you down memory lane for a bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was the middle of February 2010.  I was living in St. George (Mistake #2, I'll get to mistake #1 in a second).  I was kinda dating this boy, let's call him Chad (Mistake #1 my friends).  Chad was coming home from California for a week and decided he wanted to stop in St. George for a visit.  So Friday night rolled around and I was sitting on my couch waiting for Chad to get there. He was 2 hours late.  I kept getting texts from him all day about how he couldn't wait to get there, he had a surprise for me.  Yeah, I was nervous out of my mind!  I'd dumped him before but never in person (I'm a flake).  He had told me early to plan on going to dinner cause we've never had a real date.  So finally Chad gets there and we go for a walk.  A walk to his truck that is.  We get in and we're sitting there making small talk.  About an hour of talking he decides he is hungry so we head to the local Walmart.  We walk around for a while and he decides to get Lean Pockets for dinner.  Yeah.  I didn't eat that day.  So we go back to my apartment and he makes his Lean Pockets and then we go back out to his truck to talk for a bit.  He puts on some music.  I start to ask him questions about what he expects out of this and I start letting him down.  He gets all frustrated saying he didn't want this to happen until the next day.  I say it's better it happened that night.  At this point he's acting like he's all upset.  He changes the song.  This is where things get weird.  He turns on this song.  The song I remember my sister hating, the song she made me hate.  He gets weird and finally says "well do you want to see it?".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me back up here.  For Christmas he gave me a gorgeous blue diamond necklace.  When I got it he said it came with a counter part....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So when he says those 7 words my stomach drops.  I know exactly what "It" is.  I say "well do I have a choice?"  He says no and reaches behind the seat.  He pulls out a plastic sack (this kid's got tact!).  He digs in the bag and finally pulls out the ugliest rose I've ever seen.  He says "you can have it on one condition... I keep the box." ..... "ok?".  And he gives me the ring.  All the while Steven Tyler is screaming the lyrics to possibly one of the creepiest songs (he has it on repeat).  He goes over some bull crap of how he loves me and no matter where life takes us he'll always love me and yadda yadda yadda.  He makes me put it on.  It's disgusting.  It's too big for my finger but he makes me keep it on while he's there.  Finally I say goodnight and go inside.  I find his phone in our kitchen.  Big mistake Bud!  He had texts to another girl about how he's single again and looking so hook him up with someone hot when he gets back.  Yeah, they were a week old.  In the morning I say my final good bye.  I think I made it clear I didn't want to see him again, I hope his face still stings.  And that's my almost engagement story.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 11px/normal 'Lucida Grande'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So long Douche bag Chad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-5539457368341106178?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/5539457368341106178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-you-want-to-miss-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/5539457368341106178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/5539457368341106178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/sometimes-you-want-to-miss-things.html' title='Sometimes, you want to miss things...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-6769787052389133723</id><published>2011-04-26T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T07:16:05.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile when you feel the sunlight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:verdana;"&gt;Let's face it friends, I'm not a blogger!  I don't know how, and I don't know what to put on here!  I always see my friends blogs and think "Oh they're fun, they have a blog, they must have a life" and then I think "Oh I'm no fun, I have a blog that does nothing, I must not have a life".  And I'm correct in my thinking!  So as I was unable to sleep last night I was on F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt; and one of the coolest girls I've ever known is doing this 30 day song challenge and I want to be cool like that but I don't want to do it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; cause the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; world needs to think I'm cool and only on there to do my stupid status updates.  So long story short I'm going to do the 30 day song challenge on here!  I figure it's a good way to get me on my blog and a good way to keep me entertained!  So without further adieu, I give to you Day 1 of the 30 day song challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Day 01- Your favorite song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mine is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKGw01Jqkr8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Snails by The Format&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family:verdana;"&gt;(go to that link and tell me you don't love this song!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I swear the first thing someone will ask me when they find out I'm a freak for music is "Who's your favorite band?"  Well that's just stupid!  With well over 8,000 songs, 573 artists, and 21.1 days of listening, that's a big question!  So Asking me to pinpoint my favorite song should be more difficult right?  Wrong.  I have this song and no matter how many times I listen to it, it never gets old.  I listen to it and I get that same giddy feeling I had when I first listened to it.  I've dissected it, I've gone over every little word, the way he pronounces every line, the way the guitar will hold in all the right places building up the suspense for the next chorus.  I KNOW this song.  I know what it means to me and why it's my favorite.  So go smile and feel the sunlight!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-6769787052389133723?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/6769787052389133723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile-when-you-feel-sunlight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/6769787052389133723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/6769787052389133723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2011/04/smile-when-you-feel-sunlight.html' title='Smile when you feel the sunlight.'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-3569144603711459510</id><published>2010-11-02T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:50:30.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm in love...</title><content type='html'>I love music!!! Most people who know me don't know how big I am into music. I play about six instruments. It's my passion. I love anything music, playing it, listening to it, creating it and last but not least, making music just flow. I can sit for hours on end manipulating a play list so each song just absolutely flows into the next. My passion for music has grown so much over the past couple of years. As I find my life spiraling out of control, I try to take control of anything. You see with my health I have no idea what my life holds, everything can change in a second. But one thing that's always constant is my music. I can take absolute control over it all. Music is the life blood of this world. It is the underlying beat to which we all walk. It's more than sounds, it's a way of life. It influences who we are, who we will become. It is the only force in the universe that can change your mood by simply hitting a note on a piano, strumming a chord on a guitar or singing the perfect lyric. Music lives in me. I fall asleep to music, I wake to music. It's constantly there through out my day. I love it. Nothing gets to me quite like music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rodney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-3569144603711459510?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/3569144603711459510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-im-in-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3569144603711459510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/3569144603711459510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-im-in-love.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love...'/><author><name>Kristen Holman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13958377685180189351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2WK5hT2K2Og/TNDl_9fnpCI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/ii7t_9IqH2Q/S220/Saying+goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7520953566412578083.post-1540376023780375805</id><published>2010-11-02T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:18:07.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristen the Great Impressionist? I think it has a ring to it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So this is my very first post and as you can tell I'm not even close to having my blog all set up to my liking. But I just thought I would post and let you all know that I do some very spectacular impressions! I can do Blue's Clues, a wicked elephant, Sarah Palin (no, this one's not the same as the wicked elephant), according to some people I look like Tina Fey, and the entire movie "Drop Dead Gorgeous". But my best and personal favorite is Amanda Bynes in "She's the Man". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Now it's come to my attention that someone in particular, let's call her S. Ellis... No, no let's call her Stacia E., well she shared on her &lt;a href="http://staciapaige.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that she doesn't believe I do this particular impression very well. So to you Stacia, I will continue doing this impression for all who ask me to do so. And believe me, lot's of people will be asking! I finish this post with a simple phrase... &lt;strong&gt;IN YOUR FACE STACIA E&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love and Rockets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rodney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7520953566412578083-1540376023780375805?l=universeislaughing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/feeds/1540376023780375805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2010/11/kristen-great-impressionist-i-think-it.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1540376023780375805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7520953566412578083/posts/default/1540376023780375805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://universeislaughing.blogspot.com/2010/11/kristen-great-impressionist-i-think-it.html' title='Kristen the Great Impressionist? 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