<?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-5975885536417456896</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:43:41.756-06:00</updated><category term='friendship'/><category term='school'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>The Blonde Report</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-1258416004709382227</id><published>2009-02-24T12:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:47:26.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><summary type='text'>My friend Maria and I send each other emails every few days that consist of a list. The list is simple and contains items such as: 1.week 2. food 3. regularity (dont ask) 4. God 5. boysWe use this list as a starting point to tell each other whats going on in each area of our lives. I love it! and Maria's are so freaking hilarious! My point in telling this is that I wrote to her today about what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/1258416004709382227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=1258416004709382227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/1258416004709382227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/1258416004709382227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-friend-maria-and-i-send-each-other.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-3501169537449275194</id><published>2009-02-11T11:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:21:26.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>things my kids say</title><summary type='text'>1.SW- "HS marked a red dot on my nose!"HS- "Well I couldnt tell if he said yes or no"2.CS- "Can we pray for my grandpa?"Me: "Sure, whats wrong?"CS- "he got a bandaid on his lip"3.KK- "My dad likes to row the bawn"Me: "DO you mean "mow the lawn?"KK- "OHHHH....thats what he keeps saying! I know what that means!4.EK: Dear Mommy and Daddy, I hope you are a light to your friends. I hope your heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/3501169537449275194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=3501169537449275194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/3501169537449275194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/3501169537449275194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-my-kids-say.html' title='things my kids say'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-6727305394598940004</id><published>2009-02-08T11:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:54:56.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin' Austin Real</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday, Nate and I decided to load up our bikes and go find a trail to ride them on. We had looked online and found Walnut Creek park had a fairly easy bike trail....so we went.Let me start by saying that I have had 3 knee surgeries in the past 13 months and I just got to where I can actually bend my leg far enough to ride a bike about a month ago.....So we ge there and there are bikers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/6727305394598940004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=6727305394598940004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/6727305394598940004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/6727305394598940004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-saturday-nate-and-i-decided-to-load.html' title='Keepin&apos; Austin Real'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-5254171214069246035</id><published>2009-02-05T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:49:15.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan's crazy toenail</title><summary type='text'>My BFF, Jordan, came over tonight for pizza and the office with Nathan and I.So J and I have been friends since Pre-K and BFF since Mrs. Fisher's 2nd grade class..awww good times:) I just thought I'd share a story from tonight that exhibits why i love her, she is crazy, and why there is no doubt that she is my true BFF..Jordan (while holding up her big toe) "did you see my nasty toe?"Me: "Oh my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/5254171214069246035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=5254171214069246035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/5254171214069246035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/5254171214069246035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/jordans-crazy-toenail.html' title='Jordan&apos;s crazy toenail'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-5947704682046691149</id><published>2009-02-04T19:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:51:22.445-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Its not like I even have a good whistle....</title><summary type='text'>Ok. So today during our reading circle I was calling on different students to answer questions about the book/ read out loud. Well two of my little darlings decide to start giggling, messing with each other, etc. So in usual teacher mode I would abruptly stop this behavior by either saying something, passing a knowing glance or snapping my finger quietly so to not distract the poor student who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/5947704682046691149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=5947704682046691149' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/5947704682046691149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/5947704682046691149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-not-like-i-even-have-good-whistle.html' title='Its not like I even have a good whistle....'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYpF3q4X9kI/AAAAAAAAABI/XiE-SN3RGiw/s72-c/krick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-2989288649767341122</id><published>2009-02-03T18:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:54:52.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Story of Us</title><summary type='text'>Ok...so I feel like the best place to start this whole thing is with Nathan and I. We have been dating for 11 months now....hard to believe....but lets start at the beginning.I met Nathan 8 years ago when I was a senior in high school. I had just become friends with Will and he introduced me to Nathan. They had known each other since t-ball:) I can still clearly remember standing by Will's locker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/2989288649767341122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=2989288649767341122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/2989288649767341122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/2989288649767341122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-story-of-us.html' title='The Story of Us'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYkfQEcl67I/AAAAAAAAABA/p219E837qLc/s72-c/Dallas+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5975885536417456896.post-6430134715185302786</id><published>2009-02-03T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:10:17.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my first blog</title><summary type='text'>So after finally deciding it was time to start reading these blogs I've been hearing everyone (girls at work) talk about I did last night. After realizing that the entire Kinder team has a blog, I got jealous and made my own! Even though you see people every day and hear all the stories....it is still fun to read about them...especially if you missed details! For example, I read a posting that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/feeds/6430134715185302786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5975885536417456896&amp;postID=6430134715185302786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/6430134715185302786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5975885536417456896/posts/default/6430134715185302786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblondereport.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-after-finally-deciding-it-was-time.html' title='my first blog'/><author><name>Kourtney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09224222019743200911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QLtYqgPEI_c/SYjKs8xNjzI/AAAAAAAAAAg/DnYNfn-UnYI/S220/ETC+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
