<?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-4581951049400712091</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:06:11.290-08:00</updated><category term='I am an idiot'/><category term='am i a push over'/><category term='An honest child'/><title type='text'>JUST US KENTUCKY FOLKS!!!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>Are you really ready to read about the life of Ryan, Lisa and Kiersten?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5392658016887025623</id><published>2010-03-13T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T07:33:53.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New post</title><content type='html'>I need to say I am sorry for not updating. With the move and not having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; it didn't happen. But I am back now! After all the unpacking I still have not found my camera. I'm a little sad. It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I just need to buy a new one....... I have lots of great things happening and hoping to take lots of pictures to share..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5392658016887025623?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5392658016887025623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5392658016887025623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5392658016887025623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5392658016887025623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-post.html' title='New post'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8897840804572820830</id><published>2010-01-18T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T05:29:26.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing to fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/S1RiKY8--_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ayHhfqZWBvc/s1600-h/kiersten+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428071381524741106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/S1RiKY8--_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ayHhfqZWBvc/s400/kiersten+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/S1RiKIlVBSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/v8KIfsAvbLE/s1600-h/kiersten1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428071377130554658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/S1RiKIlVBSI/AAAAAAAAAgg/v8KIfsAvbLE/s400/kiersten1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow I have not been on my blog in forever! I almost forgot I had one. Truth be told I lost camera so I couldn't update my pictures. Then after a while I became lazy with it.. But the good news is I'M BACK!!! I love these pictures of my baby girl. I don't know what to do she is getting to big.&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/4581951049400712091-8897840804572820830?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8897840804572820830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8897840804572820830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8897840804572820830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8897840804572820830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2010/01/growing-to-fast.html' title='Growing to fast'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/S1RiKY8--_I/AAAAAAAAAgo/ayHhfqZWBvc/s72-c/kiersten+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2254012319792517256</id><published>2009-10-07T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T15:48:27.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween is coming!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aNiYVjII/AAAAAAAAAgY/PZhPwEdBLCE/s1600-h/hallo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993148901854338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aNiYVjII/AAAAAAAAAgY/PZhPwEdBLCE/s400/hallo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aNNuCTVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MmFaZxhXye4/s1600-h/hall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993143355723090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aNNuCTVI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/MmFaZxhXye4/s400/hall2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aM_Y4CfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KlrkfRlcpGU/s1600-h/hall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389993139508873714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aM_Y4CfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/KlrkfRlcpGU/s400/hall1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pictures are not very clear they where taken before a birthday party. Better ones will come.. As you can see Kiersten is a vampire this year. Her hair is white but again bad pics. She said that it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; and she did not want to be cute she wants to be scary. When we went to the party &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; told her how cute she is. Yeah now she wants to change her costume.. Oh and Kris I added that song for you by the way. I hope you enjoy it......&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/4581951049400712091-2254012319792517256?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2254012319792517256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2254012319792517256' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2254012319792517256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2254012319792517256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-is-coming.html' title='Halloween is coming!!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Ss0aNiYVjII/AAAAAAAAAgY/PZhPwEdBLCE/s72-c/hallo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4893388678925792638</id><published>2009-09-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T20:26:55.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Squirrel Hunting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuSgbyurI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5IEN7gWXRxA/s1600-h/squirrel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383752406279568050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuSgbyurI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5IEN7gWXRxA/s400/squirrel+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuSZYN5rI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DVkwVbY6ocA/s1600-h/squirrel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383752404385523378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuSZYN5rI/AAAAAAAAAf4/DVkwVbY6ocA/s400/squirrel+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuR6JSGxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EpSJ6BtdCag/s1600-h/squierral+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383752396001385234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuR6JSGxI/AAAAAAAAAfw/EpSJ6BtdCag/s400/squierral+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; I had a couple of pictures of our trip in Ryan's phone. How could I have forgotten these!!!!! While in Kentucky, Kiersten wanted to go squirrel hunting. Ryan, Kiersten and Gramps went one morning out on my fathers land. I stayed back at dad's house. As much as Kiersten always said she wanted to go and shoot a squirrel I didn't think she would be able to bring herself to actually go hunting. They took off early morning back in the hills. A couple hours later dad and I was sitting on the front porch and around the house Kiersten came a running so excited and laughing. She almost threw the thing into my face. I couldn't help but to laugh. It had a stick shoved into it's foot so she could carry it. She was so excited about it and I was too. Until she said that she wanted Gramps to fry it up so she could eat it. And they did. They fried it up and Kiersten ate her some squirrel meat. Oh how I miss country living. Some will not know what to think of this but others they know exactly what I mean by saying how I miss country living. Ain't nothing else like it!!!! I am and will always be proud of my roots.. Back in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky is where both myself and Ryan was raised!!! Ryan and I have been away from home for 10 years now. I really miss Kentucky and all my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4581951049400712091-4893388678925792638?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4893388678925792638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4893388678925792638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4893388678925792638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4893388678925792638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/09/country-squirrel-hunting.html' title='Country Squirrel Hunting!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SrbuSgbyurI/AAAAAAAAAgA/5IEN7gWXRxA/s72-c/squirrel+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1931106233615566911</id><published>2009-09-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:58:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road trip.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We made a trip to Kentucky for Amber's Wedding. For those that do not know Ryan has twins for sisters and Amber is one of them!  The wedding was absolutely beautiful. She looked amazing in her gown. Along with being apart of this beautiful occasion we had a wonderful time visiting Ryan's family and my father in Kentucky.  Then we headed further north to Ohio to see my mother, sis, the rest of the family and of course Brooke my niece! Again loads of fun in Ohio. Our whole trip was fun.  Anyone that knows the Galovics family will not be surprised to hear that we made it to Texrakana and realized we forgot our camera. I was so disappointed. As soon as the family send us their pictures oh yes I will be posting them!! While living the 5 years here in Texas this makes Kiersten and I 7 times we have drove the long road trip. We've flown a couple times but driving is way better. I really believe nothing is better for a family then to have to spend time with each other. No T.V., computers, other rooms to go into. Nothing. Spending quality time together making each other laugh and sharing stories. We have lots of fun on our road trips. Kiersten is just amazing on how she behaves.  I really need to remind everyone to hurry and send the pictures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1931106233615566911?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1931106233615566911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1931106233615566911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1931106233615566911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1931106233615566911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-trip.html' title='The road trip.'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6698006553402178941</id><published>2009-08-19T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:50:45.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flower dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SoyBPE7FEBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AWmOeSu3Vb0/s1600-h/flower+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SoyBPE7FEBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AWmOeSu3Vb0/s400/flower+dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371810551565717522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hunt for the dress is over. I can't even begin to tell you how many dresses Kiersten looked at. In stores as well as on line. Dress after dress, after dress. Ryan, Kiersten and I went to Waco to the Davids Bridal. Kiersten had several in the dressing room. She would only come out wearing a couple of dresses. It didn't matter how pretty we may have thought they where. If Kiersten didn't like the least little thing on the dress she wasn't going to come out. So she picked this one out. I was surprised. I think it looks beautiful on her.. I can't wait for the wedding. Amber's wedding will be the 3rd time Kiersten will have the honor of being a flower girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6698006553402178941?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6698006553402178941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6698006553402178941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6698006553402178941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6698006553402178941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/08/flower-dress.html' title='flower dress'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SoyBPE7FEBI/AAAAAAAAAfo/AWmOeSu3Vb0/s72-c/flower+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1693114233872597780</id><published>2009-08-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:00:52.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Pepper What????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIa4cU_zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Rx3kyxPIJbw/s1600-h/peppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIa4cU_zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Rx3kyxPIJbw/s400/peppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371396238490271538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIam6m1DI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Dx9zD8Jzs8k/s1600-h/plate+peppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIam6m1DI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Dx9zD8Jzs8k/s400/plate+peppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371396233785431090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIaLcU2CI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yXb4f6iLHKA/s1600-h/potatoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIaLcU2CI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/yXb4f6iLHKA/s400/potatoes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371396226410666018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dena went home to her family. Dena's parents have a garden. Dena brought me some fresh produce from the garden. Dena has problems. Look at these peppers.  They are actually called PETER PEPPERS. You can figure out why they are called what they are.  Last night Ryan and I chopped the little peter things up and added them in our Taters.. They where good.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1693114233872597780?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1693114233872597780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1693114233872597780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1693114233872597780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1693114233872597780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/08/peter-pepper-what.html' title='Peter Pepper What????????'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SosIa4cU_zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/Rx3kyxPIJbw/s72-c/peppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5717849393876968329</id><published>2009-08-01T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:20:31.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* When the weather gets to be over 93 out, is my car suppose to smell like rotten milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why aren't my animals scared of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why doesn't my daughter fear me when I tell her she better listen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Is it normal to be able to wear your spouses shoes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why can't I find the odor in my bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* When does good things happen for good people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* How can food spoil in the fridge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Does anyone else laugh at their own jokes even is no one else thinks they are funny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why can't the presidential election come any sooner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* When someone tells you NO, what does that mean exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why doesn't Kiersten want to be a flower girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why does Kiersten say she is about to throw up when I show her flower girl dresses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;Why do I find gas to be so funny. I will laugh at myself if I am alone in my house it's just entertaining.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Who was the first to ask "why did the chicken cross the road" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why do so many play the lottery, it is making my chances of winning so much less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Are you scared of little tree monsters at night when it rains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why do these little monsters make the branches tap on my windows at night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why does the fruit Kumquat sound so dirty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Have you ever had a friend sport around the "camel toe" and you didn't have the heart to tell them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* What is the purpose of a Cockroach?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why can't I rear end cars that cut in front of me without my insurance paying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why do I always feel like I have to catch up to the car in front of me no matter how far away they are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Does my husband really work, he comes home smelling the same as when he left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Why do men have so many hobbies that never gets finish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* How do we fit so much crap into our house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Would it be unusual if I had a yard sale on a week day after 5 pm. I don't like waking up early on the weekends just to be rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Who honestly washes their cloths before wearing them the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* How come when you watch a dog poo you will get a sty on your eye. For real just ask my husband! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* What do I want to be when I grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;*Why was life so easy growing up when my parents went out back and picked money off the money tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Where can I steal this money tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Does anyone else ever want to run over all the orange cones so nicely placed in the construction sites?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Am I the only one that has ran them over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Do you ever find yourself talking to yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Do you ever get into a fight and start yelling then your daughter ask who you are talking to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Do you say that you was singing a Melissa Etheridge song like I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;* Can Jack Russel's really poo that much in 3 hours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5717849393876968329?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5717849393876968329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5717849393876968329' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5717849393876968329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5717849393876968329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3985025442028806908</id><published>2009-07-27T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T08:34:41.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H3dvtiYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/aCKW5zfjNYg/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162486959606146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H3dvtiYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/aCKW5zfjNYg/s400/DSC01576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H3OKcy2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/_0cVnoJhvek/s1600-h/DSC01571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162482776787810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H3OKcy2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/_0cVnoJhvek/s400/DSC01571.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2_JISpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CD_LgqWBl2o/s1600-h/DSC01574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162478744717970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2_JISpI/AAAAAAAAAe4/CD_LgqWBl2o/s400/DSC01574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2vJfETI/AAAAAAAAAew/pyzxdEgKQsc/s1600-h/DSC01578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162474451243314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2vJfETI/AAAAAAAAAew/pyzxdEgKQsc/s400/DSC01578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2cXRtgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qd6DLwolWzk/s1600-h/DSC01579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363162469408814594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H2cXRtgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/qd6DLwolWzk/s400/DSC01579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GcDzDAlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7UI67RcPZV4/s1600-h/DSC01581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363160916626178642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GcDzDAlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/7UI67RcPZV4/s400/DSC01581.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GcGduYJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Vbxg133nLLE/s1600-h/DSC01586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363160917342052498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GcGduYJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/Vbxg133nLLE/s400/DSC01586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbxwS0TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xj-b7aRUNaA/s1600-h/DSC01597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363160911782793522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbxwS0TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/xj-b7aRUNaA/s400/DSC01597.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbqwreEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cboalks6120/s1600-h/DSC01598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363160909905360962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbqwreEI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cboalks6120/s400/DSC01598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbaHPtbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7dYMg4wPn6A/s1600-h/DSC01612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363160905436607922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3GbaHPtbI/AAAAAAAAAeA/7dYMg4wPn6A/s400/DSC01612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday Kiersten and her three friends came over for the night. Ryan thought it would be fun to put up a tent and camp out in the back yard. The kids and Ryan went out in the field of trees behind the house and gathered wood for the fire pit. We made strawberry and chocolate S'mores. After the mess of the marshmallows we played light tag in the trees. We had a lot of fun. Even though it was last min and in the back yard everyone had a blast, until they decided to tell ghost stories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3985025442028806908?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3985025442028806908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3985025442028806908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3985025442028806908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3985025442028806908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/sleep-over.html' title='Sleep over'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sm3H3dvtiYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/aCKW5zfjNYg/s72-c/DSC01576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3153388046478301158</id><published>2009-07-24T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:45:24.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have always been one that would rather give then to receive.  I would love Kiersten to get involved with volunteer work as well.  At her age, and this is just my personal beliefs, I don't think she is ready for a food pantry or feeding the homeless.  I do not think she is to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; young to help. She is to young to understand why some people live in the streets.  To young to understand why some do not have family that can help them out. When the time comes where Kiersten will learn to understand I will be more then willing to let her volunteer.  Until then I came up with something else. I thought since Kiersten loves animals we can help out there. I went to the NO KILL animal shelter this morning and signed us up for our volunteer services. We start 7 am Monday morning. Some of our task will be cleaning the dog kennels, cat litter boxes, feed and water all animals and walking the dogs. Kiersten is so excited to do this. She understands that we are there to work not  just play and that we can not take any of the pets home with us. I am really excited about giving back and I am so happy that she is as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3153388046478301158?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3153388046478301158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3153388046478301158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3153388046478301158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3153388046478301158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving-back.html' title='Giving Back'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6097534922366405209</id><published>2009-07-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:47:00.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMMM Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love everything about Thanksgiving! Yeah, yeah it is July and Nov is many months away. I just can't help it... The season changing, fall decorations, friends and family over. The smell of pumpkin pie candles throughout the house. Can you smell it? Placing the the bale of hay with the scarecrows in the front yard. Oh the joy! Leaves changing colors. Such excitement, I love it!! Yep Kris, I think we might have to do another "early" Thanksgiving dinner!!!! Years ago while stationed in Alaska Kris couldn't wait for Thanksgiving to come. SO we had us an early Thanksgiving, it was wonderful. Nothing better then celebrating 2 Thanksgivings in a year! HAPPY EARLY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE... It is never to early to start thinking what all you are thankful for this year. I for one have lots to be thankful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6097534922366405209?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6097534922366405209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6097534922366405209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6097534922366405209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6097534922366405209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/yummmm-thanksgiving.html' title='YUMMMM Thanksgiving'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5818048051135397985</id><published>2009-07-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:57:41.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I love (sarcasm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;These are a couple of examples that makes my butt hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Telemarketers at 8 a.m.. Walking through a yard stepping in dog poo. Commercials on the radio. Rude cashiers. Car sales associates, no such thing as just wanting to look. Cantaloupe. Outside people suggesting what is the best thing I should do for Ryan and Kiersten. Burning Dinner. Falling in the shower, hallway, kitchen or anywhere else in my house. Receiving the "bird" while I am driving. Inpatient people. Child molestation, your days of punishment haven't begun. Doctors, they know everything cause their the doctor. Jack Russel's. Having to change the oil every 3,000 miles, before I know it oil is due. My neighbors. Dorito breath enough said. Jar lids that are impossible to open. Our President, I think it's only fair to treat yours the same as you treated mine. Bugs doesn't really matter a bug is a bug. Sugar free drinks. Walmart, they are taking over the little man with their China made everything but yet I find myself in one all the time. Finally the importance of money. It is such a terrible thing how much money effects everything today. Many have said money doesn't make you who you are, nor does it bring you happiness. I disagree and for that I am ashamed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5818048051135397985?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5818048051135397985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5818048051135397985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5818048051135397985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5818048051135397985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-love.html' title='What I love (sarcasm)'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7307305490418753874</id><published>2009-07-13T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:35:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain, the suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Slv73x5xVQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VwQ6im4CEpQ/s1600-h/fin+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358153117394359554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Slv73x5xVQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VwQ6im4CEpQ/s400/fin+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Slv73tC3xDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6JAvUcBn0-c/s1600-h/fin+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358153116090352690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Slv73tC3xDI/AAAAAAAAAdo/6JAvUcBn0-c/s400/fin+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;After gymnastics us and another couple decided to go out to dinner. While saying goodbye Ryan jumped in our car, I was still standing outside with the door opened. For whatever reason Ryan felt it necessary to roll up the window because of the AC. Made no sense what so ever seeing the door was opened. My window was barely cracked and my mouth running 90 miles and hour. I paid no attention that my finger was in the way. Oh the pain. I have had my finger smashed I can't begin to tell you how many times but nothing compares to that pain. It hurt I was in tears. Everyone else was smiling/ laughing.... :(     It's ok I think I will pull through this and recover soon. Get well cards and flowers are welcomed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4581951049400712091-7307305490418753874?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7307305490418753874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7307305490418753874' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7307305490418753874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7307305490418753874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/pain-suffering.html' title='The pain, the suffering'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Slv73x5xVQI/AAAAAAAAAdw/VwQ6im4CEpQ/s72-c/fin+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5381478795492085298</id><published>2009-07-13T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T04:56:01.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan, The softer side</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In the last couple days life here has been go, go, go. Ryan had previously laid T-Bone steaks and Pork chops in the refrigerator to be thawed for him and Kiersten. With our running here and there we didn't cook the meat within the proper safety time. Here comes Ryan the softer side! He ran out of charcoal so he made a trip to the store. After he threw the meat on the grill I sat and wondered if he was really going to eat this meat. All I could do was think my goodness he is going to be up all night with an upset stomach. Then I hear him say "perfect" as he took a smell. Now he is grabbing the meat and not walking in the house with it but walking around the backyard placing each piece of meat on rocks. We have a couple large rocks in our backyard. I am laughing now. I could not believe what I was seeing. He looked up at me and said " Lisa, I am sure Dozer doesn't want his food mixed with dirt.'' The dogs loved their grilled steaks and pork chops. Ryan is such a softy. :o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5381478795492085298?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5381478795492085298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5381478795492085298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5381478795492085298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5381478795492085298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/ryan-softer-side.html' title='Ryan, The softer side'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2479475297092646987</id><published>2009-07-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T09:56:44.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sldypz5pD5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/V16s97SpknI/s1600-h/makeup2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876344412671890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sldypz5pD5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/V16s97SpknI/s400/makeup2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypqJ1ErI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7ZE8Ejh3Qcs/s1600-h/makeup1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876341796213426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypqJ1ErI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7ZE8Ejh3Qcs/s400/makeup1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypaKOmII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f1IZW8trSvE/s1600-h/makeup5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876337502918786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypaKOmII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/f1IZW8trSvE/s400/makeup5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypHfBMnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kEUREtdrhzM/s1600-h/makeup4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356876332489847410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SldypHfBMnI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kEUREtdrhzM/s400/makeup4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Nothing better then having friends over playing makeup beauty back in my younger days. Last night Kiersten's friend Kaitlyn came for a sleep over. It was such a joy watching these young girls play an old favorite! It was so silly listening to them talk explaining to one another the "proper" way to apply eye shadow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-2479475297092646987?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2479475297092646987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2479475297092646987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2479475297092646987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2479475297092646987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/makeup-beauty.html' title='Makeup Beauty'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sldypz5pD5I/AAAAAAAAAdg/V16s97SpknI/s72-c/makeup2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7918598488456884178</id><published>2009-07-06T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:12:50.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKuxTMMxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/UqoTYU3GcNE/s1600-h/DSC01530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355535068885206210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKuxTMMxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/UqoTYU3GcNE/s400/DSC01530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKukpyQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAco/PI4bwbkgP_c/s1600-h/DSC01503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355534851612142850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKukpyQ7QI/AAAAAAAAAco/PI4bwbkgP_c/s400/DSC01503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKukQ0xn6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/u6Q9-FKwjyY/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355534844911787938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKukQ0xn6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/u6Q9-FKwjyY/s400/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKuj1zArTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QySOmE4HaU4/s1600-h/DSC01526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355534837656628530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKuj1zArTI/AAAAAAAAAcY/QySOmE4HaU4/s400/DSC01526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Kiersten doing some research. One day she will regret doing this as much as she does. Oh I can't wait for the days where she is loaded down with homework....... Is that wrong of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7918598488456884178?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7918598488456884178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7918598488456884178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7918598488456884178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7918598488456884178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiersten.html' title='Kiersten'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SlKuxTMMxMI/AAAAAAAAAcw/UqoTYU3GcNE/s72-c/DSC01530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4216293996338605311</id><published>2009-07-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:10:30.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tVYQJZ3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f6pIpvwAqho/s1600-h/DSC01471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266852300777330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tVYQJZ3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f6pIpvwAqho/s400/DSC01471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tVGG4fPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3BZyLDRoiuc/s1600-h/DSC01472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266847430081778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tVGG4fPI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3BZyLDRoiuc/s400/DSC01472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUwToecI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xfc9lykxVjI/s1600-h/DSC01470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266841577978306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUwToecI/AAAAAAAAAcA/xfc9lykxVjI/s400/DSC01470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUsjWL5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/d6CQVbX4eBc/s1600-h/DSC01469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266840570146706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUsjWL5I/AAAAAAAAAb4/d6CQVbX4eBc/s400/DSC01469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUG9i15I/AAAAAAAAAbw/RRpKHR4zdwc/s1600-h/DSC01468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354266830479480722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tUG9i15I/AAAAAAAAAbw/RRpKHR4zdwc/s400/DSC01468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;These are just a couple of pictures I had in my camera. Kiersten of course acting silly as always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4216293996338605311?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4216293996338605311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4216293996338605311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4216293996338605311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4216293996338605311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sk4tVYQJZ3I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/f6pIpvwAqho/s72-c/DSC01471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2620332866617959382</id><published>2009-06-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:45:13.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Dozer's Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gv1HewI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3EW52SaCgp0/s1600-h/DSC01454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301676399229698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gv1HewI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3EW52SaCgp0/s400/DSC01454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gTr99ZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gcCHJcLeMTQ/s1600-h/DSC01455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301668844664210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gTr99ZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/gcCHJcLeMTQ/s400/DSC01455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gI3abNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x4-Rkov8iBQ/s1600-h/DSC01458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353301665939877074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gI3abNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/x4-Rkov8iBQ/s400/DSC01458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I do believe Dozer has more family that misses him then me :( ..... Dozer is a huge part of our family. Yes I see my animals as part of our family. Those of you that doesn't love their pets, well doggonnit go and give them a hug. Go ahead I will wait.................. Dozer just turned 7 at the end of May. I hope that he will live a long doggie life with us. (Jennie, Amber I know you will enjoy these pictures)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4581951049400712091-2620332866617959382?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2620332866617959382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2620332866617959382' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2620332866617959382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2620332866617959382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-dozers-fans.html' title='For Dozer&apos;s Fans'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq_gv1HewI/AAAAAAAAAbo/3EW52SaCgp0/s72-c/DSC01454.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-774967988050559852</id><published>2009-06-30T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:34:36.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd time around Northern Pike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9GThasBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LvEkDBW8KIY/s1600-h/ryan+pike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353299023100555282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9GThasBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LvEkDBW8KIY/s400/ryan+pike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9GIq_4gI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gx2BlSMXR0w/s1600-h/DSC01444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353299020187951618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9GIq_4gI/AAAAAAAAAbI/gx2BlSMXR0w/s400/DSC01444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9FrzyZgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TAKzWu0lpho/s1600-h/DSC01446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353299012440188418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9FrzyZgI/AAAAAAAAAbA/TAKzWu0lpho/s400/DSC01446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Dumbass Lisa tried to update the blog and I deleted the whole dern post. I will try it again! While in Alaska Ryan and Roger took a fly in fishing trip to Minto Flats. Ryan caught a 39 inch Pike. During Ryans deployment I found a wonderful Taxidermist and sent several pictures of Ryan with the fish. We hung the "big un" between the black and cinnamon bear that he killed in Alaska as well. Always remember Don't feed the bears, they're stuffed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4581951049400712091-774967988050559852?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/774967988050559852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=774967988050559852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/774967988050559852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/774967988050559852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/06/2nd-time-around-northern-pike.html' title='2nd time around Northern Pike'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Skq9GThasBI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/LvEkDBW8KIY/s72-c/ryan+pike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7708002545348111310</id><published>2009-06-25T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T08:17:53.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa's Dream car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SkOSRN1eZBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cJmprKWCVG4/s1600-h/van.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351281606715663378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SkOSRN1eZBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cJmprKWCVG4/s400/van.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;No this isn't a joke. This is a 1970 VW Camper Van and it is my dream ride. I love it. I will NEVER have the grand opportunity to be a proud owner of one as sad as that sounds. It has been a battle for 9 1/2 years in this house. Ryan will not give in :( I have thought many times to just lay on the the floor kicking and screaming. Seeing that doesn't work with Kiersten I passed on that thought. I need your help. How can I convince Ryan that we really need to make "the sale" . I have been a good wife. Oh yeah one more thing I want to paint it. I want to paint a huge rainbow many, many colors with flowers. FLOWER POWER!! Flowers with a giant bumble bee. And of course I would put say no to drugs on the bumper. Yeah I don't know why Ryan isn't on board with this one. HUMMMMMMM I need help. Honestly you could see me driving this beauty can't you. I know you can I would look good behind the wheel.... I would rock out to Janis Joplin and John Lennon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7708002545348111310?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7708002545348111310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7708002545348111310' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7708002545348111310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7708002545348111310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/06/lisas-dream-car.html' title='Lisa&apos;s Dream car'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SkOSRN1eZBI/AAAAAAAAAaM/cJmprKWCVG4/s72-c/van.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7592043753512423819</id><published>2009-06-24T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T12:27:17.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>up his ass</title><content type='html'>You ask "Why Lisa, have you not updated your blog?" Without beating around the bush I have had my head so far stuck up Ryan's ass, I am not sure as of yet when I will began pulling it out. Oh and another excuse would be that I have lost my memory card for my camera. I take great pride in saying I DID NOT lose my camera this time. I just need to go and buy another one. I am very aware that everyone loves my pictures!!!!!!!!! Soon very soon I will have new post with pictures. Who wants to read a book without pictures? That is what I think about blogs. Who wants to read a blog without some of Lisa's fabulous pictures??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Today's agenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Buy a memory card for camera&lt;br /&gt;2) Call mom&lt;br /&gt;3) Hide Kiersten's remote for "volume" on the CD player&lt;br /&gt;4) Water a friends &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;flower bed that I have been taken care of for 3 weeks. (don't tell Dena I killed her pretty flowers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Pull head out of ass&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7592043753512423819?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7592043753512423819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7592043753512423819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7592043753512423819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7592043753512423819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-his-ass.html' title='up his ass'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8544672781349022166</id><published>2009-06-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:24:30.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>safety</title><content type='html'>C0mfort, safety, calm, joy, loved, the feeling of being whole again. What does this all mean? Ryan has return from his long deployment. All the emotions that has led up to seeing him is indescribable. Only us Army wives know the feeling that I am speaking of. It has been a long ride and finally it has come to an end.. What's next? We are taking it one day at a time enjoying every second of it. Thank you to all my family and friends that has helped me through this deployment. You all will never come to realize just how much I love and appreciate each and everyone of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8544672781349022166?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8544672781349022166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8544672781349022166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8544672781349022166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8544672781349022166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/06/safety.html' title='safety'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4733749387168217969</id><published>2009-05-22T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:00:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning</title><content type='html'>Yep it is in the air! Can you smell the Windex, Clorox, Pinsol, Soapscum Bubbles and Freebrez? As much as I love the house afterwards the whole process sucks. In order to TRULY spring clean you make your entire house a mess. I have to give Kiersten her little map to make it one room to the other. I think my dog Dozer actually barked "oh shit" this morning. He has been through 8 of my spring cleanings!! Cleaning out closets, throwing things away that I haven't used in a year, trips to the Goodwill and of course trying to convince my friends why they should take some of my old crap that I don't want. So far I have taken all the curtains down throughout the house and gave them a good wash. Pulled 5 large area rugs to the back yard. Washed them with the hose, then gave them a good spray with vinegar now I am waiting for them to air dry. Oh and I scrubbed the drive way. All my neighbors stared but I don't care I now have the cleanness drive way. The smell of Dawn dish soap and bleach when I pull into my driveway! I have so much more to do. So this is my boring life and what I will be doing the rest of the weekend.. Wish everyone a safe and enjoyable one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone wants some crap just let me know!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4733749387168217969?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4733749387168217969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4733749387168217969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4733749387168217969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4733749387168217969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring cleaning'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4440809128471567118</id><published>2009-05-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:25:58.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>could care less</title><content type='html'>If this video upsets anyone with your relationship with me. Then you do not need to come back on this site. In no means do I mean to offend anyone. I am talking about live abortion here. Where the "parent" actually gives birth to a live baby then it is left to die.  This is as wrong as wrong can be. These are live born babies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYRpIf2F9NA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it doesn't let you click on it. You should really consider typing it in and checking it out for yourself.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4440809128471567118?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4440809128471567118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4440809128471567118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4440809128471567118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4440809128471567118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-care-less.html' title='could care less'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8726992979767657543</id><published>2009-05-16T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:47:03.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY CRAP</title><content type='html'>Ryan will be home in a couple of weeks. I have a years worth of things that needed, meant, wanted, and tried to do before he was due to come back home. Bam the time has come. I wonder just how many projects I can finish before his plane lands? Procasinator? Yes sir that would be me. Why put off until tomorrow when you can do it today? Cause life is just easier that's way. Kiersten is just beside herself about her daddy coming back home. love you all, tootles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8726992979767657543?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8726992979767657543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8726992979767657543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8726992979767657543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8726992979767657543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/holly-crap.html' title='HOLY CRAP'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-417126550342101364</id><published>2009-05-15T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T14:30:07.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A question I can't find the answer to</title><content type='html'>Kiersten and I was on our way home from school. She hugged me with a smile and asked the question that I can't find the words to answer back. This is the same question that she has asked Ryan and I for almost 2 years now. Yep when will she have a bother or a sister. Today was different. She was really emotionally about it. She leaned over to me in the truck and said "mom I am begging you please, please mom will you have me a bother or a sister" I told her that I could not promise her anything. So I said that we had to many animals right now. That didn't work. I don't know why that wouldn't work :) Then she so clearly said how all I needed to do was go and get me a pregnancy test to see if I was pregnant. I told her that I did yesterday and nope no babies any time soon. She smiled and said "well good thing dad is coming home then I will have my bother" Oh yeah my truck pulled over on the curb. I looked at her scared to "ask" the all time dreaded question a mother can ask. "Kiersten why does daddy need to come home for that" thank god for the innocents of a child she said "cause you listen to my dad and if he says he wants a little boy then you will take a test and i will have a bother" Sometimes Kiersten can melt my heart and remind me just how blessed I was to have been able to have her. Ryan and I may never have this bother and sister she wants so much but at least we was fortunate to have Kiersten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-417126550342101364?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/417126550342101364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=417126550342101364' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/417126550342101364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/417126550342101364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/question-i-cant-find-answer-to.html' title='A question I can&apos;t find the answer to'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1388222264417958355</id><published>2009-05-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T18:37:43.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that a wiener in your mouth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8RFPPrvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VE-BSOK0FRo/s1600-h/falon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334368916549381874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8RFPPrvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VE-BSOK0FRo/s400/falon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8Q1UOs3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Qj_iAjrlARg/s1600-h/falon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334368912275321714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8Q1UOs3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Qj_iAjrlARg/s400/falon+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8QvWCEBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_uoLoyMkfUk/s1600-h/falon+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334368910672269330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8QvWCEBI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/_uoLoyMkfUk/s400/falon+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep that is Falon! Jenny, Jessica, Falon, Myself and the children went to Hooters for our Mothers Day. The other restaurants was loaded with mom's, but who doesn't like a Hooter's lunch? Just so happens Falon's birthday is on Tuesday. I asked the waiter to embarrass the soon to be 23 year old. She said "well we will pull her up here and sing to her" and of course I didn't think that was enough. I asked if they would put a wiener in her mouth. She said that she has never seen or heard of them doing that but she will ask the manager. The manager was on board!! Falon being such a good sport put that lovely wiener in her mouth with the bucket on her head. She did some dancing for us to the beat of the birthday song. It was so funny. We was laughing so hard at our table. The children found it just as fun as we did.. Oh man I wish we had a video of it. Funny stuff. Another holiday over during this deployment. Friends can make the sad times turn into a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Hooters staff came to our table and told us that this was the best birthday experience they have seen!! Well of course it was! :0 :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1388222264417958355?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1388222264417958355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1388222264417958355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1388222264417958355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1388222264417958355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-that-wiener-in-your-mouth.html' title='Is that a wiener in your mouth?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sgd8RFPPrvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VE-BSOK0FRo/s72-c/falon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3825835931965141463</id><published>2009-05-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:14:46.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry to my friends and family</title><content type='html'>In no way is this meant to be mean or in any form of sarcasm. I am a rude person. Here lately I have been told by a few friends and family that I have really been hurting their feelings. I have a bad problem of not following up on what I say I will do. For instance if you call me and I am busy which more then likely that will be any given day at any given time. I will say hello then tell you I have to call you later. Well the thing is I probably will not call you back. I am sorry. I stay busy. I plan way to many things in a day. After I get off of work I literally do not sit down until it is time for dinner. Even then at many times I am trying to eat while doing what ever is on my mind. After that I do Kiersten's homework with her. Then try to get our showers in before she falls asleep. My poor Kiersten has been going to sleep before 6 anymore. So after she is asleep I do all my days chores. The Galovics home is so unorganized. It has been since Ryan had to leave and it will be until he comes back home. I really do not mean to hurt any ones feelings when I do not follow up on what I say. I do however have good intentions. Again I am sorry.. Once Ryan comes home I will get back to being somewhat of a dependable friend again! It is funny how when someone says something to you all of a sudden you start hearing the same thing from others! I just wish it would have been brought to my attention sooner then this. Sorry guys I will try to do better! I really do love all my friends and my family. Without you guys I do not know what my life would have been like this past year. You all will never know what an impact you have had on my life and I thank each and everyone of you for all your love and support..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3825835931965141463?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3825835931965141463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3825835931965141463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3825835931965141463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3825835931965141463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-to-my-friends-and-family.html' title='Sorry to my friends and family'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3031517914044859478</id><published>2009-05-05T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T17:24:39.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An eye sore to beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgC0ywlKHkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8P2qfQcbbQ/s1600-h/DSC01434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgC0ywlKHkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8P2qfQcbbQ/s400/DSC01434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332460742933880386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rose bush can go from one of the ugliest sights of dead sticks all bunched together with brown leaves to beauty. The only time they are pretty is when they bloom a rose. Which is what 5 weeks out of the whole year? This however is during the time which they are absolutely beautiful!! Here is a picture of my only rose bloom so far. Times like these are when I get out and give my roses bushes plenty of water. The rest of the year I just wish death on the bushes cause well they are not a pleasant sight at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3031517914044859478?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3031517914044859478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3031517914044859478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3031517914044859478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3031517914044859478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/ol-how-i-hate-roses.html' title='An eye sore to beauty'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgC0ywlKHkI/AAAAAAAAAZU/k8P2qfQcbbQ/s72-c/DSC01434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7515371932606611199</id><published>2009-05-05T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:30:49.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Nights Storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliu_3f3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vPVFc6tnnrY/s1600-h/DSC01433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliu_3f3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vPVFc6tnnrY/s400/DSC01433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443974956711794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgClipW3S0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/dDDFnamdVh8/s1600-h/DSC01432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgClipW3S0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/dDDFnamdVh8/s400/DSC01432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443973442554690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliX-U1WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LQBtC9tspY4/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliX-U1WI/AAAAAAAAAY8/LQBtC9tspY4/s400/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443968776230242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliLqgZbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yR7rJ6XUNYc/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliLqgZbI/AAAAAAAAAY0/yR7rJ6XUNYc/s400/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443965471876530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgClh0J6SPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_JFqrnr9QaE/s1600-h/DSC01429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgClh0J6SPI/AAAAAAAAAYs/_JFqrnr9QaE/s400/DSC01429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443959161145586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I was at the house all alone. Kiersten was at a sleep over. Come 4am I was awoken to thunder, lighting, hard wind and the sound of banging out back. Yes I was SCARED. My poor dog Dozer jumped up in the bed shaking. I came into the living room tripping over him cause he would not get out from under my feet. I sat on the couch holding him until he calmed down.. I wish someone could have held me :) That shit was scary! I wasn't brave enough to look out back during all of this. At that moment I thought a special monster that only comes out during storms would get me through the window. To be honest with you I cant tell you why I was scared to look out the window. It was just that creepy!!! I waited until daylight. As you can see you know what happened. I was so disappointed. For real I am really upset. That was my little quite spot. Ok, I can't lie. That was my SMOKING section. Man that sucks. Well poop tomorrow I am planing to finally be able to make a trip to Home Depot and see what master plan I have to try to "fix" this. If it can't be fixed&lt;br /&gt;then I will drag it to the curb and get another one!! Sorry Ryan, it was a B-I-T-C-H to put it together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7515371932606611199?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7515371932606611199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7515371932606611199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7515371932606611199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7515371932606611199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-nights-storm.html' title='Saturday Nights Storm.'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SgCliu_3f3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/vPVFc6tnnrY/s72-c/DSC01433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3596725811087575294</id><published>2009-04-29T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:55:21.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten's portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfjabxKKQqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oPGV2I1UOHc/s1600-h/kiersten+gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330250329580257954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfjabxKKQqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oPGV2I1UOHc/s400/kiersten+gym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At last here is Kiersten's gymnastics portrait. Yes give me some time and I will be mailing the family out a picture. Along with her school pictures oh and her softball pictures. I know I am the WORST about mailing!! Gotta love me! She is such a beautiful girl. Sometimes I look at her and I can't believe Ryan and I made such a pretty little girl. I always wonder what our son would look like if we ever had one.. Anyways, (awkward) here is the picture and enjoy them when they do finally reach you!&lt;/strong&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/4581951049400712091-3596725811087575294?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3596725811087575294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3596725811087575294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3596725811087575294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3596725811087575294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kierstens-portrait.html' title='Kiersten&apos;s portrait'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfjabxKKQqI/AAAAAAAAAYk/oPGV2I1UOHc/s72-c/kiersten+gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-368061091078354485</id><published>2009-04-27T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:12:24.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Could she be spoiled?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My mother knows how well Kiersten loves Red Lobster. Mom being an awesome grandmother sent Kiersten a gift card for her favorite restaurant! It is a Monday. I hate Mondays, the first day of the work week. I didn't feel like cooking so Kiersten and I took advantage of it and ate at Red Lobster. The waiter came up to our table and so nicely asked if we was ready to order. Kiersten look at him and said " Yes I will have what I always eat." I shook my head not surprised at all with that comment. Kiersten's old faithful is crab legs and a loaded bake potato. She might shock you with her little skills of cracking the legs to pull out the meat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Speaking of skills. I was at my friends house this past weekend. We was standing in the kitchen watching the children play in the back yard. Kiersten not knowing we was watching proceeded to take her skateboard down the slide. Only this time she was sitting on the skateboard. A while back at this same friends house Kiersten being the dare devil that she is. Decided to ride the skateboard standing on it down the slide. She fell and banged her chin. All I could hear over Kiersten's cry was Tanner yelling "THAT WAS AWESOME" At least now she is not standing, right? I just looked at Jenny and asked "should I make her stop" I don't know! Kiersten is Kiersten. That is what she does. Did her friends do it? NO. Why didn't they do it? They know you can get hurt. But they would roll the skateboard up the slide and hold it for Kiersten to climb on top of it. The differences between Kiersten and her friends is that, they know it will hurt if the "plan" doesn't go the right way. Anyone that listens to the little red flag in their head wouldn't do these things. Not my daughter. She has been bruised, banged and cut I couldn't tell you how many times over these daring things that she does. The funny thing is I am her mother, saying that I am proud of her. She does it so well!!! Even though Ryan has been away 10 months now he still asks the same question "did Kiersten break a bone yet?'' Oh well that is our little girl!! She is as tough as a pine knot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-368061091078354485?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/368061091078354485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=368061091078354485' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/368061091078354485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/368061091078354485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/could-she-be-spoiled.html' title='Could she be spoiled?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3060302648155945190</id><published>2009-04-25T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T18:56:05.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You have no PROOF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSJn9_WsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7h38s1ZB4pg/s1600-h/100_4934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSJn9_WsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7h38s1ZB4pg/s400/100_4934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833846899071682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSJYiwyMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QqGeAxFtU3A/s1600-h/100_4933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSJYiwyMI/AAAAAAAAAYU/QqGeAxFtU3A/s400/100_4933.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833842758338754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIxZvqCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZtUUMo3JvvU/s1600-h/100_4935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIxZvqCI/AAAAAAAAAYM/ZtUUMo3JvvU/s400/100_4935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833832251533346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIvAAnaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Pi--vn7M9-E/s1600-h/100_4921.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIvAAnaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Pi--vn7M9-E/s400/100_4921.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833831606721954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIPhAYPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xF0A478VORM/s1600-h/100_4926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSIPhAYPI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xF0A478VORM/s400/100_4926.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328833823155183858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear, Mr. King&lt;br /&gt;You caught me on the counter (it wasn't me) you caught me on the sofa (it wasn't me) you even caught me on camera (it wasn't me)!!!&lt;br /&gt;I will take the 5th on this. It was all Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. We still going fishing on Wednesday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3060302648155945190?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3060302648155945190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3060302648155945190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3060302648155945190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3060302648155945190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-have-no-proof_25.html' title='You have no PROOF!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfPSJn9_WsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/7h38s1ZB4pg/s72-c/100_4934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8055733728429146634</id><published>2009-04-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:57:34.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our next Vacation</title><content type='html'>Ryan and I love to go on our little get aways we have such a blast. I am ready to go on a vacation. He has been asking me where would I like to go. I want to travel and see the "WORLDS LARGEST" yeah that is correct. You know the worlds largest ball of yarn, popcorn ball, dinning room table, light bulb, sword and I could go on and on. You may not think this would be a fun vacation. To me, it's exciting! Making these items took hours of time and dedication something I believe is a wonderful thing. The stories behind all this would be worth the drive. Yep I can not wait to take a vacation. I will be one of the mom's that make their children go up beside of it and take a picture whether they want to or not! A picture beside of the worlds largest frying pan!! Some of you (like my sister) may think I am joking or trying to be funny. I'M NOT. Worlds largest is something I have been wanting to do for a long time now.. Don't you think it would make an awesome scrap book?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8055733728429146634?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8055733728429146634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8055733728429146634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8055733728429146634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8055733728429146634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-next-vacation.html' title='Our next Vacation'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7912013509171672786</id><published>2009-04-23T19:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:30:25.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is the bad influence?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEkJGNumBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HrDT7J4uHLY/s1600-h/jenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEkJGNumBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HrDT7J4uHLY/s400/jenny.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079572861622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1eSKgFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_sG0S-Xwsck/s1600-h/falon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1eSKgFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_sG0S-Xwsck/s400/falon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079235725295698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1NbnqzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UVGkI5lEFHk/s1600-h/me+at+door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1NbnqzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/UVGkI5lEFHk/s400/me+at+door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079231201553202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1KjN1vI/AAAAAAAAAWo/if1p-IvAzKs/s1600-h/DSC00982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj1KjN1vI/AAAAAAAAAWo/if1p-IvAzKs/s400/DSC00982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079230428108530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj0oUTaiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bzxZfxUqupo/s1600-h/DSC00999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj0oUTaiI/AAAAAAAAAWg/bzxZfxUqupo/s400/DSC00999.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079221238753826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj0ZvXcUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JNY-uWA4U7U/s1600-h/this+one+me+green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEj0ZvXcUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JNY-uWA4U7U/s400/this+one+me+green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328079217325732162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know. What is wrong with us? WHO CARES!!! Enjoy life and have fun doing it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7912013509171672786?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7912013509171672786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7912013509171672786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7912013509171672786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7912013509171672786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-bad-influence.html' title='Who is the bad influence?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SfEkJGNumBI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HrDT7J4uHLY/s72-c/jenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4677865804158467429</id><published>2009-04-22T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:20:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always in trouble with someone</title><content type='html'>Kiersten was taking her shower when she started screaming for me. I ran in there with bad thoughts. First thought in my mind was, shit there is a spider on the shower wall. I HATE spiders, I will have to get this damn spider. I opened the curtain and she was holding an empty shampoo bottle. This is how our conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiersten, "Here mom this is all out. You know the man that picks up our trash? Well he will pick up bottles, paper, boxes and cans too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Kiersten we recycle all of our cardboard boxes"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiersten, "Mom I know you can do better" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, " Well I guess I know what you learned today in school" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiersten, " Yep recycling and we need to start doing it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she threw the bottle out of the tub. WHAT? I was drilled by my 6 year old. I was so embarrassed. I am all about recycling. Honestly I am. When Ryan is home we try to do all the correct "helping out the planet" things. Since he has been away I have gotten a little lazy about it. I still do the boxes!! Oh man, I am looking so forward to her learning about smoking!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4677865804158467429?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4677865804158467429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4677865804158467429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4677865804158467429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4677865804158467429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-in-trouble-with-someone.html' title='Always in trouble with someone'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-582969522451805512</id><published>2009-04-21T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:26:43.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Hood</title><content type='html'>I am glad mother hood didn't turn out how I thought it should. When I was a little girl my sister Jennie and I would play with our Glow Worms! I pretended I was this worms mommy. We wasn't into the baby doll thing, honestly I don't understand it, Kiersten loves her baby dolls. Anyways, my fantasies of motherhood is so different in a good way! I enjoy and love everything about being a mom, not so much the discipline. Thank God Kiersten is a good child. I would hate to be one of the moms that has to constantly correct their child. Kiersten can have her "mean spurts" but over all she is a swell kid! Sometimes I miss my glow worm!!!! To the best of my memory my sis destroyed my Buddie. My worm had to go to the burn barrow, cremated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-582969522451805512?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/582969522451805512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=582969522451805512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/582969522451805512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/582969522451805512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother-hood.html' title='Mother Hood'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-899986056720903273</id><published>2009-04-19T20:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:30:21.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Gossip</title><content type='html'>Here is the lastest that is happening in Kiersten's class! sorry the cam was turned around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1f1cfd22878be31e" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f1cfd22878be31e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331578423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D437176A6D9FA2D3301971A500B695F19FE951C55.71A3C60BBA4785F3938325D3A7B72DD84102B360%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f1cfd22878be31e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLR9_PIVhYVv019ucozAY6gBBeyI&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1f1cfd22878be31e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331578423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D437176A6D9FA2D3301971A500B695F19FE951C55.71A3C60BBA4785F3938325D3A7B72DD84102B360%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1f1cfd22878be31e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLR9_PIVhYVv019ucozAY6gBBeyI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-899986056720903273?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1f1cfd22878be31e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/899986056720903273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=899986056720903273' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/899986056720903273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/899986056720903273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kindergarten-gossip_19.html' title='Kindergarten Gossip'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-436685431752678847</id><published>2009-04-19T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:37:04.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before surgery After surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SetTIVAQuHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gKlrlBzeBto/s1600-h/DSC01396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SetTIVAQuHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gKlrlBzeBto/s400/DSC01396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326442386838042738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SetTIDx7YaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rWrkUwLiIJo/s1600-h/DSC01278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SetTIDx7YaI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rWrkUwLiIJo/s400/DSC01278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326442382214521250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I thought this photo was funny, I don't care who you are... I know, where do I come up with this stuff!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-436685431752678847?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/436685431752678847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=436685431752678847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/436685431752678847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/436685431752678847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/before-surgery-after-surgery.html' title='Before surgery After surgery'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SetTIVAQuHI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gKlrlBzeBto/s72-c/DSC01396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5259031727001170546</id><published>2009-04-18T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:21:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Seo2RNgaUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5c6xDcyOolk/s1600-h/kiersten+and+kaityln.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Seo2RNgaUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5c6xDcyOolk/s400/kiersten+and+kaityln.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326129178630312050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth with her incredible photography talents and awesome camera took this of Kiersten and Kaitlyn. There is so much in this little picture of Kiersten. She looks just like Ryan. Her innocents is pure and free at this age. I love her so well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5259031727001170546?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5259031727001170546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5259031727001170546' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5259031727001170546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5259031727001170546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kiersten.html' title='Kiersten'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Seo2RNgaUHI/AAAAAAAAAWA/5c6xDcyOolk/s72-c/kiersten+and+kaityln.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7651158876762308231</id><published>2009-04-16T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:06:36.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>Okay so Ryan will be coming home in June! Man to say the least the time went by better then the last deployment. But now since it is getting close, it is going so slow. I guess counting down days doesn't help much. It breaks my heart at all the things that he wasn't able to do with Kiersten and I. We are just going to have to make more memories... Have a wonderful day everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7651158876762308231?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7651158876762308231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7651158876762308231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7651158876762308231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7651158876762308231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3582706049905956942</id><published>2009-04-12T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:13:09.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrmvTJZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lKtJYVM45bM/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913016638645650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrmvTJZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lKtJYVM45bM/s400/DSC01233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWroTgPJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sVblj-XuZw4/s1600-h/DSC01305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913017058933906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWroTgPJI/AAAAAAAAAVw/sVblj-XuZw4/s400/DSC01305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrcPC-_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/1QK1DkvnZU4/s1600-h/DSC01257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913013819014130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrcPC-_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/1QK1DkvnZU4/s400/DSC01257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrKl4uvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DQA4jPewA5g/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913009082972914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrKl4uvI/AAAAAAAAAVg/DQA4jPewA5g/s400/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWq_I3qRI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3PV330ckJeg/s1600-h/DSC01347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323913006008477970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWq_I3qRI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3PV330ckJeg/s400/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Easter weekend was spent with my friend Dena. She had surgery about 3 days ago. Her daughter Misty and her nephew came in to help her out. Friday night Misty and I took Kiersten and Joe to the flash light Easter egg hunt. Me, well being me found the battery charger! I took my camera and forgot the battery at home in the charger! Saturday Kiersten and I went to Dena's. Saturday night the kids played on the giant water slide, colored eggs then we all went out back to the fire pit and roasted marshmallow's. Easter morning Joe and Kiersten hunted the eggs. It took them a while between them there was over 70 eggs to find! After the Easter baskets, eggs, toys and candy we sat down for the dinner that Misty and Dena prepared. Then we took off outside for the silly string! Kiersten had such a good time which made me happy. Dena having this surgery I had to be on my best behavior. I was only mean to her for about 2 hours!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3582706049905956942?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3582706049905956942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3582706049905956942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3582706049905956942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3582706049905956942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-easter_12.html' title='Our Easter'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SeJWrmvTJZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lKtJYVM45bM/s72-c/DSC01233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4545589129602188869</id><published>2009-04-11T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T09:40:00.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Egg Hunting Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Wanted to wish everyone a wonderful Easter!  Kiersten gets such a kick out of the bunny stealing her eggs just to hind them on her!! This thank goodness will be one of the last holidays we will be spending without Ryan. Well one of the "big" holidays that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt;. It soon will be coming to an end. Speaking of the end, I was told that if you are sending a package to Ryan you need to go ahead and do it soon. If it doesn't reach them by May the (i will get back to you on the correct date) then it will not get to Ryan.... That is so cool. Give me a couple of days and I will find more out for you.. I love you all have a wonderful Bunny day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4545589129602188869?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4545589129602188869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4545589129602188869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4545589129602188869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4545589129602188869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-egg-hunting-day.html' title='Happy Egg Hunting Day!!!!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4601005813324870711</id><published>2009-04-06T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:57:37.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me being well, me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sorry I can't post any pictures. I seemed to have "misplaced" the charger to the battery which belongs in our camera. In time will it show up? Sure it will. I am an inpatient person. This in time crap doesn't really go to well with me.. There will be more pictures whenever I find it. Hey that is Lisa. This is the stuff that I do. I loose, forget, find, throw way, break, and misuse shit all the time. Will I ever get my life organize? Bet big and say no. Some might feel sorry for my dear husband. I however don't. He knew what he was getting into. Do I have to remind you that on our wedding day I had a hair up my butt to go 4 wheeling. OH YEAH my girlfriend and I hit this mountain covered in snow in my parents blazer and I got stuck. I had to call a wrecker to pull us out. In the meantime Ryan was at the bottom just shaking his head. He knew exactly the world he was about to enter. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4601005813324870711?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4601005813324870711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4601005813324870711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4601005813324870711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4601005813324870711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-being-well-me.html' title='Me being well, me'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3346407993505847842</id><published>2009-04-05T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:57:15.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Have you ever heard the old saying "Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the others gold" I had a wonderful time this weekend. I spent it with one of my friends of 8 years, and the other of 2 years. It was so relaxing. No judging or gossip, just us hanging out. Relaxing, laughing, making fun of each other and enjoying the beautiful night with great company. Thank you ladies! We had a blast and the children had an even better time. Friendship is a wonderful thing. I love the late night talks. Open, honest and to know it will never go any further then us. Sometimes everyone needs one of those nights!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3346407993505847842?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3346407993505847842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3346407993505847842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3346407993505847842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3346407993505847842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-saying.html' title='Old Saying'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8006363271013458038</id><published>2009-04-02T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:27:31.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten's T.V./ Play room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVllpRX1sI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TCM3_VTotPs/s1600-h/DSC01220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVllpRX1sI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TCM3_VTotPs/s400/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320270232216393410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlloA2MYI/AAAAAAAAATs/a0EiEixada8/s1600-h/DSC01217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlloA2MYI/AAAAAAAAATs/a0EiEixada8/s400/DSC01217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320270231878644098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVllW0vnMI/AAAAAAAAATk/3vvG2_SSwgI/s1600-h/DSC01212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVllW0vnMI/AAAAAAAAATk/3vvG2_SSwgI/s400/DSC01212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320270227264478402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIUZ0EaI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pwwr5iGaZ34/s1600-h/DSC01213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIUZ0EaI/AAAAAAAAATc/Pwwr5iGaZ34/s400/DSC01213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320269728398447010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIBgLg_I/AAAAAAAAATU/8qCZRdPG968/s1600-h/DSC01209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIBgLg_I/AAAAAAAAATU/8qCZRdPG968/s400/DSC01209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320269723324875762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIFX04YI/AAAAAAAAATM/BO3EcbOdtMs/s1600-h/DSC01206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlIFX04YI/AAAAAAAAATM/BO3EcbOdtMs/s400/DSC01206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320269724363579778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlH42gsmI/AAAAAAAAATE/ckiR2GaX0Ps/s1600-h/DSC01205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlH42gsmI/AAAAAAAAATE/ckiR2GaX0Ps/s400/DSC01205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320269721002619490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlH5P7XeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WXvAlA2mcPQ/s1600-h/DSC01204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVlH5P7XeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/WXvAlA2mcPQ/s400/DSC01204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320269721109224930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally a t.v. room of her own. I can now sit and watch my Desperate Housewife's alone with out "can I watch Hannah Montana or High School Musical" So I turned her Play room into her Hannah/High School Musical room. I painted our old entertainment center purple, her toy box blue and my old desk and chair pink. Lots of color into one room. She is happy she has a room of her own to watch t.v. and believe me I am TRILLED!! Oh and Ryan she wanted me to show you how her couch will turn into a bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8006363271013458038?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8006363271013458038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8006363271013458038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8006363271013458038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8006363271013458038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/kierstens-tv-play-room.html' title='Kiersten&apos;s T.V./ Play room'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVllpRX1sI/AAAAAAAAAT0/TCM3_VTotPs/s72-c/DSC01220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3066645606569813197</id><published>2009-04-02T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T18:30:28.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another post for Mom and Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi6Kvs7LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-2B5RL9LaZg/s1600-h/DSC01202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi6Kvs7LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-2B5RL9LaZg/s400/DSC01202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320267286264474802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi57QtaaI/AAAAAAAAASs/S0sGHieYi9o/s1600-h/DSC01201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi57QtaaI/AAAAAAAAASs/S0sGHieYi9o/s400/DSC01201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320267282107951522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi5ghEFKI/AAAAAAAAASk/C8_2PQzESUc/s1600-h/DSC01200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi5ghEFKI/AAAAAAAAASk/C8_2PQzESUc/s400/DSC01200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320267274928788642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi5t82yEI/AAAAAAAAASc/9ikmYknfszE/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi5t82yEI/AAAAAAAAASc/9ikmYknfszE/s400/DSC01199.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320267278535018562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Yes, it is LEOPARD! That is what she is into!!!  Kiersten said she is to old her strawberry shortcake and care bears. She wants a big girl room. I personal think she has excellent taste.. Ok so if we are going to point fingers we are going to blame Aunt Jennie. Aunt Jennie is the White Tiger/ Leopard kind of girl.The carpet was a GREAT Ebay find! I finally got around to taken some pictures for Ryan and my mother. Enjoy them...LOVE YOU!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3066645606569813197?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3066645606569813197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3066645606569813197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3066645606569813197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3066645606569813197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-post-for-mom-and-ryan.html' title='Another post for Mom and Ryan!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SdVi6Kvs7LI/AAAAAAAAAS0/-2B5RL9LaZg/s72-c/DSC01202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8876442747272306219</id><published>2009-03-31T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:20:16.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I HAVE LEARNED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have learned that being alone isn't as bad as I thought. *Just when I think it couldn't be any worst something comes fallen in, I later find out the worst wasn't as bad as I thought. * It hurts when I fall on a wet floor. *Tender, love and care really does cure a tummy ache of a child. * Just cause someone thinks something, or says it out loud does not make it true nor the only way. *I can't fix everything. * I will never be able to train a Jack Russel no matter how much time I invest. *Just be myself no matter who is present. * No matter how many times I ask my boss I will not get that raise *Unconditional love is the best gift. * I have a wild side in me waiting to come out. * Look the other way even if my neighbor is judging me. * On Star is a handy investment. * To love Lisa. * It is ok to take advice even if I didn't ask. *I am very unorganized. *A smile really is contagious. * Every word to all the High School Musical songs made. *Not &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; is meant to be funny. * I will never win the lottery no matter how much I play. *It is healthy to put my foot in my mouth a couple times. * Who my friends are. * If my pants feel uncomfortable after 7 hours take time to look at them. They might be on backwards. * To laugh at myself. * I do not know how to repair a lawnmower. * To hang my keys on the key holder. *My daughter is growing before my eyes. * Never take on a major project without my husband. * Even though my best friend is across the ocean, we still make each other laugh. * It is ok to cry every now and then, and it is ok for others to see me cry as well. * Television lies. * How to be happy for others. * Flip flops doesn't match everything in my closet. * Never lie to my tattoo artist. * Just because I take a shower doesn't mean I am clean. * I can't always count on people. * I don't need to find all the answers. * I don't need to answer all the questions one asks. * I will never be able to make bread no matter how hard I try. * How to live for today, tomorrow will be here when I wake up and it can wait. * Kiersten is more like her dad every day. * I need to take more time out for me. * Spending every holiday without my spouse really does suck. * A screw driver turned around isn't suppose to be used as a hammer. * No matter how big of a fuss I make the sales associate still will not give me the discount. * It is important to change your oil and rotate your tires. * 4:30a.m. comes to early no matter what time I go to sleep. * Placing a flag in your front yard makes your home more welcoming. * You can be to close to a friend to a point where others may think you are "gay". * I can always call my parents no matter how old I am. * Everything in my closet needs to been thrown away. * I have my faults as well. * 30 isn't old. * Innocence of a child. * It is ok to ask for help when I need it. * I am very blessed. Finally I have learned that not every ones priorities or beliefs are the same as mine. It is ok to be different, it is ok to just be me. Thank you for reading some of the things I have learned in the past 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8876442747272306219?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8876442747272306219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8876442747272306219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8876442747272306219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8876442747272306219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-i-have-learned.html' title='WHAT I HAVE LEARNED'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8145203054404915322</id><published>2009-03-29T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:10:46.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;This weekend went by a little to fast for me. Saturday one of my friends and her little boy decided to rent a hotel for the night with an indoor swimming pool. Kiersten has been wanting to go swimming for so long now. This Texas weather has been crazy. No soon as the days come in beautiful and hot the rain or the cold fronts come racing in! We had a lot of fun. It was so nice to get a way. Even though it was only 5 minutes away. The kids had a blast. My friend Dena is a trip. She is almost as crazy as I am. After we checked out Jenny called and we headed up to Blora to try to see if we could catch some fish. Way to windy so again no fish. Her husband Matt is fixing to held back to Iraq. His R and R flew by. I took a lot of pictures for them while at the lake. It is so nice to have the whole family in a setting of a picture. Mine are either Kiersten and I, or Ryan and Kiersten. We have very few with all three of us. I was honored to do that for them. It is almost 5 pm here, I have a couple of hours to do my "house work" and then it will be off to bed for another work week. Good news is that there is only 48 more days of school left in our school calendar. Can you believe that one?  Seems unreal 48 more days for Kiersten's school and my work then we are on summer break. I almost would like it to slow down a little. Yes, Ryan will be home during our summer break. I love him and wish him a safe and fast return. Lord how I want him home. Saying that, this whole 48 school days left til summer break is making me a little sad. Kiersten will be going into the 1st grade. I am not ready for her to be in the 1st grade. It was ok when she went from Pre-K to Kindergarten. Now she is entering into a number, 1st.  I just need to except it. Kiersten is growing up. Just like I have said before enjoy life day to day. You can not fence in time. Wish everyone the best. Have a wonderful week! ENJOY EACH DAY AND ALWAYS HAVE A SMILE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8145203054404915322?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8145203054404915322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8145203054404915322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8145203054404915322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8145203054404915322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-already.html' title='Sunday already?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1754793546635089710</id><published>2009-03-21T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:17:16.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFMc_BhEI/AAAAAAAAASU/rxHHkgmTT1A/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315871752910373954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFMc_BhEI/AAAAAAAAASU/rxHHkgmTT1A/s400/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFMVt_OQI/AAAAAAAAASM/EBk1ZoOSP4c/s1600-h/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315871750959872258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFMVt_OQI/AAAAAAAAASM/EBk1ZoOSP4c/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFL9KSYpI/AAAAAAAAASE/aKdd77hErEw/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315871744367682194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFL9KSYpI/AAAAAAAAASE/aKdd77hErEw/s400/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFLRRDrJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/b9qGZX3WCbs/s1600-h/DSC01138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315871732584918162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFLRRDrJI/AAAAAAAAAR8/b9qGZX3WCbs/s400/DSC01138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZqEkSMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZXc_JsJVDa8/s1600-h/DSC01156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868681226700994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZqEkSMI/AAAAAAAAAR0/ZXc_JsJVDa8/s400/DSC01156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZVQ3qCI/AAAAAAAAARs/dN3UJfBeZ50/s1600-h/DSC01143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868675641157666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZVQ3qCI/AAAAAAAAARs/dN3UJfBeZ50/s400/DSC01143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZQeePKI/AAAAAAAAARk/BEecrtdB6IA/s1600-h/DSC01139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868674356034722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZQeePKI/AAAAAAAAARk/BEecrtdB6IA/s400/DSC01139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZLVXfkI/AAAAAAAAARc/N0D8iGa_-fY/s1600-h/DSC01137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868672975666754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCZLVXfkI/AAAAAAAAARc/N0D8iGa_-fY/s400/DSC01137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCYreogiI/AAAAAAAAARU/LIIomeccfxs/s1600-h/DSC01136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315868664424596002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXCYreogiI/AAAAAAAAARU/LIIomeccfxs/s400/DSC01136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Some of you reading this post may be upset with me, but this is my thoughts. I think this is wrong in every way. While dad and I where driving to our designation to go to the diamond mine in Hope, Arkansas we came upon this. Field after field after field of camper trailers. Hundreds of thousands. LITERALLY. Campers where lined up one after another for achers. These pictures are not the same field. I could not get a good picture like I wanted to. In some of them you get an "idea" on how far back the rows went. The hurricane effected a lot of families. I was aware that FEMA provided these temporary homes to the victims. I just never thought what would happen to the trailers after the families was back on there feet. On top of FEMA having to make the purchase, which if you watched the news many of the families did not take care of them. But who does take care of things that are free? Now they are left in a field. Wasted money just setting there. Can you imagine the money every month going to the storage of these campers? I just can not believe that they can't find anything else to do with them. Nothing? No one can think of anything better to do with these. No, a camper isn't your 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom eat in kitchen home in the suburbans. But it provides shelter. A roof that someone out there doesn't have right now tonight as we are laying warm in our beds. I just think what a waste. Yes the hurricane victims needed them. I have no doubt in my mine. It is just sad that for what ever reason why they now just set parked. I have a couple of ideas off the top of my head. Try to sell the ones that wasn't destroyed by the families. They where new. They did not go through the hurricane. Not all of them where damaged by the families that just didn't care. We are talking about thousands of trailers. Looking at them MANY looked as if they still never had been lived in. Surely some could be auctioned. The remaining ones, how about we strip them down. Take all the metal off of them. The plastic and any and everything else we can and recycle the parts. That field is FULL of recyclables. The trailers did the purpose for the families now it is time to recycle them. I would love to see on the news that FEMA decided to recycle them, then to hear that they will be spending however much money a month for the storage for however long to do god knows what with. Former President Clinton came from Hope, AK. Maybe this is his land and FEMA is paying him for the storage. WHO KNOWS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1754793546635089710?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1754793546635089710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1754793546635089710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1754793546635089710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1754793546635089710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/fema.html' title='FEMA'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScXFMc_BhEI/AAAAAAAAASU/rxHHkgmTT1A/s72-c/DSC01152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-229942736754311559</id><published>2009-03-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:53:22.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck NO, Fun YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGx9MOWz3I/AAAAAAAAARM/YWuqSDcOfgQ/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724700085473138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGx9MOWz3I/AAAAAAAAARM/YWuqSDcOfgQ/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGx0Ig7ZQI/AAAAAAAAARE/kBoRtKq-hcA/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724544470803714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGx0Ig7ZQI/AAAAAAAAARE/kBoRtKq-hcA/s320/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxzykGBUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QC6yZhT7uHM/s1600-h/DSC01121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724538578502978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxzykGBUI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/QC6yZhT7uHM/s320/DSC01121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxzWiEITI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1wQoQ4VzvvI/s1600-h/DSC01122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724531053797682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxzWiEITI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1wQoQ4VzvvI/s320/DSC01122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxy4nvfqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CjkspHoYvds/s1600-h/DSC01123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724523024547490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxy4nvfqI/AAAAAAAAAQs/CjkspHoYvds/s320/DSC01123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxyrzRlBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RKlnl6Tc7qk/s1600-h/DSC01124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314724519583257618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGxyrzRlBI/AAAAAAAAAQk/RKlnl6Tc7qk/s320/DSC01124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#990000;"&gt;Diamonds, a girls best friend. To make a long story short Lisa didn't get her best friend! Kiersten and I had a blast trying. Dad, Kiersten and I arrived at our hotel after 7 hours and we called it a night. The next morning we woke up to pouring rain. My father wasn't feeling well so he stayed back. Kiersten and I put on our matching pink with horse's rain boots and we took off to get rich! The fields to find these diamonds was a swamp. I can not describe what a mud walk it took to get to the hunt. It was such a sight. Every time we would take a step one of our boots would be stuck in the mud behind us. All you could hear was children screaming and parents yelling at them to not get mud on their cloths.-HELLO- Kiersten and I turned to each other and started cracking up. We laughed so hard. Laughing did not one bit help us trample through the mud. Kiersten picked our lucky spot to dig for findings. There we was in the field of dreams! What would we do if we found a "BIG ONE'' I, of course I would have purchased Ryan his new bass boat. What else would I have possibly bought? I am so glad we took this trip. I just wish my father would have felt better then what he did so he could have went with us. I can not go without saying my Kiersten is such a good sport. She really truly tries pretty much anything you throw out there for her without complaining. I love that little girl. I am so blessed. I have so much fun being not only a mom but a mother and a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-229942736754311559?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/229942736754311559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=229942736754311559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/229942736754311559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/229942736754311559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/luck-no-fun-yes.html' title='Luck NO, Fun YES'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/ScGx9MOWz3I/AAAAAAAAARM/YWuqSDcOfgQ/s72-c/DSC01100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8807117515098703717</id><published>2009-03-15T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:15:49.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post will be coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sorry I haven't been posting in a while. My father is visiting so I have been a little busy. I have been told that I needed to post something that (and I quote) my blog was the highlight of their day!! Can you believe that? Someone actually enjoys reading a little about my life!!! Tomorrow Kiersten, dad, and I will be heading out for Arkansas to the Diamond Mine. Yes I hope to make Ryan and I rich. I have high hopes. I always do. At times that could be a good thing but in my life my high hopes always end very very bad.:) :) When Kiersten and I come back we will have pictures that I will post. I am excited. While in Alaska Ryan and I went Gold panning, it was a bunch of fun. This hunting for diamonds makes me excited. I guess some will never understand me! Anyways wish everyone a wonderful week. Take care and talk to you when we return..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8807117515098703717?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8807117515098703717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8807117515098703717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8807117515098703717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8807117515098703717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/post-will-be-coming.html' title='Post will be coming'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3920950561918373120</id><published>2009-03-08T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:16:48.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FISHING FEVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5IxUNMxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_DQd1fC71Oc/s1600-h/DSC01094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311003052160660242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5IxUNMxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_DQd1fC71Oc/s320/DSC01094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5Isa7U1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/SK62rpKUhHs/s1600-h/DSC01095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311003050846671698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5Isa7U1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/SK62rpKUhHs/s320/DSC01095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5IJ62nwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/60Qx2cS0EwY/s1600-h/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311003041585340162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5IJ62nwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/60Qx2cS0EwY/s320/DSC01096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5HuhmKZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2t1RDWb-tQ8/s1600-h/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311003034231646610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5HuhmKZI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/2t1RDWb-tQ8/s320/DSC01097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;The weather in Texas today was absolutely beautiful. Have you ever been outside and the temperature was perfect not to hot or cold? The wind blowing slow and the smell of the air indescribable? Today was that kind of day. I have always said it was Ryan's weather. I think of him on day's like today. As soon as I walked outside I had a smile on my face and tears in my eyes. It doesn't make a differences if he is deployed or here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Seeing how today was perfect and last nights cat fishing didn't go as we had hoped we tried it again. Kiersten really wanted to catch a fish. This time her buddy's came along. Off to the fishing hole we went. Somehow I was the designated worm killer. Jenny wouldn't even touch the worms. HELLO!!!! It is a worm. We had baby wipes to wipe off the yuck. The sweetest thing was said from the little boy named Tanner. He came to me with his hook. I said "grab you a worm and bait that hook" he said so sadly "but they look so cute I just can't" Of course I couldn't say no. I expected to do it for Kaitlyn she is just cute like that. Jenny come on. You didn't do or say anything cute. Why did I bait your hook? The funny part was Jenny's was the one that I had to keep baiting. The rest of our worms managed to stay on. Maybe it is because they didn't come out there with a PINK open face fishing pole. The reason for buying it for the sol purpose of it being "pretty" There is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; pretty in fishing! As you can tell from the pictures Kiersten and Kaitlyn decided that walking in the lake was better than fishing. No one caught anything again. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3920950561918373120?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3920950561918373120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3920950561918373120' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3920950561918373120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3920950561918373120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/fishing-fever.html' title='FISHING FEVER!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbR5IxUNMxI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_DQd1fC71Oc/s72-c/DSC01094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5555367271801731187</id><published>2009-03-08T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:24:42.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GETTING OUR LINES WET</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfOOj47cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dCObgHSmNA8/s1600-h/DSC01079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310833821119737282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfOOj47cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dCObgHSmNA8/s320/DSC01079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfN1COoYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5aAZPuV6lHg/s1600-h/DSC01077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310833814267666818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfN1COoYI/AAAAAAAAAPA/5aAZPuV6lHg/s320/DSC01077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfNmwtlUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0HLVK6gOcYA/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310833810436101442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfNmwtlUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0HLVK6gOcYA/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfNHo96nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fa42_r7Kql4/s1600-h/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310833802082118258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfNHo96nI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fa42_r7Kql4/s320/DSC01088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Kiersten and I decided last night that we wanted to do some cat fishing! We had such a good time. She loves the outdoors so well. My fishing tackle is in the storage building, Ryan's is here at the house. I debated going ahead and using the "man's" tackle. I didn't choose death. I made a trip to Wal-Mart. Kiersten said "Mom when we go fishing with daddy I catch fish. Every time I go fishing with just you I don't catch fish" I looked at her and said "well honey this time me and you are cat fishing, I should have used the bacon instead of the hot dogs" Then she so sweetly replied with "right, right tomorrow we will use the bacon and catch a catfish!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5555367271801731187?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5555367271801731187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5555367271801731187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5555367271801731187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5555367271801731187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-our-lines-wet.html' title='GETTING OUR LINES WET'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbPfOOj47cI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dCObgHSmNA8/s72-c/DSC01079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1985440079903932608</id><published>2009-03-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T19:06:30.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of Lisa's touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbCS_R3MhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-76o6j_3am8/s1600-h/DSC00812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbCS_R3MhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-76o6j_3am8/s320/DSC00812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309905576494138786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbCS-59NWJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_2-7vX825f4/s1600-h/DSC00479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbCS-59NWJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/_2-7vX825f4/s320/DSC00479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309905570076907666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;    To the family, who has been asking to see this picture. The larger "thingy" is the tuna log.  Ryan's aunt has this recipe for a tuna log. I decided to make it a while back one fine Sunday for some of the ladies I know. Of course I added a "Lisa's touch" to the recipe. I think I may have forever more tainted the family recipe!! Yeah my cookbook isn't going to get any bigger if I keep doing things like this to there recipes that they ever so nicely  pass down to me:) ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     The cupcake. Do you see a pattern with my food? Some call it skill, and others well they just plan call it sick.  Anyways, one night I was being cool with the kids while Jenny was off doing what ever. Her daughter had this kick butt cupcake maker. After the children did what children do and made all their cupcakes and ate them. They ran outside to play. I wanted to make a cupcake. I was all alone:( I just jumped right in there and whipped me one right up. I saved it for Jenny to enjoy. She said it was the best thing she had ever tasted!! No actually it was hard for her to eat it. I have no clue why!! Anyone that would like me to bring anything to their BBQ's or pot locks just let me know, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1985440079903932608?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1985440079903932608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1985440079903932608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1985440079903932608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1985440079903932608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-of-lisas-touch.html' title='A little of Lisa&apos;s touch'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SbCS_R3MhaI/AAAAAAAAAOo/-76o6j_3am8/s72-c/DSC00812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6712172680417708057</id><published>2009-03-05T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:20:43.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is PISSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Okay. As you all know I am employed, but many of you may not know that I have a second job! I am Mrs.Kris King's assistant and she is pissed! She works a LOT. She is always out of town for her job. Her house is under complete construction. It makes me so nervous and it isn't even my house. She has so much to do and a lot of stuff on her plate. I would never want to eat off her plate! I am here for her. I am making her appointments and trying to be at the house when she isn't able for the services. She has completely turn this Jacuzzi into my hands. Not only do I have to deal with Shawn and his men who seem to think that we are lesbians but now I am going to have to deal with the electrician whose days just seem to "fall apart" on him so he can't make our appointment. I am not making this lesbian thing any better with this company. I find myself on the phone with them saying stupid stuff like "we just want to do this as easy as possible, or Kris and I just want this Jacuzzi in as soon as possible, and we just want to get in it and relax after a hard day of work!!" Note to Lisa, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;. After all this is taken care of. I will have to make another appointment for the pool service man to come out and clean out the pool. We will not even say why we need that appointment to be made:):):) I hate to do bad at my work. This assistant thing is so overwhelming! I can't sleep at night thinking how I will take care of all of it. Roger is fixing to come home. I want so bad to have there house DONE!!! The contractors are working trying to get everything fixed. SHEWWWWWWWW Kris Roger I love you all. I know with all my heart that they love me TOO! Even though Roger makes fun of me, makes me cry, debates all my views, yells at me and does not hesitate to slam a door in my face I know deep down inside of that cold, cold heart I am able to warm it up just a little. No? Not even a little bit? I will keep up the good work!! I will make you proud of me!!!!!! YAY FOR ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6712172680417708057?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6712172680417708057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6712172680417708057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6712172680417708057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6712172680417708057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-is-pist.html' title='She is PISSED'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8023938906024573907</id><published>2009-03-03T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:51:20.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sBd-pw2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FVocKUSKZsA/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sBd-pw2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FVocKUSKZsA/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309159045711119202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sA2jBLuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YYRrItWJcsA/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sA2jBLuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/YYRrItWJcsA/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309159035126230754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sAVkBBUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OT-Pd6ixUO8/s1600-h/DSC00949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sAVkBBUI/AAAAAAAAAOA/OT-Pd6ixUO8/s320/DSC00949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309159026272044354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3r_5aeEmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TV9exF8TL-4/s1600-h/DSC00948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3r_5aeEmI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TV9exF8TL-4/s320/DSC00948.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309159018715812450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3r82tKJPI/AAAAAAAAANw/9UAqVkBCrnc/s1600-h/DSC00945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3r82tKJPI/AAAAAAAAANw/9UAqVkBCrnc/s320/DSC00945.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309158966449284338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ryan, here are some pictures of Kiersten. Isn't Buddy getting HUGE? He was so small when you was home for R+R! These where taken after Gymnastics class. Enjoy them. Love you! It is green leopard print. She told me she really has seen a green leopard walking around! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8023938906024573907?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8023938906024573907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8023938906024573907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8023938906024573907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8023938906024573907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiersten.html' title='Kiersten'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/Sa3sBd-pw2I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/FVocKUSKZsA/s72-c/DSC00951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5670701408031851316</id><published>2009-03-01T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:21:54.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be or Not To Be Lesbian</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A week ago Sunday my girlfriend (ha ha) Kris and I attended this lawn and garden show in Temple. While there she purchased a SWEET hot tube. I was all excited getting into the tube pretending there was water in it. The sales associate actually said "man you would think there really was water in it" Anyways, before the sale she was talking to Kris and I in this weird manner. Yep she thought we was an "item". Kris very welled cleared that one up for us. I was laughing. Oh how Lisa was laughing. Kris wasn't laughing. She was more like - NO, we do NOT live together, we are NOT a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; it was funny. After that I started to pretend like I was some kind of an assistant to Mrs. Kris King. When she would pull off her coat I was all like " would you like me to hold that for you mam'' and I did a couple more things. Well of course I did. That is just how Lisa works. That poor lady. Kris bought the Jacuzzi. Thank you Kris. Friday Kris, well Mrs. King had to work. Like a good friend who wanted to get in the tube on Friday night. I was there so it to be installed. Hours later the delivery men arrived with it. They was staring at me in this weird way. A way that was familiar. I don't know kind of like the way the sales associate was staring/talking to us. Finally he couldn't hold back any longer. He was all noisy and this dude just came out and asked. Is this "our" first hot tube purchase. Does Mrs. King and I enjoy hot tubes, have we been in them together before.. So I about spit out my drink and I kind of said a bad word. " @#$% NO we are not Lesbians, we have husbands which are both deployed together, we are real good friends who take care of each other and not in that way" then he started giggling. I was cracking up. Kiersten was rolling her eyes like she knew what the men was implying laughing along with us. He said "sorry, I just thought" I then told him that if I was I would be the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; of the relationship. How strange not even in a weeks time period two different incidents being questioned if you was a lesbian. The tube couldn't finish being installed for what ever reasons, this company is going to call me to make an appointment cause Kris works out of town. They asked for my name and I couldn't hold it back. I said "Lisa, Lisa King" then he is looking at me all cocked eyed. I never told him anything different!!!! I think this week I will just stay at the house. For real I think it is hard enough for Ryan to put up with me many of the times. Could you imagine if I was married to a woman? Oh I just about threw up on that last sentence. Kris I love you an all but no, I just don't think our relationship would work out if we was to get married. You would sure take care of me though!!!!! You would be my Sugar mama!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5670701408031851316?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5670701408031851316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5670701408031851316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5670701408031851316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5670701408031851316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-be-or-not-to-be-lesbian.html' title='To Be or Not To Be Lesbian'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2964320185761265550</id><published>2009-02-27T06:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:00:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROTTEN FISH</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;If I do not have enough to do with this house. A couple of days back when I walked into my house I have been noticing an odor. If you know me I am always noticing an odor somewhere.  I walked around trying to find this and nothing. Could not find it. Yesterday after coming home from work I walked into my house and RANK!!!!! What in the world is that smell. I had no time. I had to jump in the shower and change my cloths get back to school for a parent teacher conference.  Hours later Kiersten and I finally make it home sweet home. I walk up to my door. I can smell this slight odor. FROM OUTSIDE MY DOOR????? Holly crap. We walked in the house it is coming from the kitchen. The closer I am to the pantry the more tainted the smell is. So I opened the pantry door. Oh NO!!! The smell is BAD. I think "lord please help me. I have a mouse that has rotted away in this pantry" Digging through stuff praying I do not find this dead mouse/rat, but needing to find it. I find nothing. I have our freezer in our pantry. It is a big pantry. Before I open the door (I'm smart) I look at the outlet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yeap&lt;/span&gt; it is unplug. No telling how long this freezer has been unplugged. I know what you are thinking. Sounds like this thing has happened to me before It has very shortly after Ryan left it did. Only this time I didn't catch it in time before everything start to rot. I am dreading to open the door, but kind of very curios to open it. Well I opened it. HORSESHIT. It was bad. I start yelling for Ryan (he is deployed so that isn't helping me) The dogs rolled over and was playing dead. My cats are going crazy thinking this freezer is a giant white turd. Their natural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instance&lt;/span&gt; is to cover up the smell. They are scratching all around it. But the turd just isn't getting covered up fast enough. The smell was B A D. I start laughing for real, Kiersten is crying. I'm laughing Kiersten's crying what is new? I said 'Kiersten what in this world are you crying about" she said " It smells, I do not want to go to school smelling like this" So of course I am laughing even harder. Well I had to stop laughing. The more I laughed I was like inhaling this smell so I now can taste it. YUCK. My poor daughter, cats, and dogs. I put me some gloves on along with big girl panties. I was the only one who was going to whoop this smell. Oh my. It was all good until I reached the shelve that is designated for fish. I slowly grabbed hold of this fish box. It felt a little damp. I start to pick it up. The box ripped it wasn't damp it was soaking wet. Fish feel out of it. Now i am laying on the pantry floor playing dead next to my dogs. I get this old rotted food into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;garbage&lt;/span&gt; bag and I am running out of my house with it trying my best to not drip. Neighbors are outside watching. They already think I am crazy. So why not. I'm yelling looking all like a mad women on drugs. Talking to myself. Kicking the trash can cause I was so mad. I took it out on the trash can. It was a long hard night for me. I will repeat that. Last night was a long hard night for me. Kiersten stayed outside. She is no dumb dumb. She stayed AWAY. She needs to toughen up some. She should have grabbed a towel and helped out mom. So once you are around an odor you loose smell of it. I figured the bleach would get rid of it. This morning I woke up breathing nice and deep strokes of air. Not smelling anything tainted. I go out side to pull trash down to the curb. Trash day thank you!!! That container needs dumped. I walked back into my house. It started all over again. The smell. It is just terrible. I don't know how I am going to get rid of the tuna boat smell that is in my house. I am fixing to leave in about an hour. I will open all my windows and get some fresh air into this house. So how was your night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-2964320185761265550?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2964320185761265550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2964320185761265550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2964320185761265550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2964320185761265550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/rotten-fish.html' title='ROTTEN FISH'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7556437550149775409</id><published>2009-02-21T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T18:05:50.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buried in Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy161Xg-I/AAAAAAAAANo/bu_IV9fP9os/s1600-h/trip+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305437000438350818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy161Xg-I/AAAAAAAAANo/bu_IV9fP9os/s320/trip+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1lZAUFI/AAAAAAAAANg/YxH6V4Ht4zc/s1600-h/trip+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436994682245202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1lZAUFI/AAAAAAAAANg/YxH6V4Ht4zc/s320/trip+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1kRIJzI/AAAAAAAAANY/rvV1T94uhhc/s1600-h/trip+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436994380769074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1kRIJzI/AAAAAAAAANY/rvV1T94uhhc/s320/trip+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1blqPDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RNn4RpceAOE/s1600-h/trip+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436992050969650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1blqPDI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RNn4RpceAOE/s320/trip+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1Nq-thI/AAAAAAAAANI/tVsCVaenrFY/s1600-h/trip+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305436988315186706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy1Nq-thI/AAAAAAAAANI/tVsCVaenrFY/s320/trip+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;"&gt;More summer pictures. Kiersten and I went to Florida to see my Grandparents. While at the beach Kiersten was buried. We had a blast. I can not wait to make another trip down to see them again. Hopefully Ryan can come along as well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7556437550149775409?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7556437550149775409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7556437550149775409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7556437550149775409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7556437550149775409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/buried-in-florida.html' title='Buried in Florida'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCy161Xg-I/AAAAAAAAANo/bu_IV9fP9os/s72-c/trip+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8917326578183168781</id><published>2009-02-21T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:19:15.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP little buddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCuivShPLI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FmC_fazXxY/s1600-h/trip+203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305432272875371698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCuivShPLI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FmC_fazXxY/s320/trip+203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bored going through some of my photo's I came across an old friend. What a little hottie! My ever so conservative mother was here for one of her visits. Mom, Kiersten and I decided that we was hot in this Texas heat. Well to no surprise I have this kick butt friend Kris who happens to have an in ground pool. So we went swimming while Kris was at work. My mother and Kris gets along a little to well. They have this "bond" between them. Some of the stuff they do is hilarious. Anyways, mom decided Kris needed a swimming Buddie since her husband is deployed as well. This little hottie was Kris's new summer buddy. RIP little bud :( :(. Over the summer she kind of dried up such a sad thing. I heard while swimming the hole in her mouth was a sweet beer bottle holder. We never did figure out what the hole was really meant for. She was amazing she even came with two more. One in her "down stairs" and one in the butt. We still haven't a clue what that was all about!!!! All well RIP little bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8917326578183168781?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8917326578183168781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8917326578183168781' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8917326578183168781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8917326578183168781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/rip-little-buddy.html' title='RIP little buddy'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SaCuivShPLI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FmC_fazXxY/s72-c/trip+203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2884941288563464221</id><published>2009-02-17T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:33:59.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;4 more months of the deployment to ride out. Think of the lives of the military family. We are some strong ladies. We have a life to take care of back here at home front. At times it can be straight up a bitch. Especially the nights when our children do not understand why, somehow we manage to hold ourselves together for our children. That alone was the hardest thing this year. Saying that, I think with any bad situation you have to find something good out of it. A life's lesson. I have come to love that I did it. I actually am a little proud of myself. This isn't our first deployment but last time I went back home with the family. This deployment I decided to put on my big girl panties and stay here. I learned a lot about Lisa (for the record I am NOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; I am strong willed). I fought my way out of a lot of life's test that has been dropped upon me this year. I have stuck my foot into my mouth a couple of times. Most importantly I have made a LOT of WONDERFUL memories, I will take through the years with me. Luckily our company has some pretty wonderful wives that I was fortunate enough to spend this deployment beside of. They have helped (laughed) at me through the lesser times. I admit I might giggle a little too at times with their "issues"!!! That is what friends are for, right? I guess what I am getting at is even though this deployment has had it's rough edges at times,at the end of the day it wasn't so bad. I owe a huge thank you to my friends and family. This deployment would have been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; without you. I am excited to show Ryan all the new tricks I have up my sleeve. 4 more months to go. When that bus comes pulling in and our soldiers take the walk down the steps I will hit my knees and thank God their home... Take care everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-2884941288563464221?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2884941288563464221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2884941288563464221' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2884941288563464221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2884941288563464221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-more.html' title='4 more'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2324770376097695545</id><published>2009-02-07T22:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:51:16.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JENNY'S BIRTHDAY BASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5_ZNUCthI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gmqgheJvUYk/s1600-h/DSC00909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300313882508834322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5_ZNUCthI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gmqgheJvUYk/s320/DSC00909.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-18ZyjbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/onCymDLVT8g/s1600-h/DSC00884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300313276674117042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-18ZyjbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/onCymDLVT8g/s320/DSC00884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-1lbq9bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bJu3H_4z_CQ/s1600-h/DSC00885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300313270507992498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-1lbq9bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/bJu3H_4z_CQ/s320/DSC00885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-04Jmr5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RjCqG2lNVPE/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300313258352619410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-04Jmr5I/AAAAAAAAAMU/RjCqG2lNVPE/s320/DSC00907.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-0mFmbkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cUA5bw-h47E/s1600-h/DSC00910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300313253503987266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5-0mFmbkI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cUA5bw-h47E/s320/DSC00910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I truly had such a good time with the ladies tonight celebrating Jenny's Birthday. I know that it would have been a better 30th if her husband was here for this day. It is so nice to know we're all going through the same hardship deployment can bring, and we're all there for each other. The good times as well as all the bad times. Here are a couple of pictures. I love you all so that is why I will only post a couple!!!!!!!! Jenny, always thinking of the children rented the jumper so they could have fun. All the kids loved it. For those that doesn't know the women with her tongue hanging out. Yeah that is Jenny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-2324770376097695545?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2324770376097695545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2324770376097695545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2324770376097695545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2324770376097695545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/jennys-birthday-bash.html' title='JENNY&apos;S BIRTHDAY BASH'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SY5_ZNUCthI/AAAAAAAAAMs/gmqgheJvUYk/s72-c/DSC00909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-136087208471181530</id><published>2009-02-03T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:18:50.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free balling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Anyone that knows me, knows that I pretty much have no shame. Even I have limits. After Kiersten's gymnastics I had to make a quick run to Wal-Mart (is that a such thing? A quick run). As we where walking out of Wal-Mart this S.U.V. drove up, parked right in front of the store for his wife to unload her load! Well the driver door opened out came this man in his bathrobe with his house shoes on. He didn't think nothing of it. Walked to the back of their S.U.V. opened the back glass and helped her unload her load!! (yes i will see how many times I can say unload her load). I just stood there staring. I couldn't help myself. All I could think was "Now is he free balling or does he have underwear on " Come on!! What could possibly be so much of an emergency that you would run out of your house without putting on pants? I will admit I have ran to the local Wal-Mart sporting my pajama pants.  I HAD PANTS ON. I just could not believe what I was watching. I would tell Ryan "No pants no getting in the car". You might not think anything of it but this little thing has blown my mind. Free balls and his wife had to see me staring. I am sure I didn't hide any weird facial expressions. Us folks from Eastern Kentucky, well we wear our pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-136087208471181530?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/136087208471181530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=136087208471181530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/136087208471181530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/136087208471181530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/free-balling.html' title='Free balling?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6181280070658629238</id><published>2009-02-02T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:07:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My English</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYfO6h9JgOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ll4jD4rTqiE/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYfO6h9JgOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ll4jD4rTqiE/s320/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298430991567257826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330000;"&gt;Ok everyone, I SUCK at proper English. School was for socializing not learning. Come on so I say THERE for EVERYTHING instead of the occasionally their!!! I went back and edited A LOT of the post to "correct the problem". If you see was, instead of where, or the other way around.. Look over it!! If there, is a there, instead of their Oh come on look over it :):):):):) Thank you my sister Jennie for pointing that one out to me. You know what? You got all the good grades but I sure had a lot of fun (i was feeding the ducks, you, well you fed the rabbits) Again sorry.. It is my blog I can write as I wish. I am going to take my ball and go home.Oh, and if you haven't noticed I never know the correct place to put a , either. Classes was so boring to me. YUCK to school. Say no to dope. I will get TOLD the HECK off for the duck and rabbit comment. Yeah I said it, go ahead and call me. My sister and I had these little "Codes" growing up so our parents wouldn't have a clue what we, I mean I was doing. The problem was I never told Jennie what our "codes" was or what they "really" meant.  She didn't ever do the code thing. I was left hanging a few times, a BUNCH of times actually. But I sure would REPEAT the "code" many times, loudley for her while I was in trouble. Shoot I got grounded a lot. FYI NEVER EVER tell you parents when they ask why you did what you did "well I figured since I was on thin ice I would dance" It only makes it worst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hey Jennie I am giving you a kiss. You know what that code meant!!!!!!!!!!!!! SAKE AND BAKE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6181280070658629238?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6181280070658629238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6181280070658629238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6181280070658629238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6181280070658629238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-english.html' title='My English'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYfO6h9JgOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/ll4jD4rTqiE/s72-c/DSC00407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-898928590046080511</id><published>2009-02-01T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:44:15.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZdZnZ-ISI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gvpFiS4izYE/s1600-h/DSC00245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZdZnZ-ISI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gvpFiS4izYE/s320/DSC00245.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298024706303992098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I was at Jenny's house and I noticed I didn't have my memory card for my camera. I really wanted to take a picture. She reminded me of my internal memory on the camera itself. I had forgotten all about this. I was scrolling through the 4 pictures,that is all this camera will hold without a memory card. I came across this picture of Ryan and Kiersten. At the time I pretended it didn't bother me. Here is this picture of Ryan and Kiersten that I can not even remember taking. We where at the Airport. The morning that Ryan had to return to Iraq, his R&amp;amp;R was over. How can I not remember taking this? I don't even remember having a camera with me. It was a little hard to hold back my feelings today when I did finally come across it. This picture, such a beautiful picture can bring such sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-898928590046080511?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/898928590046080511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=898928590046080511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/898928590046080511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/898928590046080511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/how.html' title='HOW?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZdZnZ-ISI/AAAAAAAAAL4/gvpFiS4izYE/s72-c/DSC00245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1809922117541558278</id><published>2009-02-01T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:19:10.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Ryan &amp; The Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDvoe_mI/AAAAAAAAALw/Okc9GXEM01E/s1600-h/DSC00834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDvoe_mI/AAAAAAAAALw/Okc9GXEM01E/s320/DSC00834.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018832997088866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDeE6x5I/AAAAAAAAALo/MPiu7tlarE0/s1600-h/DSC00823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDeE6x5I/AAAAAAAAALo/MPiu7tlarE0/s320/DSC00823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018828284512146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDAo1qBI/AAAAAAAAALg/o2X9BQjaM7g/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDAo1qBI/AAAAAAAAALg/o2X9BQjaM7g/s320/DSC00814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018820382107666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYC2FOS3I/AAAAAAAAALY/BgIbR-iKMP4/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYC2FOS3I/AAAAAAAAALY/BgIbR-iKMP4/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298018817548372850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;SPAN style="COLOR: #990000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Kiersten Marie is growing on us. Sometimes it is hard to believe that little girl is 6. Shortly after her dad comes home she will be turning 7. Can you digest that one? 7 what is that all about. Here is a little video of her on the trampoline.. And a couple of pictures for you. Love you all...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bc05519f161189b" 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://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bc05519f161189b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331578423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48AA093EA36733D226DFD01AF11A7ACC4513ADC8.58CFAA0FE0D90D3331FD4508D6A941F7C559E708%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bc05519f161189b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6GWQ4u3vvc_XH_F70Jzutz4SZ7o&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://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bc05519f161189b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331578423%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D48AA093EA36733D226DFD01AF11A7ACC4513ADC8.58CFAA0FE0D90D3331FD4508D6A941F7C559E708%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bc05519f161189b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6GWQ4u3vvc_XH_F70Jzutz4SZ7o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1809922117541558278?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3bc05519f161189b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1809922117541558278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1809922117541558278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1809922117541558278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1809922117541558278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/02/to-ryan-family.html' title='To Ryan &amp; The Family'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYZYDvoe_mI/AAAAAAAAALw/Okc9GXEM01E/s72-c/DSC00834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-3556736188062051590</id><published>2009-01-31T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:22:32.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS AT 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYSlPkAa6GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/08L2cgIU-7U/s1600-h/DSC00804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297540748476606562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYSlPkAa6GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/08L2cgIU-7U/s320/DSC00804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever heard "YOU WILL NEVER HAVE FRIENDS LIKE YOU DID WHEN YOU WAS 6"? Have you ever sat and thought just what did that mean. These are just my thoughts on it. When you was 6 you had no worries. You just hung out and played all the cute little fun games. Just played. As you become older your friends change, you start to become a different person. Then comes the teenage years. Oh my friends at that age I'm telling you what. You start to have "real secrets" someone will be so grounded if you told that kind of a secret. You start getting into boys. Pretty soon as time goes you slowly loose your friends. Your dating life has begun as well as their.s. This is what is important to you at this age. You get dumped then you start calling your friends again. Your friend gets dumped and you are happy on the inside laughing (maybe i am not a good friend, i don't know) You graduate from High School. One by one your classmates move/become married. Then you meet that someone. Not a, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; lets hang out, yeah lets go see a movie. The person in your life. You start your life as a family. Eventually you find different friends. These friends are special to you. Now you share more then secrets with them. Life when you are older just brings in the weight of all your burdens. Whether or not you are dealing with bad times or not your friends may very well be. Trying so hard to be supportive even at times you don't know how. Even if it isn't your life you still lay down at night worrying about them. When we was 6 how fun was that. No bills, cleaning, job, spouse deployed, questions from your children that you just can't find the correct words to try to explain why their dad isn't coming home today. Don't get me wrong I love being a wife, and a parent. I don't know if I can say I love having a job with a serious look on my face. I sat today while one of Kiersten's friends was here playing. Just listening to there conversation. Really just listening to what was important to them in their little life. Laughing when they would be bothered over something so small, but to them their little hearts was broke. I think today I have figured out what that saying really means. Look at these girls they are truly having the time of their life. You can't fence time. Our children will be our age before we know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Wow this whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; talk is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; not me. I am going to get off here and go take a shower or take a happy pill or something. Yeah I can't be doing this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-3556736188062051590?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/3556736188062051590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=3556736188062051590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3556736188062051590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/3556736188062051590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/buddies.html' title='FRIENDS AT 6'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SYSlPkAa6GI/AAAAAAAAALQ/08L2cgIU-7U/s72-c/DSC00804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-672593961826007883</id><published>2009-01-27T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:38:57.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_hF9eDTPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yz_jBN_QXUs/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296199179327196402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_hF9eDTPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yz_jBN_QXUs/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Sorry Jenny, I have to put this one on here. After gymnastics Jenny and I decided to take the children out for dinner. We picked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. You know that little saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;monkey&lt;/span&gt; do" I sure hope not. God Bless Jenny. Tanner, is one of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kiersten's&lt;/span&gt; friends that she has the sleep overs with. Tanner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Katylin&lt;/span&gt; and Erica are bother and sisters. Yeah you are looking at it right. This little boy is able to pick his on nose without using a finger. He is so good with his little talent!!!! Oh to be 7 years old again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-672593961826007883?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/672593961826007883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=672593961826007883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/672593961826007883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/672593961826007883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-funny.html' title='To Funny'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_hF9eDTPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Yz_jBN_QXUs/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-5387055928884383621</id><published>2009-01-27T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T20:28:51.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBssWm5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qR_hdjZr6zY/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBssWm5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qR_hdjZr6zY/s320/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194708057791378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBThTI0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kwf2NgPaY6Y/s1600-h/DSC00730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBThTI0I/AAAAAAAAAKg/Kwf2NgPaY6Y/s320/DSC00730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194701300540226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBIXChtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Be-UJUNmLvk/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBIXChtI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Be-UJUNmLvk/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194698304718546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dAALWA7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3teVTVzh6Bs/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dAALWA7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3teVTVzh6Bs/s320/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296194678928311218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am so proud of Kiersten. She finally found an extracurricular&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;activity. In the past we have tried a couple of things. 1) Couch Pitch (softball) Yeah she did great until she was batting and one day she hit the ball and somehow it bounced back and smacked her into the face. After that little incident she didn't have anything else to do with it. 2) Dance. "OH NO WAY". Best words out of Kiersten's mouth. We attended a class on Friday. Oh my that was so boring. Kiersten wanted to leave so bad. She looked at me with tears in her eyes "mom do I have to do this, it is boring" I was so happy, I'm telling you that was hard to set through. They wasn't dancing the way Kiersten's likes to dance. 3) Golf. I guess I really can't count this one cause she is going to take lessons but it doesn't start until late March. These pictures was taken before class. I couldn't take any during class, we had to set in a room to watch which had a glass wall. Every pic. came out blurr.. As you can tell in these pictures her friends that she is with "everyday" does gymnastics as well.... I am so happy that she was happy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-5387055928884383621?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/5387055928884383621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=5387055928884383621' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5387055928884383621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/5387055928884383621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/gymnastics_27.html' title='Gymnastics'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX_dBssWm5I/AAAAAAAAAKo/qR_hdjZr6zY/s72-c/DSC00729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7930186746630141814</id><published>2009-01-26T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:11:11.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend Continued!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5tJT6iv2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/01Nxqd_6G_o/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5tJT6iv2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/01Nxqd_6G_o/s320/DSC00611.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295790218566352738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5tIRgZNCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JET4kS5qlkw/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5tIRgZNCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/JET4kS5qlkw/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295790200739935266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Here is two more pictures of us at the Austin Children's Museum.  There is this large cow, right? It had these mechanical things attached to her utters to show the children how they milk the cows. So I pulled one of them off and my good friend took a picture. What I wanted some milk too!!! I think a "responsible" friend would have said "Lisa, we are both pushing 30yrs old. We don't need to be acting this way in public"  Nope she laughed and was more then willing to take some pic's.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7930186746630141814?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7930186746630141814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7930186746630141814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7930186746630141814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7930186746630141814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weekend-continued.html' title='This Weekend Continued!!!!!!'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5tJT6iv2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/01Nxqd_6G_o/s72-c/DSC00611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-552419853320309496</id><published>2009-01-26T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:02:43.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Skating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5plfRupmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOwqhM6DQAE/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5plfRupmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOwqhM6DQAE/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786304606217826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5pkr52_QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wmxSbVUKKjk/s1600-h/DSC00696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5pkr52_QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/wmxSbVUKKjk/s320/DSC00696.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786290815892738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5pjmc-ONI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3dy6E1gois/s1600-h/DSC00667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5pjmc-ONI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s3dy6E1gois/s320/DSC00667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786272172685522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5piz1lRUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aN4_S0K-XnI/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5piz1lRUI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aN4_S0K-XnI/s320/DSC00654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786258585699650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5ph-sieDI/AAAAAAAAAII/IUD9Jey3gss/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5ph-sieDI/AAAAAAAAAII/IUD9Jey3gss/s320/DSC00648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295786244320688178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;My friend Jenny was invited to this roller skating party. The catch was you had to live in 1 of the 2 villages to be able to attend. Well, these two villages is officers only... As you all know Ryan is enlisted... So enlisted wasn't invited!!!!!!!!!!!! But I went anyways.. Jenny "made" me go with her. Kiersten had a blast. She finally started to pick up on it towards the end. Jenny and her three children was skating. I was walking/running with Kiersten while she was skating, she didn't want to let go of my arm. Finally once Kiersten started to let go and do it on her own I put on my skates.. Lord help me. First thing I said to Kiersten was do not grab me if you are going to fall, you are on your own (just like swimming I can only save myself. I will only say this once, if you are swimming with me, we both ain't going down.)!!!!!!! I go out there Kiersten starts to fall, she grabs me and down I went. I pulled them stupid skates off and finished with my socks on. I was really proud of the Jenny's children and Kiersten.. The picture with the four of them are her 3 kids and kiersten, this is the gang. They are either at my house. Or Kiersten is over there.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-552419853320309496?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/552419853320309496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=552419853320309496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/552419853320309496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/552419853320309496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/roller-skating.html' title='Roller Skating'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX5plfRupmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JOwqhM6DQAE/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8094626047791468869</id><published>2009-01-26T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:01:22.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lTq7NzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWiL2T_puAM/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lTq7NzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWiL2T_puAM/s320/DSC00632.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295570494216326578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lTEJeVJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uO7aEOYxEaI/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lTEJeVJI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uO7aEOYxEaI/s320/DSC00626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295570483807147154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lSSIjcSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KY9k5bgwfu8/s1600-h/DSC00614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lSSIjcSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/KY9k5bgwfu8/s320/DSC00614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295570470381515042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lQTyLj-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bSVG317M7r8/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lQTyLj-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/bSVG317M7r8/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295570436464807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lQIeW2CI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUHBooOxb6Q/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lQIeW2CI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uUHBooOxb6Q/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295570433428871202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;On Saturday many of the ladies along with all the children drove to the Austins Children Museum. The children had a blast. I have so many pictures of Kiersten at the ACM. The 3 children that are either at my house every weekend or Kiersten is at there house was of course there as well!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8094626047791468869?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8094626047791468869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8094626047791468869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8094626047791468869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8094626047791468869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX2lTq7NzbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/lWiL2T_puAM/s72-c/DSC00632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-2580700252466113769</id><published>2009-01-25T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:02:07.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lVYvN6dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uXEp9cBZww/s1600-h/DSC00595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lVYvN6dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uXEp9cBZww/s320/DSC00595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429786205546962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lVFj8DBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cm-YGXKg7qE/s1600-h/DSC00596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lVFj8DBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cm-YGXKg7qE/s320/DSC00596.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429781057965074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTre-A9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/QG1OS_gcAqc/s1600-h/DSC00597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTre-A9I/AAAAAAAAAHI/QG1OS_gcAqc/s320/DSC00597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429756877931474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTRFKgMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8XtJ-bw-SUo/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTRFKgMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/8XtJ-bw-SUo/s320/DSC00599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429749790376130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTL2wiWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g9iHalyfZ5I/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lTL2wiWI/AAAAAAAAAG4/g9iHalyfZ5I/s320/DSC00600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295429748387776866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;On the 21st of Jan. Ryan and I celebrated our 9th anniversary!!! He was able to call me that was a special gift in itself to be able to hear his voice. I was told that my "thing" wouldn't be delivered until Friday, that was the earliest they could get it to me. Never did I expect to receive it at work. Of course I cried. I LOVED IT!!!!!! Those that really know Ryan, what he bought me doesn't surprise you does it? It made me laugh after the tears. He is such a fun person I am so blessed to spend the rest of my life with this man... Here it is enjoy the pictures!!!!!!!! I LOVED IT!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-2580700252466113769?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/2580700252466113769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=2580700252466113769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2580700252466113769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/2580700252466113769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SX0lVYvN6dI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_uXEp9cBZww/s72-c/DSC00595.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-4912272648103179022</id><published>2009-01-22T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:22:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiersten being silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNgsjmhcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_Up8BwSbU3A/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNgsjmhcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_Up8BwSbU3A/s320/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277692318188994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNgeqc6vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bevsMn7UhTM/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNgeqc6vI/AAAAAAAAAFI/bevsMn7UhTM/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277688588823282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNf7nBxFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z6WXb6RWaUA/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNf7nBxFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/z6WXb6RWaUA/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277679179220050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNfrwH2XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F1JvuuTWvUc/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNfrwH2XI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F1JvuuTWvUc/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294277674922400114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"&gt;She can make some funny faces... She is a cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-4912272648103179022?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/4912272648103179022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=4912272648103179022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4912272648103179022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/4912272648103179022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiersten-being-silly.html' title='Kiersten being silly'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkNgsjmhcI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_Up8BwSbU3A/s72-c/DSC00495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-8742133022287083139</id><published>2009-01-20T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:41:19.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FOR MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8_HnFYhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vnaqiFTcikU/s1600-h/DSC00500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8_HnFYhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vnaqiFTcikU/s320/DSC00500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555835837178386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8-2vybHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0vjATddN6K0/s1600-h/DSC00502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8-2vybHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0vjATddN6K0/s320/DSC00502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555831310281842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8-CsJI1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4hIde3XhCs4/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8-CsJI1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4hIde3XhCs4/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555817336349522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8985jLwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JsuW_4nYlIc/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8985jLwI/AAAAAAAAAEY/JsuW_4nYlIc/s320/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293555815781969666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;I did some rearranging, gave a friend our lamps. In return she gave me a beautiful sofa table!!! I replaced our lamps with the lanterns that mom gave me. (yeah they are for outside but i think they went well in our living room.) The two on each end table and the tall one in the corner in front of the window is the ones that you gave us.:)  The other lantern in the corner where the vase is, my friend "traded" me too... I did a lot since you and grandma came down to see us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-8742133022287083139?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/8742133022287083139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=8742133022287083139' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8742133022287083139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/8742133022287083139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-for-mom.html' title='THIS IS FOR MOM'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXZ8_HnFYhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vnaqiFTcikU/s72-c/DSC00500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6720114302373107741</id><published>2009-01-19T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T17:37:03.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqpDVSA_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4dRZ321WHaQ/s1600-h/ryans+RandR+130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqpDVSA_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4dRZ321WHaQ/s320/ryans+RandR+130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183821801456626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqot8PctI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qBCwyp6eej8/s1600-h/ryans+RandR+115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqot8PctI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qBCwyp6eej8/s320/ryans+RandR+115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183816059286226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqoMJQp7I/AAAAAAAAADw/VRUKflfoR34/s1600-h/ryans+RandR+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqoMJQp7I/AAAAAAAAADw/VRUKflfoR34/s320/ryans+RandR+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183806987085746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqn6cJ10I/AAAAAAAAADo/bEw2kwtckJ4/s1600-h/ryans+RandR+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqn6cJ10I/AAAAAAAAADo/bEw2kwtckJ4/s320/ryans+RandR+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183802234492738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqnruoqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/cexQLn5t7Q8/s1600-h/ryans+RandR+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqnruoqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/cexQLn5t7Q8/s320/ryans+RandR+012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293183798285478210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;More pictures of Ryan when he was in for RandR. Like the old saying goes "all good things must come to an end" I am so thankful that these soldiers are able to come home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6720114302373107741?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6720114302373107741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6720114302373107741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6720114302373107741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6720114302373107741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-pictures.html' title='More pictures'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXUqpDVSA_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/4dRZ321WHaQ/s72-c/ryans+RandR+130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7050258030122429789</id><published>2009-01-19T07:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:59:49.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ryan's R+R</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi4flQx7I/AAAAAAAAADA/UYDrgyIw5rA/s1600-h/DSC00204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293034553501337522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi4flQx7I/AAAAAAAAADA/UYDrgyIw5rA/s320/DSC00204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi3wjz1ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LbCsyKthTvg/s1600-h/DSC00206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293034540878779794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi3wjz1ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LbCsyKthTvg/s320/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi3nw1hCI/AAAAAAAAACw/nTtdMNlyUYo/s1600-h/DSC00195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293034538517496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi3nw1hCI/AAAAAAAAACw/nTtdMNlyUYo/s320/DSC00195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am aware at it is Jan., and Ryan came home for RandR in Nov. I just started this and many of the family have been asking to see some pictures. I won't mention names but a certain family member couldn't believe Ryan could pet a fish without wanting to put a hook in it's mouth!!!! Here are a couple of pictures of Kiersten and Ryan at Sea World. I know I will regret asking this one, is a dolphin really considered a fish? &lt;/span&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/4581951049400712091-7050258030122429789?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7050258030122429789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7050258030122429789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7050258030122429789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7050258030122429789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/ryans-rr.html' title='ryan&apos;s R+R'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSi4flQx7I/AAAAAAAAADA/UYDrgyIw5rA/s72-c/DSC00204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-1162894752188977308</id><published>2009-01-19T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T07:45:37.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='am i a push over'/><title type='text'>am i a push over?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSgA0dVf-I/AAAAAAAAACo/1lrDd3Ypxx0/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSgA0dVf-I/AAAAAAAAACo/1lrDd3Ypxx0/s320/DSC00515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031398009307106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSgAvATN8I/AAAAAAAAACg/LAxsrj2xviA/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSgAvATN8I/AAAAAAAAACg/LAxsrj2xviA/s320/DSC00513.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293031396545345474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;   In the past by several friends and family, I have been told that I was a push over. No one really listens when I try to "put them in line". I get a lot of giggles.. You can tell the authority figure in this house is away. Like I have always said "Ryan wears the pants in this house, I just pick them out for him" Yeah right!!! I try to put on like I have a "demanding" bone in me. I am a big sucker that doesn't know how to say no.. I have a friend in mind who is worst then me at this????? I wonder who that is??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#000066;"&gt;You know that rule, a couch is for seating not sleeping," and "no animals on the furniture"...... OKAY!!! Hey it is leather, body oil from sleep will wipe off, dog hair will wipe off, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-1162894752188977308?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/1162894752188977308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=1162894752188977308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1162894752188977308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/1162894752188977308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-push-over.html' title='am i a push over?'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXSgA0dVf-I/AAAAAAAAACo/1lrDd3Ypxx0/s72-c/DSC00515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-7692980313266009496</id><published>2009-01-18T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:31:48.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='An honest child'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Kiersten and I was riding in the truck. She just kept on staring at me. Staring at me with this smile on her face. You know the one, I am trying my best not to let you see me smile. Well it was that kind of smile.  Feeling a "little" uncomfortable asking her "what is it" (she is WAY to honest for a 6 year old) She doesn't hesitate "mom, girls aren't suppose to have hair on their face you need to shave your mustache"   Right out of the mouth of a 6 year old.  Of course I went to Wal-mart and bought that shit you put on your face to get rid of unwanted hair. I could not believe it. What the heck. I am looking in the mirror at every view possible trying to see the "hair". Talk about being a little paranoid. Have a conversation with my young one.......  So I am as bare, smooth what ever as a babies butt now.. Nope no more "hair"......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-7692980313266009496?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/7692980313266009496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=7692980313266009496' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7692980313266009496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/7692980313266009496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/kiersten-and-i-was-riding-in-truck.html' title=''/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4581951049400712091.post-6634864642672919694</id><published>2009-01-18T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:52:46.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am an idiot'/><title type='text'>what is wrong with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I made this blog up a couple of months ago, right? Then my ryan came home for r and r. Thanksgiving passed, Christmas, the new year, bla bla bla I forgot all about it!!!! I guess it would help a little if I invited people to this page. Actually let someone know that I do now have a page.. I am an idiot. So I am about to hit all of you all with blogs.. You can come and take a look :) or not :(   Enjoy yourself have a wonderful day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4581951049400712091-6634864642672919694?l=justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/feeds/6634864642672919694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4581951049400712091&amp;postID=6634864642672919694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6634864642672919694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4581951049400712091/posts/default/6634864642672919694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justuskentucksfolks.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='what is wrong with me'/><author><name>The Galovics</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08727272334846275640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6wXW9Gvz40o/SXkjWL_cQVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/te0qJ_8SKsE/S220/DSC00413.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
