<?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-4768728273026722576</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:09:56.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day the stars will aligne</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-4312487788474802605</id><published>2010-03-23T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:32:22.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hott Hott Hott</title><content type='html'>Is it hot in here or are those the flames of hell coming to burn Amy Tolley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-4312487788474802605?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4312487788474802605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/hott-hott-hott.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4312487788474802605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4312487788474802605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/hott-hott-hott.html' title='Hott Hott Hott'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-8245129051649711863</id><published>2010-03-17T20:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:46:11.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pears</title><content type='html'>I was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt; in our friendship pair...is this a sign of our friendship?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-8245129051649711863?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8245129051649711863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/pears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/8245129051649711863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/8245129051649711863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/03/pears.html' title='Pears'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-4754189561470873996</id><published>2010-02-24T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:30:18.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kryptonite ;)</title><content type='html'>This is just a little taste of a typical conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Brunettes with blue or green eyes are my kryptonite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "I think I was lusting after him..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laura: "I had a dream I was dating a Channing look a like. prrr."&lt;br /&gt;  Lisa: "I can't believe you just prrrrrrr"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4." I made the mistake of not ring checking him till the very end though......stupid  wedding ring"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-4754189561470873996?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4754189561470873996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-kryptonite.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4754189561470873996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4754189561470873996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-kryptonite.html' title='My Kryptonite ;)'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-172016615476872466</id><published>2010-02-24T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:19:19.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>Hey Katie, want to know a secret?&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't actually sleeping....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-172016615476872466?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/172016615476872466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/172016615476872466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/172016615476872466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-7273596169994495353</id><published>2010-02-07T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:42:25.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My wonderful roommate Michelle just said this to our other roommate Jennie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I'd rather break your heart than play games with it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-7273596169994495353?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7273596169994495353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-mess-with-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/7273596169994495353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/7273596169994495353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-mess-with-my-heart.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with my heart'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-8015554217358305324</id><published>2010-02-07T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:47:29.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Perfect Jerk That Works For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Today's Quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"I need to find a guy with the  jerky qualities that mesh well with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;Interpretation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As a friend of our likes to say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Men are pigs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;(This is a guy who says this by the way...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As of late there have been a few guys in our lives that have been jerks.We came to the conclusion that our friends statement is true. The guys that you think are nice, good guys and wont do anything to be put on the bad list...well they always end up doing something that puts them on the bad list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;As we were discussing this all on a drive back from Salt Lake earlier this afternoon I came up with a cleaver concept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;If all men are jerks then I have only 2 options in life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't get married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Marry a jerk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I don't like either option much. It is true that not all men are jerks all the time. Some are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; nice guys who just screw up from time to time. They are confused and don't understand girls so I suppose we can't blame them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;completely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. Half the time they don't know they are being jerks. That's because every girl is different. Something that would be fine with one girl might tick another girl off. This makes things very complicated for both parties. Here are a few tips for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tips for the ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Every girl has a different definition of what defines a guy as a jerk. There are some qualities we have a hard time dealing with and others that might annoy us but that we can live with. As girls we need to figure out what we can handle and what we can't. So if you here a girl say "that guys a jerk don't date him".....shes probably right. He probably did something to her that made him deserve the title. The most important thing to watch for though is how he treats his sisters and his mother. Every guy is a jerk to at least one girl. It's part of life. We all make mistakes. So I say we should give some of those guys who are really trying to be good guys a slack. and please ladies, if the guy was a jerk tell him. The problem wont go away if he doesn't know there is a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Tips for the gentlemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Never assume anything. If a girl seems upset about something and she says shes fine..shes probably not fine (although it depends on the girl) It is very possible that you said or did something to upset her. Shes not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gona&lt;/span&gt; fess up to it though. So how do you know if shes mad at you if she doesn't say anything? you don't. You just hope that she is vocal enough to tell you were a jerk. Your only role is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't think you did anything wrong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; anyways because you will probably never understand and if you don't say you are sorry she will hold it against you forever. Once you know that she thinks you are jerk, work on not being a jerk. It will be good for both of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;* We are not responsible for any damage done by blow dryers being thrown at your head, any tears shed, or name calling. results may vary from individual to individual. Take luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-8015554217358305324?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8015554217358305324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-perfect-jerk-that-works-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/8015554217358305324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/8015554217358305324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/finding-perfect-jerk-that-works-for-you.html' title='Finding the Perfect Jerk That Works For You'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-5874420298936084517</id><published>2010-02-04T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:03:58.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh baby oh Baby!</title><content type='html'>Katie to Laura: He wants to make your babies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; I cannot disclose the name of said boy..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;So I&lt;/span&gt; guess this one will just be for the enjoyment of those who already know :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-5874420298936084517?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5874420298936084517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-baby-oh-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5874420298936084517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5874420298936084517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-baby-oh-baby.html' title='Oh baby oh Baby!'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-5374312424597549259</id><published>2010-01-30T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:31:08.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Men</title><content type='html'>Lisa: mmmm... He's so yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura: ugh did you just say he's yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa: Yes I did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-5374312424597549259?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5374312424597549259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-mm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5374312424597549259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5374312424597549259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/yummy-mm.html' title='Yummy Men'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-3823142321569274059</id><published>2010-01-30T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:28:32.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMAN!</title><content type='html'>Boy to Laura: Come here WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-3823142321569274059?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3823142321569274059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3823142321569274059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3823142321569274059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/woman.html' title='WOMAN!'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-3788103678143715315</id><published>2010-01-30T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T09:31:44.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That depends....</title><content type='html'>Katie has been hanging out with Laura too much lately, as evidenced by something Katie said last night. It was rather late at night so we can't completely blame her for any strange things she said;)  Here is the following conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Does anyone want a blanket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: No Aaron you are supposed to say I'm going to go get my blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: "OH... right" (clears voice) "I'm going to go get my blanket" (said in deep voice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Goes and gets his blanket and sits back down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Now what am I supposed to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie: That depends on what you want to happen with the blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron looking very shocked and confused as to what to do throws the blanket onto Katie and Christine.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed for about 10 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-3788103678143715315?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3788103678143715315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/katie-has-been-hanging-out-with-laura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3788103678143715315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3788103678143715315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/katie-has-been-hanging-out-with-laura.html' title='That depends....'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-6319877371740642226</id><published>2010-01-28T11:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T11:49:16.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Are Like Fungus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Laura and Katie's analogy of how boys are like fungus. We've all experience a situation like this one.... admit it. It sucks to like the fungus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"He's like a fungus. At first I didn't like him. He was just an annoying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nuisance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; in my life. Then he started growing on me. and it sucked. I didn't want him in my life, but he was just there.  Then the fungus started going away and I started missing the fungus. Now I want to the fungus and hate that I want the fungus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-6319877371740642226?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6319877371740642226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-are-like-fungus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/6319877371740642226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/6319877371740642226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/boys-are-like-fungus.html' title='Boys Are Like Fungus'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-3580303120869706864</id><published>2010-01-23T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:42:48.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my rooommate is a vampire</title><content type='html'>Michelle: Sometimes I just have the urge to bite guys arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-3580303120869706864?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3580303120869706864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-rooommate-is-vampire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3580303120869706864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/3580303120869706864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-rooommate-is-vampire.html' title='my rooommate is a vampire'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-1693717475406523192</id><published>2010-01-19T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T19:16:41.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are like cell phones..they like being held</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lisa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I hugged him. And he was so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;solid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;; I just wanted to cuddle with him. but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;. He was off limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Favorite Quote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Reminisced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;About a year ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A boy gave Katie a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;5 minutes after the incident...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Laura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; His &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bicep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; was as big  as your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-1693717475406523192?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1693717475406523192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-are-like-cell-phonesthey-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/1693717475406523192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/1693717475406523192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-are-like-cell-phonesthey-like.html' title='Girls are like cell phones..they like being held'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-5876581555714408194</id><published>2010-01-18T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:12:10.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're my Inspiration</title><content type='html'>L: "How do you do it Katie?" K: "I don't know, I just wake up in the morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the quote that inspired this blog. Thank you Katie for waking up in the morning and just being you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-5876581555714408194?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5876581555714408194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-my-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5876581555714408194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/5876581555714408194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-my-inspiration.html' title='You&apos;re my Inspiration'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-7588511083674377975</id><published>2010-01-16T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T11:58:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.A.S.H.</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite quotes from Miss Petersen goes thus: "I'm just gona have to kiss them all to find out who the best kisser is." Yes it's true. She really did say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-7588511083674377975?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7588511083674377975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/7588511083674377975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/7588511083674377975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/mash.html' title='M.A.S.H.'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4768728273026722576.post-4696335756651254683</id><published>2010-01-15T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T11:53:56.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Tres Amigas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Who we are:&lt;/span&gt; Three girls on the search for &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;happily ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(if i t exists)&lt;br /&gt;aka las tres amigas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Where are we:&lt;/span&gt; Happy Valley, UT&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;When:&lt;/span&gt; It's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in case any of you have lost track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Why:&lt;/span&gt; We say alot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; things and some what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; things. We couldn't think of a better way to record them then blogging about them for everyone else's enjoyment :)- &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This is our quote blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4768728273026722576-4696335756651254683?l=sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4696335756651254683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/las-tres-amigas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4696335756651254683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4768728273026722576/posts/default/4696335756651254683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sisterhoodmoments.blogspot.com/2010/01/las-tres-amigas.html' title='Las Tres Amigas!'/><author><name>the three amigas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13975383937015798654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
