<?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-6702331241490947567</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:00:35.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-7571887474921032228</id><published>2011-09-04T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T20:48:14.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For fun</title><content type='html'>So for labor day weekend the family decided to go to St. George.  It's super hot down here, but it's definitely been a good time.  We've done a lot of swimming!  Today we went to church and then walked around the St. George temple.  What a beautiful building.  Afterwards we went on a little walk up snow canyon.  The hike was good, but my favorite part was running up and jumping on the rocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been a while since I've written.  Updates on my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't know, i just got back from my mission about a month ago.  The adjustment has been a little strange, but i think i've done okay at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started school again.  I have some good classes: molecular bio, physics, psychology, living prophets, and preview to dentistry.  I have a bit of catching up to do since i haven't thought about science for two years.  Yeah, i forgot almost everything about biology.  I'm sure it will be a great semester once i get all caught up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was called as a temple patron.  It's kind of an interesting calling.  It just means that i'm supposed to go to the temple a lot.  Good thing the temple is just down the street from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it for now.  I'll try to update later on in the semester sometime.  If i'm not too busy with homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-7571887474921032228?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/7571887474921032228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=7571887474921032228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/7571887474921032228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/7571887474921032228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2011/09/for-fun.html' title='For fun'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-6670834121534526258</id><published>2009-07-07T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:13:22.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silly bishop</title><content type='html'>So i had an interview with the bishop tonight.  I had no idea what it was for.  The only two things i could think of were that 1. he just hadn't talked to me for a long time and wanted to see what i was up to or that 2. he wanted to give me a calling.  I thought it would be pretty funny if he wanted to give me a calling since i am leaving in 3 weeks.  So i went in and he just started asking me what i was doing, so i told him that i was going to Oklahoma in 3 weeks.  He was like oh really?  Did i know that? I told him that i have had my call for about a month and he was like wow, someone must have told me and i must have just spaced it.  It was kind of funny.  He proceeded to tell me that he was going to give me a calling to be on the missionary committee.  It was a pretty funny meeting.  After the meeting i walked out and some people from the ward were in the lobby for tuesday night missionary visits.  They asked if i was joining them, so i said sure why not!  My companion and i went to one house, but no one was home.  We didn't have a phone number for the guy in charge, so we didn't know what else to do besides just go home.  I bought a ticket from my friend to go see the midnight showing of Harry Potter.  He rented out an entire theater at thanksgiving point.  He said it cost him about $800.  Yesterday our ward had a pool party.  There were about a million people in the pool, so i didn't get in.  It wasn't a complete waste though.  One funny thing happened:  our bishop came riding up on his bike, towel in hand, wearing his swimming suit and everything, and he was planning on just riding up next to the pool, but his brakes didn't work very well on the slippery edge and he ended up accidently riding his bike right into the pool.  It was really funny.  Especially since it was the bishop.  So i guess my last post wasn't the last time before my mission, but each time i post the chances of it being the last one get better.  I was cleaning out my closet today, and i found all my old journals.  I started reading through them, and they are pretty funny.  I used to watch this saturday morning cartoon called the weekenders, and they used to always say 'later days' at the end of each episode, so at the end of one of my entries i wrote later days!  Then in the next entry i went back and explained where it came from and stuff.  Then i had two journal entries in a row that started by saying, "not much happened this week, but..." Those made me laugh pretty good.  I read one from EFY and i talked about a girl i liked and i thought she would just be a cow (Crush Of the Week), but i ended up liking her for longer than just one week.   I'm getting pretty excited for my mission now.  The thought of it keeps getting weirder and weirder though.  3 weeks from tomorrow i am gone.  I feel like i use this blog as more of a public journal than a blog.  Maybe that's what a blog is.  I don't know.  I should do better at keeping a personal journal instead of a public one haha.  I will try to write again after some more exciting things happen.  Bye-bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-6670834121534526258?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/6670834121534526258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=6670834121534526258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6670834121534526258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6670834121534526258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/07/silly-bishop.html' title='silly bishop'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-1623284781890630049</id><published>2009-07-05T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:57:17.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blog</title><content type='html'>Well this may very possibly be the last time i blog before i leave.  Three weeks from today i will give my farewell speech.  I got the topic today, so i've started thinking about that a little bit.  I have always hated preparing talks.  I am really bad at it.  I usually don't think about it until the saturday before and then i work on it that entire day and finish it that night.  I don't know why it takes me so long.  Maybe, hopefully, this time will be better.  I am going to try and prepare my talk earlier this time so that i can review it more.  Hopefully that will help.  My only sister is getting married this saturday.  That will be pretty weird.  So one of my 3 remaining saturdays will be dedicated to that.  I realized today that one of the hardest parts of the mission will be that i don't really have a day off to look forward to.  I mean there is preperation day, but that isn't really a day off at all.  I am excited to go though.  For a while i was getting kind of scared to go, but now i'm feeling a lot better about it.  I will be quitting my job pretty soon.  Probably in about 2 weeks.  I have been trying to have a lot of fun with my friends and family this last little bit before i go.  It is so crazy to me that i have less than a month left here.  Well i probably have a lot more thoughts to share, but i have been distracted by my family so i will be done blogging for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-1623284781890630049?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/1623284781890630049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=1623284781890630049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1623284781890630049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1623284781890630049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-blog.html' title='Dear Blog'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-3605308972385961730</id><published>2009-05-15T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T11:27:02.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well i haven't posted anything on here for quite some time, so i decided i better write a little.  Life has been fairly interesting lately.  I moved home from college.  That was a big change.  I was used to doing whatever i wanted whenever i felt like it (within reason, and still getting all the important stuff done) and i could stay out as late as i wanted etc.  But then i move home and my first saturday back i am told to be home by 11:30.  My curfew was midnight my senior year.  I didn't want to cause any problems, so i came back at 11:40... When i first got back i would get in a lot of little arguments with my mom.  It was weird because we had always gotten along so well before.  So lately i have been being really careful to be extra nice and not argue.  It has been working pretty well.  We haven't argued much at all lately!  I have some exciting news!!  I received my mission call last week.  I will be serving in the Oklahoma City, Oklahoma Mission!!  I report to the MTC on July 29!  Ever since i got back from school i have been looking for a summer job, but since i am leaving so soon it has been a difficult search.  I interviewed for one today, and the lady said she was probably going to hire me!  That will give me like 30 hours a week and then i'm going to apply for another part time job and try to get around 10 more hours there.  Hopefully all will go well with that. I have to go get a drug test later today.  That should go fine since i haven't had any drugs or poppy seeds (i heard they will make you fail a drug test.  I don't know that i believe it, but i'm not going to take the risk) lately... or ever for the illegal drugs.  I played basketball with some people in my ward yesterday.  It was pretty fun, but i got elbowed in the eye and it is swollen and red now.  I think it would be funny if i got a black eye.  I went through the temple on tuesday.  That was definitely a neat experience.  Afterwards we went out to eat at Zuppas.  I think that it's more of a girl restaurant.  The sandwiches were pretty small, and i got a salad with it, but the salad wasn't very good.  I mean it was ok, but if i were choosing i definitely would not choose to go there.  Besides all of that, i have just been keeping myself busy playing piano and guitar, diong my rubiks cube (my latest record is 2 min and 30 sec), working in the yard, taking care of mission stuff (such as the two shots i got yesterday), applying for lots of jobs, and a lot of other random things that keep coming up.  Hopefully i will blog a few more times before i head out to OOOOk-lahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-3605308972385961730?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/3605308972385961730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=3605308972385961730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/3605308972385961730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/3605308972385961730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-8537293228083854975</id><published>2009-04-17T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T13:49:41.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqGSFF1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/lbNItp0G0ZE/s1600-h/IMGP0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325763953018917890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqGSFF1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/lbNItp0G0ZE/s320/IMGP0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqGH_-PoI/AAAAAAAAADU/F1Fk2__8wlA/s1600-h/IMGP0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325763950313094786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqGH_-PoI/AAAAAAAAADU/F1Fk2__8wlA/s320/IMGP0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqFxh17aI/AAAAAAAAADM/UHvsgX5grUM/s1600-h/IMGP0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325763944281140642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqFxh17aI/AAAAAAAAADM/UHvsgX5grUM/s320/IMGP0002.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/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqFl9TrTI/AAAAAAAAADE/r4sF_0pYxUQ/s1600-h/IMGP0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325763941175110962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqFl9TrTI/AAAAAAAAADE/r4sF_0pYxUQ/s320/IMGP0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the epitome of my thursday and friday before finals: Snacks, Chemistry spread across half the table, music, yada, yada. All day!  For two days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6702331241490947567-8537293228083854975?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/8537293228083854975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=8537293228083854975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/8537293228083854975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/8537293228083854975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-epitome-of-my-thursday-and.html' title='Finals week'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SejqGSFF1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/lbNItp0G0ZE/s72-c/IMGP0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-2017142418447909110</id><published>2009-04-15T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:43:35.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nasty Chicken Heart!!!</title><content type='html'>I went to Tucano's Brazilian Grill with some friends today. I should have been studying for my chemistry final but since the school year is almost over, and i probably won't see any of these people ever again, i decided i would go with them for one last lunch. None of us made reservations and we had a group of 13, so we had to wait for an hour to get in. I was a little worried because i had to be home for my final bishop interview before submitting my mission papers, but it worked out. I decided not to waste my appetite eating stuff from the salad bar, so i only gob a few pieces of lettuce at first. Everyone else got rolls and potatoes and stuff, but i just waited for the meat! Everyone except me started getting really full, so i decided i better eat some potatoes to fill me up so i could make it back for my apointment. Next time i will have to make sure i have more time so that i can only eat the meat and pineapple. Katie got her meal for free because she is on the birhtday list, and her birthday is this month. The workers played the bongo drums adn sang her happy birthday in portugese. They made her stand up on the chair and told her to dance while they sang. It was pretty funny! She was too full to eat her ice cream, so i got to eat it. MMM! Right before we we left the servers came around with chicken heart. Vanessa said i had to try it. I really didn't want to eat it, but everyone at my table was watching and said i had to, so i did. At first it wasn't too bad. It just tasted like meat, but then i think i got a blood clot or something and it was disgusting!! That nasty blood taste kept coming back. Katie took a very attractive picture of me eating it. A few minutes later i picked something out of my teeth, and i think it was the blood clot! It was so disgusting! The only positive thing is that for today i have two hearts! Anyway, I came straight home after Tucanos and made it just in time for my appointment. It went really well! When the bishop looked at my medical papers he thought my blood pressure was 170/140 which is really high and he was all worried about it and called his wife to see if she would take it again and stuff, but then he showed me and i told him that he was reading it wrong and it was only 140/70 (which is still a little high, but not bad. Mom took it today and said it is really more like 110/60). The bishop is sending my papers to the stake president this week, and i will hopefully be able to meet with him next week and get my papers submitted!! I am so excited! Well it snowed today, and i'm not very happy about it. I am going to have to do something fun tonight so that the snow doesn't make me sad. Tomorrow is going to be dedicated to studying for chemistry... hopefully... if i can concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding Chicken Heart....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SeaWWeMSmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/q2Z0tlNUu98/s1600-h/tucanos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325108922218093346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SeaWWeMSmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/q2Z0tlNUu98/s320/tucanos.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating Chicken Heart&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SeaXfwsRGHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uFUHtmhS4KA/s1600-h/tucanos2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325110181314500722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SeaXfwsRGHI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uFUHtmhS4KA/s320/tucanos2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-2017142418447909110?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/2017142418447909110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=2017142418447909110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/2017142418447909110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/2017142418447909110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/04/nasty-chicken-heart.html' title='Nasty Chicken Heart!!!'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SeaWWeMSmyI/AAAAAAAAACs/q2Z0tlNUu98/s72-c/tucanos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-6660899390600373242</id><published>2009-03-29T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:42:47.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Colors</title><content type='html'>Hurray!! I finally did something amazing enough to b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAW8VcS0EI/AAAAAAAAACM/7jDd8YxtiAg/s1600-h/before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318776385728335938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAW8VcS0EI/AAAAAAAAACM/7jDd8YxtiAg/s320/before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;log about!!! I went to the festival of colors at the Krishna temple in Spanish Fork with my good friends Katie and Vanessa! It was so much fun! The paint powder stuff was all sold out when we got there, but some nice people let us buy half of theirs. Everyone is supposed to start throwing their paint when the bonfire is lit. So when we saw the fire everyone started throwing stuff, but apparently it was accidently lit too early and the guy in charge (who had an accent like julian &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAW8wNHUwI/AAAAAAAAACU/pa1smH8aGUU/s1600-h/colors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318776392912425730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAW8wNHUwI/AAAAAAAAACU/pa1smH8aGUU/s320/colors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from Madagascar) started yelling stop stop don't throw your colors yet. So we waited for the band to set up and then had a count down and everyone threw powder everywhere! I couldn't see or breathe for a few minutes which was scary and funny and exciting. Then i got powder all over Vanessa's car on the way home. I still feel really bad for that.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAY_DPc0VI/AAAAAAAAACc/5oad_-mhexE/s1600-h/Julian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318778631405490514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAY_DPc0VI/AAAAAAAAACc/5oad_-mhexE/s320/Julian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a picture of King Julian from Madagascar!&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/6702331241490947567-6660899390600373242?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/6660899390600373242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=6660899390600373242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6660899390600373242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6660899390600373242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/hurray-i-finally-did-something-amazing.html' title='Festival of Colors'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SdAW8VcS0EI/AAAAAAAAACM/7jDd8YxtiAg/s72-c/before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-1052458996560052104</id><published>2009-03-25T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:01:36.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Randomness Batman!</title><content type='html'>So i've been wanting to write for a while, but nothing interesting has been happening. Well today some stuff happened, and i guess they will have to do. It all started when i was walking out of chemistry... I was right in the middle of campus about to go into my next class when i saw two llamas on leashes. One of them was brown and was wearing a tuxedo, and the other was white and wearing a cloth over it's back and had red tassles hanging from its head. I thought it was pretty strange, so i took a picture with my phone. Then after my next class i was on my way home, but i saw some free hot dogs and of course i couldn't pass them up. Then i saw some people that had gotten free waffles for doing service. What a crazy day on campus. The free hot dog made me decided that i wanted to go to the cafeteria, so i went there with some friends. I basically ate four entire meals there, and i was so stuffed i could barely walk. So in my music class, there is this couple that always sits in front of us and at the beginning of the semester the girl would always scratch the guys back and play with his hair and stuff, but then they must have got in a fight because he would ignore her and she didn't touch him as much and stuff, but then today she started scratching his back and everything again. He might still be mad at her though because he didn't pay much attention to her. He was just playing computer games. They make me laugh a lot. In chemistry today, my teacher was talking about oxidation numbers (he's kind of a really big nerd, like he can do all these crazy calculation in his head and stuff), and he accidently said how low can they go. The whole class burst into laughter. Some kids in my ward that are also in the chemistry class have a facebook group dedicated to his quotes, and they said that i should post that one on there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-1052458996560052104?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/1052458996560052104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=1052458996560052104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1052458996560052104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1052458996560052104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-randomness-batman.html' title='Holy Randomness Batman!'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-1155478213479447111</id><published>2009-03-20T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:01:09.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People Watching</title><content type='html'>So i was sitting outside today watching people walk past, and i decided that it's a very enjoyable activity. I don't know what the sun does to people, but for some reason people were wearing very strange outfits today. I'm not positive, but i am assuming that it's due to the warm weather. For example, I saw a girl wearing a shirt that had a large opening in the front. I mean you could fit a basketball in it. This opening went from her belly-button to the neckline of her shirt. She had a shirt under it, but she still looked very odd. Another girl I saw had her shirt tucked in, and she was wearing capris that went above her belly-button, and they had like 10 buttons all the way down. It was not very attractive. I saw one guy who, according to Katie Hutchings, was wearing a "mexican warrior" outfit. One more weird thing i saw was a girl wearing shoes that looked like flip-flops, but they had a strap up the back that went like 4 inches up her akiles tendon. I think you get the point: This sunny weather is giving people a very strange sense of fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-1155478213479447111?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/1155478213479447111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=1155478213479447111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1155478213479447111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1155478213479447111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/people-watching.html' title='People Watching'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-6668625196871163878</id><published>2009-03-19T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:05:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/ScKWoGOLepI/AAAAAAAAACE/xepfaqsNueI/s1600-h/The+Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314976125859625618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/ScKWoGOLepI/AAAAAAAAACE/xepfaqsNueI/s200/The+Y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from when we hiked the Y one night. It was a nice night. We had a lot of fun. It's about time for me to go on another adventure like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-6668625196871163878?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/6668625196871163878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=6668625196871163878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6668625196871163878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/6668625196871163878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-from-when-we-hiked-y-one-night.html' title='Hike'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/ScKWoGOLepI/AAAAAAAAACE/xepfaqsNueI/s72-c/The+Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-3108053454223090813</id><published>2009-03-05T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:21:54.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>The weather is so strange.  It was so warm this week and now suddenly it is snowing, but the weirdest thing is that it is still warm outside.  I was standing outside under the roof of my building in a T-shirt, and I felt perfectly warm, yet only steps away from me it was a snow storm.  The grass has completely dissapeared once again.  I was so ready for summer, but i guess i will have to wait a couple more weeks or months.  Who knows how long?  That's ok, maybe it will snow enough for a snowday!  That's doubtful since i have only had one snowday ever.  Even enough snow to build a snowman would make me feel better about it.  Instead of trying to endure the sonw, I am going to try and enjoy it.  It is very beautiful.  I hope i get to go snowboarding tomorrow.  That would be so much fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-3108053454223090813?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/3108053454223090813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=3108053454223090813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/3108053454223090813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/3108053454223090813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-5571083120480449141</id><published>2009-03-02T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:56:30.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowsers</title><content type='html'>So i just looked at my last post, and it looks pretty intimidating.  If i went to someone else's blog and saw that i most likely wouldn't read it.  So if you want to know what it says just ask me.  Give me a call, come visit, or whatever.  We can have a nice talk all about the important things in life.  Those are so much fun!  I would love mostly to hear all about your life, and secondly tell you about mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-5571083120480449141?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/5571083120480449141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=5571083120480449141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/5571083120480449141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/5571083120480449141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/wowsers.html' title='Wowsers'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-1486049982001773422</id><published>2009-03-02T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:52:43.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time...</title><content type='html'>I don't think i have written on here since the very first day I made the blog, but a lot of my friends in college have been blogging lately and it inspired to write.  I already know that I am not going to be even remotely consistent in my blogging, but it's about time i wrote again.  I am in my second semester of college now.  I think it is going a little better than my first.  I still don't have the whole college scene all figured out, but i'm getting closer.  I've had this strange feeling lately that i have a lot of homework to get done, but then i don't spend a lot of time doing it, and somehow the day is gone.  When i try to remember the previous day, the time i spent in class is about the only time i can account for.  It may be time for me to start keeping a daily journal.  I have kept a journal before, but I rarely go back and read what I wrote, so it seems somewhat pointless.  I know that sometime in the very distant future my kids or grandkids might feel like reading it, but i've never read any of my parents or grandparents journals, so i don't know what would be interesting to write and what would just be boring.  I really don't know what the point of this blog is actually.  I guess i am just writing down the feelings that come to me as a go.  They say if you just keep writing something will come right?  Maybe it will work for me....  I have been working on my mission papers lately, and i am almost done with all of the online stuff.  Now i get to start the dental and doctor appointments and stuff.  It is so crazy to me how soon i will be leaving.  I am so excited.  I have wanted to go on a mission for as long as i can remember, and now the time is finally almost here.  We learned in mission prep that you should be more excited to go through the temple than you should to go on a mission, so i beleive that, but it just seems like people always focus on the mission.  Either way, I'm very excited for both!  I realized that I need to be better at making sure to do exciting things.  My friend Katie made a list of things to do in the month of March, and i am going to do some of them with her.  Hopefully it makes this month a little more exciting than the past few.  One thing i have surprisingly failed to mention thus far is that Brian and his family are in town this week.  He is on spring break.  How crazy is that?  Dental School has spring break and BYU doesn't!  Who would have guessed.  At least we get a week longer summer right?  I have only been able to go home and see my cute little neices and nephew once so far, but i am going again in two days, and hopefully at least one other time before they leave.  They are so adorable!  It was nice to visit with Brian and Summer too.  I hope that my siblings all live close when we are older.  Well i am at the central building right now, and it closes in a bit.  I have probably rambled on long enough anyway.  I'm going to make a prediction about the future that i get one or possibly two more posts in before i go on my mission.  But who know?  I could prove myself wrong.  I could get zero.  haha.  Actually, i hope that if i prove myself wrong that it is in favor of more posts.  If any of my friends or family who have posted recently read this, then i would like to thank you for being a good example to me and getting me to write down my thoughts.  Although i try to talk about my thoughts and feelings every once in a while, it isn't very often that i actually take the time to write them out.  I am still fairly inexperienced at it, so that is why they are always so boring.  I will try to sound more excited next time i write.  I was going to end the cool way that all the epistles in the Book of Mormon do (when they say behold i am kyle or whatever at the end), but i didn't know exactly what they say, and i couldn't find it, so it wouldn't be as cool.  Maybe next time though.  Hopefully that isn't too far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-1486049982001773422?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/1486049982001773422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=1486049982001773422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1486049982001773422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/1486049982001773422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-time.html' title='About Time...'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6702331241490947567.post-7607346278972440789</id><published>2008-11-15T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:28:47.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive Saturday!</title><content type='html'>I went home to American Fork today.  It was nice to visit with the family.  I got to go watch Bradan play in a futsol game, I fixed a few little things on my car, I wrote most of my paper that is due on tuesday, I did all of my laundry, and i got to see Mom, Dad, Brandan, Kristan, Uncle Dave G., and Kaitlin!!  I also went to Clayton Fraughton's wedding reception.  He is a friend from my home ward, who is one year older than me.  It was weird to see that he is getting married.  It was a very nice Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6702331241490947567-7607346278972440789?l=kylgla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/feeds/7607346278972440789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6702331241490947567&amp;postID=7607346278972440789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/7607346278972440789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6702331241490947567/posts/default/7607346278972440789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kylgla.blogspot.com/2008/11/productive-saturday.html' title='Productive Saturday!'/><author><name>Kyle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17198744080170501574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YzjO10ME86Y/SR-6L865e7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/T3gsjmyoH30/S220/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
