<?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-772573584628426264</id><updated>2011-05-14T20:26:46.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckinlay's</title><subtitle type='html'>Chris Jodi 
Kodi Jacey Max</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772573584628426264.post-8176810143714372206</id><published>2008-12-30T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T03:18:10.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Bold the ones that you have done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;9. Held a Praying Mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;17. Been to the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;20. Slept on an train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;25. Held a lamb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping &lt;/strong&gt;(nobody tell my parents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;32. Been on a cruise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;55. Been in a movie (Home videos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies &lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; bought girl scout cookies)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a class="GVAdLink" id="GVLINK_1_0_0" href="http://mattandtay.blogspot.com/#"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;72. Tied a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;75. Been fired from a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="GVAdLink" id="GVLINK_2_0_1" href="http://mattandtay.blogspot.com/#"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;91. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;100. Visited Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Man I live a boring life, I really need to get out more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tagging&lt;/span&gt;: anyone who wants to do this, it was kind of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-8176810143714372206?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/8176810143714372206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=8176810143714372206' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8176810143714372206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8176810143714372206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/12/bold-ones-that-you-have-done-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772573584628426264.post-4616959818419186295</id><published>2008-12-28T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:45:54.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough and tough "little Max"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Max turned one on the fifth, I cant believe how fast this year has gone. He was born a little over a month early, and life has just been a whirlwind ever since. We all love him so much. He has fit in with our little family so well, its hard to remember how things were before he was around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets into things more than I ever remember the girls getting into. Just over these last few days he has started walking more and more. His big sister's have so much fun with them, and he loves them so much. If him and I go down stairs during the day for anything, he crawls back and forth between their rooms looking for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today before I came to work he threw himself down the stairs (scared me to death). Hell-o I am a nurse, I think. I swear when it is your own kids all complete rationale goes out the window. Instead of assessing him for any type of injury, I just picked him right up and held him tight. When he finally settled down, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; down, and the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;settled&lt;/span&gt; down (they were crying too). I then looked him over to find two small goose eggs, and one rather large goose egg all on his head. Along with a couple of lacerations, that probably could have used a staple or two (but I think he will be just fine). I hope he makes it to age two :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Christmas. Everyone got what they pretty much wanted. Except,Jacey did ask Santa for some "ril dimond 's", I pretty sure big dimond earing's that she got arnt the real thing. But heck what she doesnt know won't hurt her. Kodi got what she wanted as well. What other nine year old ask's for chapter books for Christmas. Jacey also got and eletric scooter and Kodi got a bike and a camera. Max got a little&lt;/span&gt; care that we can push him around in, and he loves it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-4616959818419186295?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/4616959818419186295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=4616959818419186295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/4616959818419186295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/4616959818419186295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/12/rough-and-tough-little-max.html' title='Rough and tough &quot;little Max&quot;!'/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772573584628426264.post-4870924367831096502</id><published>2008-11-17T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:10:15.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thanks a lot Linda for the tag! Even though it took me a while to finally finish, it was kind of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ABOUT MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;1.What is his name? Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaymes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mckinlay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Who eats more? Depends what where eating.&lt;br /&gt;3.Who said I love you first? He did&lt;br /&gt;4.Who's taller? He is&lt;br /&gt;5.Who is smarter? Depends on what the subject is!&lt;br /&gt;6.Who is more sensitive? Me- he thinks I am dramatic, too (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; admit that I am)!&lt;br /&gt;7.Who does the laundry? I do it 95% of the time. I really don't like him to help with the laundry he doesn't iron, and he folds things retarded.&lt;br /&gt;8.Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Chris does!&lt;br /&gt;9.Who does the bills? I do!&lt;br /&gt;10.Who cooks more? I do. But, if there is not leftovers on the nights that I work Chris is excellent at roman noodles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt; pizza, and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;11.What meals do you cook together? We usually cook together when were camping, Chris things he is the professions on the grill.&lt;br /&gt;12.Who is more stubborn? Since I'm the one answering this question I would have to say he is. If you were asking him he would say I was.&lt;br /&gt;13.Who is the first to admit they're wrong? We both can admit we are wrong. But, I'm usually the first one to say sorry.&lt;br /&gt;14.Who has more siblings? Chris does&lt;br /&gt;15.Who wears the pants in the relationship? Toss up? Probably me though.&lt;br /&gt;16.What do you like to do together? Pretty much anything, that we can do as a family.&lt;br /&gt;17.Who eats more sweets? I think that I probably do.&lt;br /&gt;18.Guilty pleasures? Those stupid energy drinks. Ya know the heart attacks in a can.&lt;br /&gt;19.How did you meet? I was friends with his sisters since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt;. The earliest memory I have of him was when I was at their house for a sleepover, and he was pushing us down the stairs in our sleeping bags. We were probably in fourth or fifth grade.&lt;br /&gt;20.Who asked who out first? Not really sure. We both kind of did I guess ?? (long time ago) We had a lot of the same friends so we both just kind of kept showing up at the same places.&lt;br /&gt;21.Who kissed who first? He did!&lt;br /&gt;22.Who proposed? He did. On Christmas day, 1998&lt;br /&gt;23.His best features? His smile, his eye, his dedications to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 interesting things about yourself!&lt;br /&gt;(gosh this is hard)&lt;br /&gt;1. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; shopping! Some of you might think that I am crazy but, I love to go to the early morning sales the day after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;. Last year I even got Chris to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fetish&lt;/span&gt;. I love to open the canister and see how much I collected (kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grouse&lt;/span&gt; I know), I even have my girls doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;3. I iron just about everything when I do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;4. I work two different jobs right now. At the hospital, and for a home health company out of Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have double first cousins. My mom and her sister married brothers. I used to think it was really cool growing up. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know anyone else that had double cousins.&lt;br /&gt;6. I grew up in the same house that I'm living in now. I few years ago we sold our house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Centerfield&lt;/span&gt;. The people that said that they would sale us their house changed their minds. So one night my Mom said that we could by their house. We took her up on her offer, to her surprise. We love it in Aurora now. I feel so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that my kids get to grow up next door to their Grandma and Grandpa great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by 5's....&lt;br /&gt;5 things I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;1. Senior in high school&lt;br /&gt;2. Planning on getting married&lt;br /&gt;3. Working at the dentist office&lt;br /&gt;4. Hanging out with friends&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying to decide what I was going to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things on today's to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;1. Well I'm at work right now and it about 0315 A.M. So I'm hoping and praying that Max will take a good nap sometime today so that I can at least get an hour or two of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;3. Set up my Grandma and Grandpa's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for the week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do homework with the kids, help them complete their chores, home health paperwork, pay a couple of bills, clean the house all before 4:30&lt;br /&gt;5. Be back to work again by 5:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 treats I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;2. Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. Popcorn (Chris can't believe that I will still eat it. When I was pregnant with Max I vomited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I ate it. After I would vomit I would tell him I was never going to be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;eat&lt;/span&gt; popcorn again. A few days would pass and I would eat it again.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;5. Diet coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I would do if I was a millionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Build a new house&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off my journey&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a new boat&lt;br /&gt;4. Go on lots and lots of vacations&lt;br /&gt;5. Work once a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Aurora&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Salina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Centerfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Salina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Aurora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 places I have worked:&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive inn&lt;br /&gt;2. Burger king. I worked their in High School. Chris used to call me his "Burger Queen"!&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Richfield&lt;/span&gt; Care and Rehabilitation Center (longest 6 months of my life).&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gunnison&lt;/span&gt; Valley Hospital&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Accredo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Therapeutics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Quirks:&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to fold the clothes when I do laundry. If Chris or the girls help me I secretly unfold what they have folded and redo it. Silly I know, I just can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I usually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like it when someone else does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Jacey's&lt;/span&gt; hair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; it starting to do her hair herself, I might need to get on some type of anti-anxiety medication before to long.&lt;br /&gt;3. I always feel better when I have a clean house. But, I enjoy it when it's clean "my way". When Chris or the girl's wipe off the counter, I always do it again behind them. I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;vacuum&lt;/span&gt; lines a certain way in the carpet. Ya know the usual stuff.&lt;br /&gt;4. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like to eat any type of meat that is on a bone.&lt;br /&gt;5. At work, or when I'm paying bills I can't hardly function if I don't have certain kind of pen. Its not really the pen its the gel ink that I like.&lt;br /&gt;6. When I was still in school, I got really obsessed about note taking. I would write down notes during class. I would re-write the notes again after class, and then I would write them again sometime during the week before I had that class again. If I was to have an error on the page, I would start over again on that page. The positive things was that I pretty much would have my notes memorized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tagging - Janell, Mayra, Shayla, Nona, Kelly, Cheryl, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Maghan&lt;/span&gt;, and any other hospital girls I forgot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-4870924367831096502?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/4870924367831096502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=4870924367831096502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/4870924367831096502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/4870924367831096502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/11/about-my-husband-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772573584628426264.post-8955317676768955537</id><published>2008-11-10T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:12:47.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodi Can See Again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; Jo lost her glasses a couple of months ago. We had looked high and low for those dang glasses. I called the school, and even went over to look at the ones they had in the lost and found. It seemed liked we had looked everywhere, and asked everyone we could think to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beg&lt;/span&gt; me every night not to tell her Dad that she had lost them. Well Chris realized that they were missing a few weeks ago, and was not very happy with her at all (they were not cheap). He had told her that all she would be getting for Christmas was a new pair of glasses. Well needless to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; has been very upset about her glasses (or not having a Christmas). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I had to pick the kids up on Saturday at Chris' Mom and Dads after work. When I walked in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; Jumped up out of the corner and yelled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. She had the biggest smile, but that was not all that was on her face. She had found her glasses!! I guess she had left them at her Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mckinlay's&lt;/span&gt;. Jane had put them behind something on the counter and completely forgot about them being there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On the way back home she wouldn't quite talking about how happy she was to have found her glasses. Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; said "Now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; are you going to start taking better care of them? Because I don't want to have to look for them again!" Needless to say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kodi's&lt;/span&gt; smile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; and the fighting between the girls started up for the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kodi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; now!! When I got home from work on Sunday the girls had each wrote letters to Santa. Gee thanks Mom for bringing up that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Penny Christmas wish book !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-8955317676768955537?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/8955317676768955537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=8955317676768955537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8955317676768955537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8955317676768955537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/11/kodi-jo-lost-her-glasses-couple-of.html' title='Kodi Can See Again!!'/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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-772573584628426264.post-1083655632357866713</id><published>2008-10-27T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T00:13:20.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well it has been a few weeks since I created my blog, and its not going so well. I swear I barely get the things done that I need to do. Forget doing anything that I want to do. I worked yesterday, I'm working tonight, and I work again tomorrow night. Its my week car pool to gymnastics. Not to mention laundry, clean house, help the girls with their homework, dance lessons, piano lessons, and I really need to try and mow the lawn sometime before it snows. The girls both have their Halloween parties this week, and somehow I got on the committee for both classes. And to top it off Chris is gone again all this week, and poor little Max has been sick!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Last night before Chris left for work we carved pumpkins with the kids, they had so much fun. Hopefully I will be able to post some pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-1083655632357866713?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/1083655632357866713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=1083655632357866713' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/1083655632357866713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/1083655632357866713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-it-has-been-few-weeks-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-772573584628426264.post-8414377299421506924</id><published>2008-10-04T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T18:02:32.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome blog world !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I guess I should finally start a blog of my own. I feel like I have been spying on everyone over the last few months! So I guess you all can start stalking me and my family. I'm new at this so be kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/772573584628426264-8414377299421506924?l=jodimckinlay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/feeds/8414377299421506924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=772573584628426264&amp;postID=8414377299421506924' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8414377299421506924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/772573584628426264/posts/default/8414377299421506924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodimckinlay.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-blog-world.html' title='Welcome blog world !!'/><author><name>Jodi McKinlay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02765376736644625666</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
