<?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-8399934645836284517</id><updated>2011-09-15T11:40:31.018-07:00</updated><category term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohSBlxRfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1RkRbBj5qVU/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse5xbAiikI/AAAAAAAAANY/bhHSLpZpGFM/s320/100_0138.JPGSse5w-6oGbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/31T6ZxHgFaE/s320/100_0134.JPG'/><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SsexTi3vqFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D4ZnmbJJjBI/s1600-h/100_0116.JPG'/><category term='hhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNoQRgWuTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fL_dLCR24YA/s200/100_0194.JPGttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl4Lcp0dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tvaBaLP5Khk/s200/100_0180.JPG'/><title type='text'>Bellissimo</title><subtitle type='html'>My adventures, discoveries and thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4546121139361365970</id><published>2011-07-07T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T14:25:55.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Olympics: Resources Healthy Athletes Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://resources.specialolympics.org/Sections/Healthy_Athletes/Healthy_Athletes_Newsletter_July_2011_hearing_aids.aspx"&gt;Special Olympics: Resources Healthy Athletes Update&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4546121139361365970?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://resources.specialolympics.org/Sections/Healthy_Athletes/Healthy_Athletes_Newsletter_July_2011_hearing_aids.aspx' title='Special Olympics: Resources Healthy Athletes Update'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4546121139361365970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/07/special-olympics-resources-healthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4546121139361365970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4546121139361365970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/07/special-olympics-resources-healthy.html' title='Special Olympics: Resources Healthy Athletes Update'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-342101359390707984</id><published>2011-05-04T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T21:02:22.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum Roll, Please</title><content type='html'>Alright everyone, the decision is in and it's unanimous (I was the only decision maker in this process) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely going to Athens Greece!!! Dr. Wacker (clinical supervisor) received some grant funds to pay for part of our trip!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else am I doing this summer? I thought you might ask:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deaf Awareness puppet shows&lt;br /&gt;Special Olympics hearing screenings for the state games&lt;br /&gt;Usher concert!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bachelorette party for Aly&lt;br /&gt;Wedding for Aly in Iowa&lt;br /&gt;GREECE!&lt;br /&gt;Chicago for PhonakU&lt;br /&gt;Bachelorette party for Leah in Cincinnati&lt;br /&gt;Wedding for Leah in St. Louis area&lt;br /&gt;Starting a new job as a research assistant at Boys Town National Research Hospital&lt;br /&gt;Pool time&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I better not forget a 5 week session of classes and clinic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted now thinking about all I have to accomplish in a limited amount of time, but completely ecstatic to begin this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-342101359390707984?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/342101359390707984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/05/drum-roll-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/342101359390707984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/342101359390707984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/05/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum Roll, Please'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-4928588091766356722</id><published>2011-04-22T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:22:30.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><content type='html'>I suppose it would be polite of me to bring you up to date. I decided that I am not going to apologize for the delay in posts anymore because there would be an absurd number of apologies. Continuing on, a lot has happened since Christmas. I am near completion of the Spring semester and gearing up to begin summer courses, clinic and my capstone project. The summer, will be my LAST summer session of my academic career EVER (unless I decide to pursue my Ph.D.)!! Along with my summer course load, I will also be attending 2 weddings. One of which will take place in Iowa, where my friend and classmate Aly will get married to her beau of 8 years! It's about time, I'd say! Leah, my dearest friend, will be getting married in St. Louis the beginning of September. I am privileged to be her Maid of Honor and feel ashamed for my lack of assistance. Distance makes this difficult as she is living in Kentucky. Rest assured, there WILL be a bachelorette party and I will be purchasing my plane tickets soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August, I am attending a student event hosted and paid for by a hearing aid manufacturer, Phonak. This company resides in Chicago, so me and my other classmates will fly out to Chi-town and have a great time socializing with other graduate students, learning about amplification options/products and exploring Chicago. Then, I will be starting a new job at Boys Town National Research Hospital in Doug Keefe's Ph.D. physiological acoustics lab as his research assistant. As many of you are aware, I approached Doug about potentially using his facility and equipment for my research project. Not only did he say yes, but he also offered me a job on the spot! In fact, I will be able to complete my research project while working in his lab! However, the downside was that I had to inform my current employer about this wonderful opportunity. She was very understanding, disappointed, but understanding. I explained my decision and respect for the EHDI program which resulted in encouragement from my co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I don't think I have shared yet, that I AM GOING TO GREECE! Another part of my summer plan includes going to Greece and volunteering for the International Special Olympics Healthy Athletes Hearing Screenings/Hearing Aid Fittings. Cori and I were selected through an application process to represent UNL and Nebraska as student volunteers. I am truly excited about this experience. BUT, at this point, we have not received any funding to go to Greece as was initially thought. So, there is a possibility that I will withdraw my acceptance due to the fact that $4,000 + to volunteer is a lot to ask of a college student. Plus, I will be missing 2 weeks of classes-did I mention that my classes are 5 week sessions? I hope everything works out, it just may work in a manner I didn't expect; such is life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4928588091766356722?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4928588091766356722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4928588091766356722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4928588091766356722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/04/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-7914136093008450899</id><published>2011-03-07T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:11:34.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R-word | Spread the Word to End the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.r-word.org/"&gt;R-word | Spread the Word to End the Word&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="250" width="300"&gt;&lt;param value="http://r-word.org/r-word_2011.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="250" data="http://r-word.org/r-word_2011.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;img src="http://r-word.org/badge_250x270_v1.gif"/&gt;&lt;!--[if !IE]&gt;--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!--&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-7914136093008450899?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7914136093008450899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/03/r-word-spread-word-to-end-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7914136093008450899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7914136093008450899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/03/r-word-spread-word-to-end-word.html' title='R-word | Spread the Word to End the Word'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-640850214529024933</id><published>2011-02-28T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T19:30:35.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 year old needs a job before getting married - funny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0rbMHLDY1pA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What every dad hopes to hear from his daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-640850214529024933?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/640850214529024933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-year-old-needs-job-before-getting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/640850214529024933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/640850214529024933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2011/02/5-year-old-needs-job-before-getting.html' title='5 year old needs a job before getting married - funny!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0rbMHLDY1pA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-2197240515841201615</id><published>2010-12-18T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:16:30.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas(With Me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6uku-msiI0E?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas everyone from Keenan Cahill-YouTube lip-sinking sensation. Check out all of his videos. He caught the attention of Chelsea Handler who had him on her show as a guest and also had 50 cent surprise Keenan while filming a video.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2197240515841201615?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2197240515841201615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmaswith-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2197240515841201615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2197240515841201615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-i-want-for-christmaswith-me.html' title='All I Want For Christmas(With Me)'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6uku-msiI0E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-2085264132879401140</id><published>2010-12-18T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:45:49.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite videos of all time; a good laugh for those who are easily entertained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2085264132879401140?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2085264132879401140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2085264132879401140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2085264132879401140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/marcel-shell-with-shoes-on.html' title='MARCEL THE SHELL WITH SHOES ON'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VF9-sEbqDvU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-3910112214968203176</id><published>2010-12-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:40:48.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>ahhh, I have the place to myself with nothing to study and nowhere to be. Just me and my personal agenda, which is nothing! Although, nothing usually turns into something, like clean the apartment and do all those things I said I would do when I wasn't busy with school. So, while I fill my day of doing nothing up, take a &amp;nbsp;look at what I have been up to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0ZtQ60yBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WIs1iPc3pVk/s1600/100_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0ZtQ60yBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WIs1iPc3pVk/s320/100_0206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I kept busy studying for finals and completing final projects, but all are done and turned in! I had a wonderful semester; everything I have been learning seemed to tie together and I learned a LOT of useful information.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0Z8bXA0fI/AAAAAAAAATY/FRTTbZcqlIw/s1600/100_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0Z8bXA0fI/AAAAAAAAATY/FRTTbZcqlIw/s320/100_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Erin and I went to almost all of the Nebraska home football games. Stephanie and I were able to go to the very last Big 12 conference game against CU. This was definitely a wonderful experience-waiting in line for 2 hours to claim your seat and then wait for the 90 minute clock to start. Finally, the 3-4 hour game would begin and yes, students stand the entire game.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0Zw_7MpuI/AAAAAAAAATU/bWRFMPy3CFM/s1600/100_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="304" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0Zw_7MpuI/AAAAAAAAATU/bWRFMPy3CFM/s320/100_0230.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a hair color change. Something different and fun! In fact, the woman who had her hair done after me, went for the same color and my stylist said " if you aren't meant to be blonde, you are meant to be a red-head."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0ZjURBTnI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pl4rsPqpvYc/s1600/100_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0ZjURBTnI/AAAAAAAAATM/Pl4rsPqpvYc/s320/100_0215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I found time to put up the Christmas tree before Thanksgiving so that way Erin and I could enjoy it even longer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0aKSBT0KI/AAAAAAAAATc/eTQZu5zDroM/s1600/100_0171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0aKSBT0KI/AAAAAAAAATc/eTQZu5zDroM/s320/100_0171.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember my first experience with Elk Creek Water. I'm happy to see that Stephanie was just as excited! Quick tid bit about Stephanie: she doesn't like the name Steph. She thinks it sounds 'butch'. I have been calling her Steph for as long as I can remember and just found this out!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3910112214968203176?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3910112214968203176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3910112214968203176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3910112214968203176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TQ0ZtQ60yBI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WIs1iPc3pVk/s72-c/100_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-5129895395735016683</id><published>2010-12-15T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T16:56:15.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Dream Hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little exercise for everyone at home to try! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dm7yAWpX1Mc?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5129895395735016683?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5129895395735016683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/double-dream-hands.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5129895395735016683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5129895395735016683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/double-dream-hands.html' title='Double Dream Hands!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/dm7yAWpX1Mc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-3935899092844911010</id><published>2010-12-14T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T06:33:15.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Dances On The Today Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/URhACQY5hmU?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3935899092844911010?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3935899092844911010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/boy-dances-on-today-show.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3935899092844911010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3935899092844911010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/boy-dances-on-today-show.html' title='Boy Dances On The Today Show'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/URhACQY5hmU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-3652691065889775354</id><published>2010-12-03T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:22:04.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assurance</title><content type='html'>Finally, I found a reason why I should continue drinking coffee ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is short. Stay awake for it."&lt;br /&gt;-Caribou Coffee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3652691065889775354?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3652691065889775354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/assurance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3652691065889775354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3652691065889775354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/assurance.html' title='Assurance'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-5539117871925995929</id><published>2010-12-02T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T05:27:51.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay</title><content type='html'>I really miss art. I miss the part where your hands surprise you with a tangible form of your very own thoughts. That piece of work is always a reminder of a distinct moment in your life, but it transforms into a different meaning for others. It can be stubborn, translucent, shocking, disturbed, whimsical, lady-like, etc; it takes on owner emotions and characteristics. Self expression can be obvious or hidden and experiments are always welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my outburst in need for painting a picture, throwing on the wheel or ... well heck, I'd settle for a pinch pot! &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I will update you on my progress in this area because drawing pictures in the margins of my notes and baking isn't going to cut it much longer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5539117871925995929?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5539117871925995929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/clay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5539117871925995929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5539117871925995929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/clay.html' title='Clay'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-3697206205548155619</id><published>2010-12-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:26:34.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>12.1.2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High: My patients today were amazing. Great attitudes, happy and encouraging. I had a great day at clinic today because of the patients. It is always about the patients and the people you serve, but today was different. Today, I loved what I was doing; I loved being a problem solver, hearing aid tech, file maker, button pusher, data analyst, listener, play partner and counselor. I loved being an audiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Low: left overs for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3697206205548155619?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3697206205548155619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3697206205548155619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3697206205548155619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-8401364702982993266</id><published>2010-11-20T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:51:35.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee - Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JNl91QXws7o?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't watched Glee before, I certainly recommend tuning in. This is a clip from an old episode, but it still gives me chills when I watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-8401364702982993266?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8401364702982993266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-imagine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8401364702982993266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8401364702982993266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-imagine.html' title='Glee - Imagine'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JNl91QXws7o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-8778330524026146947</id><published>2010-11-20T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T18:08:35.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you are having a bad day, watch this ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bb5Vx1BsHmQ?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre;"&gt;Unbelievable Soccer Throw-in 360 flip in MATCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-8778330524026146947?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8778330524026146947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/unbelievable-soccer-throw-in-360-flip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8778330524026146947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8778330524026146947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/unbelievable-soccer-throw-in-360-flip.html' title='If you are having a bad day, watch this ....'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bb5Vx1BsHmQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-8767369847974018867</id><published>2010-11-18T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:30:36.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Things</title><content type='html'>This week was a good week overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I got great parking spots, which means that instead of walking the typical 8 blocks to work, I only had to walk 6!&lt;br /&gt;2. While walking to work,&amp;nbsp;I didn't have to stop at any of the stoplights; I had the right of way at each intersection!&lt;br /&gt;3. A patient at clinic came up to me and said, "Honey, you are going into a great field, because when people like me lose their hearing, they feel disconnected from the world. You will be able to do great things for people."&lt;br /&gt;4. At work today, I contacted a mother who was frustrated with doctors, the system and her son's health conditions. I was able to listen and offer her comfort. We had a great conversation and we were both able to figure out the problem, I provided a recommendation and she was relieved to have someone address her concerns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These great happenings were also useful in temporarily eliminating my thoughts about a 15 page paper I have yet to begin. Well shoot, I just remembered :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-8767369847974018867?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8767369847974018867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/small-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8767369847974018867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8767369847974018867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/small-things.html' title='Small Things'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-5281592665141078336</id><published>2010-11-15T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:59:07.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Few Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIKJ98Na_I/AAAAAAAAASs/g87P3hm4DSo/s1600/100_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIKJ98Na_I/AAAAAAAAASs/g87P3hm4DSo/s320/100_0159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes ladies and gents, my very first suit! I wore it to a presentation I had at the Nebraska Speech-Language and Hearing Association Conference in Kearney, Nebraska. My presentation on the topic of Wideband Acoustic Transfer Functions, went well and it was a wonderful opportunity for professional growth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILa2L0rHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/P6UyRlAP0rg/s1600/100_0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILa2L0rHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/P6UyRlAP0rg/s320/100_0188.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gena and I ran a 10k in October. She is a GREAT running partner and I hope to run the Lincoln half marathon with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILlGSlKXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/CqEp_cPP968/s1600/100_0190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILlGSlKXI/AAAAAAAAAS8/CqEp_cPP968/s320/100_0190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;What is Halloween without a little pumpkin carving? He looks even better rotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILyzXwGaI/AAAAAAAAATA/tdcA-fv0sGM/s1600/100_0197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOILyzXwGaI/AAAAAAAAATA/tdcA-fv0sGM/s320/100_0197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I went to Springfield, MO and volunteered to help with Bass Pro's Outdoor Fitness Festival (since I couldn't participate myself, due to an annoying injury). I also went to cheer on Stephanie and her marvelous work, helping organize the event as an intern!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIMBfWkdAI/AAAAAAAAATE/jYcTriIqDmc/s1600/100_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIMBfWkdAI/AAAAAAAAATE/jYcTriIqDmc/s320/100_0193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got to see Gracie in her very adult-like pirate costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIMPlfS9gI/AAAAAAAAATI/BKLN-z8q5gg/s1600/100_0199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIMPlfS9gI/AAAAAAAAATI/BKLN-z8q5gg/s320/100_0199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this past weekend I had help from 3 awesome ladies to transfer 935 items and $120 donated to the Food Bank of Lincoln! Way to go Student Academy of Audiology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5281592665141078336?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5281592665141078336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/past-few-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5281592665141078336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5281592665141078336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/past-few-months.html' title='The Past Few Months'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TOIKJ98Na_I/AAAAAAAAASs/g87P3hm4DSo/s72-c/100_0159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-8029582806976208593</id><published>2010-11-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:33:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction</title><content type='html'>Often, it is easy to become discouraged, for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been contemplating many of my decisions. Re: School. Politics. Religion. Ethics. Future. Relationships. Expenditures. Guilty Pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;What I have come to realize is that I don't have a simple, involuntary system for controlling my actions or emotions when dealing with these issues. I don't know that I am meant to be an audiologist, or that I rest confidently in one person's interpretation of the scripture. How can one word define my political views? Even worse, what is there to like about politics? Is it right that something unethical isn't illegal and how in the world am I NOT supposed to fear the future? That's like saying there's no need to fret about a possible pop quiz tomorrow in a class you haven't had yet! I know I'm supposed to be the bigger person, but at what point do I become the fool? How do you deal with disliking someone you're supposed to love? Okay, I admit it, I bought a box of nutty bars and haven't worked out in 2.5 weeks. I'm scared to injure myself again from running, but I'm also scared to get fat and die from cellulite suffocation. Finally, if perfection is obsolete then why in the world are we always competing and why am I so often exhausted from trying to portray perfection? I win! I'm the best at imperfection!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the answers to these internal questions, obviously, but I came across a quote that makes me think that it will all be okay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Life is so much more than what your eyes are seeing. You will find your way if you keep believing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-8029582806976208593?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8029582806976208593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8029582806976208593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8029582806976208593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/11/direction.html' title='Direction'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-2321973257585882160</id><published>2010-10-07T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T19:13:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://strength.org/?utm_source=banners"&gt;&lt;img height="250" src="http://strength.org/images/banners/foodbuzz_300x250.jpg" style="border-style: none;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2321973257585882160?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2321973257585882160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2321973257585882160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2321973257585882160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-4672754273002376486</id><published>2010-09-19T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T18:30:25.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>I have come to find that the best time to reflect is when doubting the actions of others. Continuously, I perform this act, not in terms of deceit, but for personal growth. I suppose that my background in the helping professions also poses this constant battle of ethical vs unethical and patient centered care. Then, there is the concept of developing and testing a Gold Standard protocol for all test purposes. At this point, I may have lost you, but the point is that there is always a standard method of belief, testing, performance, etc. However, we will always have the gray region where we don't know the right answer, we debate the best moral decision, or there isn't perfect sensitivity/specificity in detection of a pathology. I like to think about the gray area and what my choices of behavior or methodology where and how a different decision may have altered the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Complainers&lt;/b&gt;. This is the current gray area I have been reflecting. Yes, we all know them and we all have been one. In my experience, there are some individuals who thrive on sympathy and always outdo your worst experience. There are the people who just need to vent on occasion and justifiably so. We can't leave out the aggressive complainers that have no mercy and beat you to a bloody pulp with their words of disgust and not an ounce of regret. Then, there are the poor souls who are stricken with the unexpected, extremely detailed, slightly exaggerated "worse thing that ever happened in my whole life" stories. Well, I must admit, I find myself complaining more in graduate school then I have ever. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation or constant anxiety-oops, there I go complaining and making excuses for my complaining in the same sentence. So, I have been looking into the origin of this habit. Do we live in a world that obsesses over imperfection and feels righteous to all opportunities and objects? Is there more pressure than ever to live up to your own expectations, but also the expectations of an unknown audience? What ever the reason may be, there must be a solution to all of the nonsense, constant white noise (audiology term for complainers) distracting me from my everyday life and positive attitude. Many &amp;nbsp;times I hear someone complaining and I fall right into the black hole of a trap and have to work hard to get myself out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I looked further into this and found a great quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #996600; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"When you consistently maintain a positive frame of mind, you'll become known as a problem-solver rather than a complainer. People avoid complainers. They seek out problem-solvers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joseph Sommerville&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #996600; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is a bold statement and truthful in its entirety. I shy away from people who complain all the time or after while, I stop listening to what they have to say. Call me a bad listener, but it can be exhausting to keep up with some one's constant cries. At times, it also makes the listener feel worthless and non existent. The worst complaints though are the ones in which pride and selfish matters take control. It is hard to hear why someone deserves special treatment without consideration of the other side, especially when that kind of energy could be put towards something useful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So here are some tips for the morbid complainers out there:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;1. Don't over do it-no one likes a complainer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2. End on a positive note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;3. Don't verbally abuse the person on the other end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;4. Think about both sides and seek out more information before making accusations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;5. Along with # 4, if you are going to complain, at least have accurate information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;6. Choose carefully who you complain to as it could come back and bite you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;7. Avoid complaining all together, life will seem more fulfilling and you might have more friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Circumstances do not make the man, they reveal him."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4672754273002376486?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4672754273002376486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4672754273002376486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4672754273002376486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/09/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-2570703333820202337</id><published>2010-08-21T21:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:53:23.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon-Pictures of my new apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2570703333820202337?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2570703333820202337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/08/coming-soon-pictures-of-my-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2570703333820202337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2570703333820202337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/08/coming-soon-pictures-of-my-new.html' title='Coming soon-Pictures of my new apartment'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-9150273325018192682</id><published>2010-08-21T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:53:06.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, the summer is officially over as Fall 2010 courses resume on Monday. I could really use just one more week before classes start though, since really, I didn't have a summer! I've come to learn that even when a graduate student is on vacation, it doesn't mean he/she is free of work. Apparently, I signed on for a &amp;nbsp;4 year commitment to be at my professors beck and call 24/7. As long as it gets me where I need to be, then I will continue to manage.&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer, I had clinic, classes, and other obligations. First, I helped complete the Healthy Athlete Hearing Screenings for Special Olympics, which I LOVED. Even though we worked 1:30-8:30 M-F and worked the weekend prior, the athletes made it all worth while. It is amazing how they always maintain a positive attitude. I only hope that I took away some of the enthusiasm they exhibit on a daily basis. When the week was over, we screened nearly 1,000 athletes and fit 170 hearing aids-for free! It was definitely a successful week! There is a possibility for a trip to Greece this summer for the International Special Olympic Games. This is something I would absolutely LOVE to be a part of and hope I am one of the two picked.&lt;br /&gt;Once summer break arrived (3 weeks), I was soon haunted by school again. One of my professors approached me regarding an "opportunity for professional growth"-well if you put it that way, can I really say no? I had 3 weeks (my entire summer break) to edit a manuscript that was research based and soon submitted to a professional journal. It took me the entire 3 weeks to complete this project, but I am happy I accepted it as I did learn from it; plus I can add this to my CV.&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know by now that I was asked by a professor in the Fall of 2009 to present one of my class powerpoints to a professional convention in October (so soon!) Unfortunately, I haven't had time to work on that project because I had a summer class project in which I will be presenting on an additional topic! So, I wrapped that up and now I am making my final edits on a newsletter that will be distributed to the patients at the Barkley Center. Whooa! I am exhausted just writing all of that out!&lt;br /&gt;Now, my summer wasn't all work, I did go on a float trip on the Niangua River and then went to California! Stephanie and I were able to celebrate our birthdays with Jymme-Lyn and the boys and have a couple of fun days with Scott. Most of all, we were thrilled to be able to help out Scott and Jymme-Lyn during a difficult week. Scott was out of town and JL was starting a new job. Hopefully the boys are doing great with the new babysitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrtoXTHHI/AAAAAAAAASU/rWEPNMmpljg/s1600/100_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrtoXTHHI/AAAAAAAAASU/rWEPNMmpljg/s320/100_0206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the farm and picked some fruit from the vine and fed some animals&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrZ67im-I/AAAAAAAAASE/8QtULsNdlmo/s1600/100_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrZ67im-I/AAAAAAAAASE/8QtULsNdlmo/s320/100_0218.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the park and played on the slide&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCr1rh4lXI/AAAAAAAAASc/VN2pqVxhP0c/s1600/100_0211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCr1rh4lXI/AAAAAAAAASc/VN2pqVxhP0c/s320/100_0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stephanie and Will playing at the pool&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrjvw6EUI/AAAAAAAAASM/6teu0oLTtck/s1600/100_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrjvw6EUI/AAAAAAAAASM/6teu0oLTtck/s320/100_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where Harrison sat most of the day at the pool-he sure looked good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrQAhoShI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wCihY7v3HYs/s1600/100_0191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrQAhoShI/AAAAAAAAAR8/wCihY7v3HYs/s320/100_0191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the beach too!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-9150273325018192682?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/9150273325018192682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/08/summers-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/9150273325018192682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/9150273325018192682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/08/summers-gone.html' title='Summer&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/THCrtoXTHHI/AAAAAAAAASU/rWEPNMmpljg/s72-c/100_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-5769747143478363637</id><published>2010-07-09T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:23:29.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eclipse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TDgR0MD-1NI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1NOgBrTl74I/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TDgR0MD-1NI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1NOgBrTl74I/s320/1.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am one of those. I remember loving every moment of reading Stephanie Meyers' books: The Twilight Saga. It was that kind of intense reading where you can't put down the book and 1:00 AM comes by so quickly it was like you fell asleep for hours and just woke up. Now, it's been nearly a year since I've read the complete series and I'm ashamed to say that my feelings just aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;Erin and I saw Eclipse this week as a treat for accomplishing Dr. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Honaker's&lt;/span&gt; class successfully! Too bad, I didn't get those goosebumps and chills like the first time. (not to mention this movie was a million times better than the first!) I attribute my lack of feeling to distance from the descriptive, trance-like writing throughout all of the books and maybe my instant attraction to Edward's character was dulled by poor acting abilities and his love for Kristin Stewart, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;uhk&lt;/span&gt;!! Now that I really examine this, maybe it was when Edward removed his shirt in the 2nd movie and I actually wanted to close my eyes in repulsion-skinny, vampire pale (which makes sense), and the 3rd nipple didn't do it for me. Maybe I am more of a ware-wolf fan after all ...&lt;br /&gt;You are now aware of my feelings towards this movie, but I must admit that of all of them made, this was the best. I suppose the funds and directing skills have improved substantially, thus producing a more fulfilling movie that better captured my vision while reading the books. I have suggested to myself that the need to re-read all the books and then watch all the movies in order may make for more enjoyable viewing and bring back those old feelings. Or perhaps, I am maturing from the 13 year old vampire/ware-wolf hormone rage. All are possibilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5769747143478363637?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5769747143478363637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5769747143478363637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5769747143478363637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/07/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TDgR0MD-1NI/AAAAAAAAAR0/1NOgBrTl74I/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4802989823906710131</id><published>2010-07-08T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:58:51.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Alright, this summer hasn't gone as planned or desired, but it has still been pretty good. I have been keeping busy with summer classes, clinic, and work. Finally, most of my classes are over and I just completed a manuscript, presentation in front of a panel of professionals and students, poster presentation and a newsletter on the topic of noise induced hearing loss. My partner and I entitled our work: If You Can't Stand the Pain, Turn Down the Gain: Consequences and Solutions to Noise Exposure. Clever huh?! I thought so too! Well that was for just one class. One of the greatest challenges has been my time at the ENT clinic. Now, I have really enjoyed being there, much more than I ever anticipated. However, it is really hard keeping up with the pace and everything I thought I was good at doesn't matter any more because I don't get to do it, or my skills aren't fast enough. For instance, my supervisor wants me to get to a point where I can read off a 25 word list, keeping track of which words the patient gets correct or incorrect, while filling out paper work and listening to her story about the weekend. I am not that talented! Everyone says, "oh it will come with time" but I am running out of time and I don't see how it's possible for me. Although the time issue is frustrating because I like to do things correctly the first time and be efficient (where now I feel like a chicken with my head cut off just trying to keep up and not at all confident in my abilities), I have been a part of some really cool clinical appointments. I helped with my first EVER Dix hallpike and head roll, which probably means nothing to you, but I helped diagnose a vestibular disorder and treat the patient for his vertigo! I watched an ENG which is an hour and a half test/treatment for more vestibular problems. I met with a hearing aid representative, helped program hearing aids, observed disgusting objects stored in the ear canal for years finally emerge, and so much more, in just ONE DAY! I know I will learn so much and my supervisor is extremely patient as well as a great guide. In time, I will be confident in my abilities and become an even better clinician!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4802989823906710131?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4802989823906710131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4802989823906710131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4802989823906710131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-1810242326501608669</id><published>2010-06-18T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T06:35:26.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbing</title><content type='html'>I recently found out in my Genetics class, that 1 in 20 kids are born not knowing their ACTUAL father. Meaning, their father at birth is not their biologic father. CRAZY! In fact, some students at Yale wanted to test this statistic and one of the them found out his DNA did not match to his father's DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I asked my mom if there was any possibility of my genetic makeup belonging to some other male, but she denied that it was possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1810242326501608669?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1810242326501608669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/disturbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1810242326501608669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1810242326501608669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/disturbing.html' title='Disturbing'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-4695758181796289330</id><published>2010-06-17T10:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:46:04.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TBpebqZmhrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vi0j-2s0E-0/s1600/100_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TBpebqZmhrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vi0j-2s0E-0/s640/100_0333.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4695758181796289330?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4695758181796289330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-is-worth-1000-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4695758181796289330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4695758181796289330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/picture-is-worth-1000-words.html' title='A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/TBpebqZmhrI/AAAAAAAAARs/Vi0j-2s0E-0/s72-c/100_0333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-302363626822451780</id><published>2010-06-17T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:36:37.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ideal Summer</title><content type='html'>1. Lay by the pool sipping on Crystal Light's peach ice tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Read for leisure&lt;br /&gt;3. Go on a road trip&lt;br /&gt;4. Vacation in Colorado- sitting on the porch at a cabin in the morning with the mountains in sight, reading, with a hot cup of coffee&lt;br /&gt;5. Cook something adventurous&lt;br /&gt;6. Frequent the farmer's market&lt;br /&gt;7. Do absolutely nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I torture myself thinking about these things while I am in class, or in clinic all day, or working in a project.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-302363626822451780?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/302363626822451780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ideal-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/302363626822451780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/302363626822451780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-ideal-summer.html' title='My Ideal Summer'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-2701983300702873652</id><published>2010-05-16T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:34:41.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast In Bed</title><content type='html'>Saturday and Sunday mornings/afternoons are my favorite. I love to make some coffee, bring it to bed and comfortably watch SOAP Net's, Breakfast In Bed from 9 am-2 pm. They replay episodes of my favorite shows: The O.C., One Tree Hill, 90210 (the original), and Gilmore Girls. It's safe to say, not much gets accomplished during the time frame, but I don't always watch TV the entire time-I take naps in between commercial breaks and episodes I have seen or don't care much for. I know, I know, I should make better use of my time, but hey, I don't get this kind of time often. I'm on break right now so I MUST make efficient use of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus, just look at my bed, the most comfortable bed EVER. It is practically telling me to lay in it all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BIbRz9eCI/AAAAAAAAARc/FF8rQAbG5yE/s1600/100_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BIbRz9eCI/AAAAAAAAARc/FF8rQAbG5yE/s400/100_0161.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I better take a nap or rest some more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2701983300702873652?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2701983300702873652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2701983300702873652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2701983300702873652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/breakfast-in-bed.html' title='Breakfast In Bed'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BIbRz9eCI/AAAAAAAAARc/FF8rQAbG5yE/s72-c/100_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-6238758464751714032</id><published>2010-05-16T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T12:26:56.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Move Along</title><content type='html'>As some of you know, I am moving again- staying in Lincoln but moving to a different apartment. I am excited! Since I am more comfortable with Lincoln and have developed friendships, I think this will be a good move. I will be moving away from things that make me feel uncomfortable and tend to add un-necessary stresses to my already crazy life! Plus, I will be living with my friend and classmate Erin. I realize that I haven't had a great batting average with roommates in the past, but I've also been subject to some unusual circumstances. &amp;nbsp;I will say, that I have gotten along just fine with roommates that are my close friends, so I am very optimistic and excited to live with Erin.&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend when mom, dad and myself traveled to Springfield to visit Stephanie, we began discussing the moving process. I was alarmed when I realized I have very limited time to move! I thought that I'd had plenty of time to slowly move into the new apartment-in my dream world. Reality poses a different time frame. When I get back from California, I will have about 2 days to move before I start summer clinic and classes. Since my schedule is complicated and I will be working Saturdays now, that doesn't really leave time to move. In just one thought, my whole summer plans changed! Luckily, mom had a few days to spare and she came to Lincoln in between my work days (I called in sick) to help me pack. My oh my did we get a lot accomplished! I most definitely could not have accomplished all that we did without her help. Thanks mom! It wasn't all work though, unless you consider shopping work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is where my computer sits now, since mom and I respectfully destroyed the desk it was sitting on. My new apartment has built in desks-no need to worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BGWQqqBRI/AAAAAAAAARU/vhrH26UBOlQ/s1600/100_0157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BGWQqqBRI/AAAAAAAAARU/vhrH26UBOlQ/s320/100_0157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since my computer is on the floor and my desk no longer exists, I use that space to, well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;collect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BGMakafJI/AAAAAAAAARM/IardJT0CuP0/s1600/100_0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BGMakafJI/AAAAAAAAARM/IardJT0CuP0/s320/100_0159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-6238758464751714032?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/6238758464751714032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-move-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6238758464751714032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6238758464751714032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-move-along.html' title='Just Move Along'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S_BGWQqqBRI/AAAAAAAAARU/vhrH26UBOlQ/s72-c/100_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4965819646348756896</id><published>2010-05-03T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:31:04.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSION: De-clutter Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finals will be over soon, FINALLY. As you can see, it purged all over my bedroom floor. Quick, clean up on isle, "is it over yet?!" Looking at this, I notice some thank you cards; not sure who I plan on thanking anytime soon other than God who so lovingly is getting me through these painful weeks. Okay, maybe a bit dramatic, but really, it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gAj1JsEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mfhSrJuSd8I/s1600/100_0155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gAj1JsEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mfhSrJuSd8I/s320/100_0155.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If that wasn't stressful enough, take a look in my closet, or maybe don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gJ6H_3mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zHSq0akhDnQ/s1600/100_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gJ6H_3mI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zHSq0akhDnQ/s320/100_0172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rest assured, there is a life vest at a step-ladder and arm's reach away. I think that is what I have needed: Hope and a glimmer of light that I will make my way out of this frustrating, sloppy mess (literally and figuratively). My plan of action is to utilize the limited time off I have to minimize my inventory or what I have always thought of as investments. It's time to down size-for an easier move (oh yeah, I'm moving soon!) and a little stress-relief/self-accomplishment task.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you have any management tips or suggestions, PLEASE advise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gTHDumNI/AAAAAAAAARE/2qsp9c3u7BY/s1600/100_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gTHDumNI/AAAAAAAAARE/2qsp9c3u7BY/s320/100_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4965819646348756896?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4965819646348756896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/mission-de-clutter-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4965819646348756896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4965819646348756896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/mission-de-clutter-life.html' title='MISSION: De-clutter Life'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/S9-gAj1JsEI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/mfhSrJuSd8I/s72-c/100_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-7055676602227875282</id><published>2010-05-01T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T10:29:38.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the World is Kelly Archer?</title><content type='html'>Good question. I am afraid I have abandoned my responsibilities as a "poster" for school, work, and travels. However, I will resume what I started with the best of intentions. Realizing, I probably won't get a post in once a week, but I don't want to quit without a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened between now and Christmas. The whole Archer clan made a visit to California to visit the family and have some vacation time. I became the Organizational Chair person for UNL Student Academy of Audiology (SAA). Currently, for work and SAA, I am working on a Hearing Conservation Program for grade school students in the Title 1, Lincoln, schools. Maybe I will make my marker here then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTN: There are 3 causes for hearing loss; genetics, aging process, and noise exposure. We cannot control hearing loss due to genetic makeup or aging, however, hearing loss due to noise exposure is 100% preventable. Keep these 3 primary goals in mind: Protect, Prevent, Preserve. Wear hearing protection (correctly). Prevent hearing loss by turning down the volume, wearing hearing protection, avoiding exposure to excessive levels of noise. and Preserve what you have. Even if you have a hearing loss, protect &amp;nbsp;what hearing you do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common causes of hearing loss due to noise exposure: Concerts, earbuds (they don't cancel out background noise so you turn them up louder to compensate for that noise), lawn mowers, farming equipment, construction, motor-cross/motorcycles (Scott), firearms-hunting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Hearing loss in children is becoming move prevalent due to exposure to noise: specifically earbuds, TV, video games, hunting, loud toys, go-carts/4-wheelers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of hearing protection is appropriate? Cotton in your ears will not cut it, at all. Ear muffs work great, but not the earmuffs that play music because you end up turning the music up louder to overcome the noise of the lawn mower or other background noise. Custom hearing protection is also great because everyone has differently shaped ear canals, so it would provide the greatest attenuation of noise (reduction of noise). If you have disposable foam earplugs, those work fine if inserted correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can always ask me more about this if you have questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright now, I have been working diligently at school. Just yesterday, I passed my final practical exam!! AND, I will be going offsite for clinic this summer to an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) Clinic in Omaha 2 full days a week. Normally, students don't go off site until fall of 2nd year. &amp;nbsp;I wish I could say I am going offsite because my skills are advanced, but in reality, the program accepted too many students than they have supervisors for and accepted just as many into the program next year. This means, they are sending some of us off campus earlier than usual because they don't have room for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;This also means, that I am TERRIFIED! Not only will I be leaving my bubble, but I will be at an ENT clinic which is extremely fast pace, and in Omaha. Also, since I have to be there 2 full days a week, where I might have 15 evaluations in 1 day as opposed to the 2 evaluations a week I have had, I will probably have to work on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I also took a trip to Cincinnati to visit my friend Leah and also spent a day at Cincinnati Children's Hospital. It was a great experience, but didn't confirm where I want to be as an audiologist. However, with all the experiences I have had so far, I think I would feel more comfortable and feel like a good audiologist in a private practice, university, or working for a hospital. I guess I'll find out soon how I really feel about the ENT clinic, but I can't see myself there. I really want to provide patient centered care, and many (not all) ENT clinics push for more patients, more hearing aid sales, so faster, faster, faster. That means, you lose time counseling patients and getting to know them. Of course, that is not the way the audiologist wants things, but you have ENT physicians and administrative personnel who don't know the first thing about your job and responsibilities, telling you, you only have 30 minutes to obtain a case history, a full diagnostic evaluation, counsel, and get a hearing aid sale. That means, you lose out on counseling and case history. Some times, you even have to omit parts of the test battery. It's not fair, but unfortunately audiologists haven't gained autonomy yet. &amp;nbsp;In fact, the AMA (American Medical Association) just published a document suggesting that audiologists aren't necessary and shouldn't be called doctor. I won't get into all the details, but I will say that it was not based on data, just some old farts opinion who spend 12 years in school to be called a medical doctor and doesn't want to share his title with anyone else. EVEN THOUGH, audiologists are not medical doctors. It's a heated discussion that I shouldn't get into right now; I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, my closing statement will be that this has been a very challenging semester, but I have had some great experiences and trips, which I will share more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-7055676602227875282?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7055676602227875282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-in-world-is-kelly-archer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7055676602227875282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7055676602227875282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-in-world-is-kelly-archer.html' title='Where in the World is Kelly Archer?'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-4600899934257673456</id><published>2009-12-10T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:56:03.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZC9IoIQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JpVTrhX5Mvg/s1600-h/100_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZCUlOR4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8yExh5HDl74/s1600-h/100_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZCNUroYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3F3Q_fPpa3g/s1600-h/100_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once finals come around, there is always one thing I can do to put me in a good mood ... put up Christmas decorations!  Mom and dad brought me a tree and some decorations and I was able to put up this lovely tree, which reminds me of what's to come when finals are over!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZBXdlOhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FUdJctql1UY/s320/100_0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635738344700434" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Katlin had some nice red place mats to go with my 1st Christmas tree, a little baby for the dorms, for our beautiful table that mom refinished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZCNUroYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/3F3Q_fPpa3g/s320/100_0141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635752802886018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like Santa stopped by but forgot his hat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZCUlOR4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/8yExh5HDl74/s320/100_0150.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635754751313794" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Our pretty, festive apartment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZC9IoIQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JpVTrhX5Mvg/s320/100_0152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413635765637226754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4600899934257673456?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4600899934257673456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4600899934257673456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4600899934257673456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEZBXdlOhI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FUdJctql1UY/s72-c/100_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-5941754119524566979</id><published>2009-12-10T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:45:26.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me a suck up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEWKLuBFRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MOQziwCLRFo/s1600-h/100_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, sometimes my creativity gets in the way of my complete academic performance.  For my basic instrumentation and calibration course, we had to make a loudspeaker ... well take a look at loudspeaker #1: Made out of a kleenex box&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEWJrYjkeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CPn0RsjVD6M/s320/100_0154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413632582596399586" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't feel it was cool enough and it didn't work great, so I went for a more, outside of the box approach, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now take a look at loudspeaker #2: A Martini Glass and yes, I even made an olive out of clay and positioned my magnet on top of it.  Genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEWKLuBFRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MOQziwCLRFo/s320/100_0156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413632591276348690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad it came in dead last in the speaker competition.  It would be good for a narrowband filter, though :) I did manage to get all the points for creativity and design, which I expected.  My professor leaves the building everyday at 4:30 to meet his wife for happy hour ... his favorite drink is a martini. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, if this whole grad school thing doesn't work out, I could make speakers or circuits or patch cords!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5941754119524566979?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5941754119524566979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-me-suck-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5941754119524566979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5941754119524566979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/call-me-suck-up.html' title='Call me a suck up...'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SyEWJrYjkeI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CPn0RsjVD6M/s72-c/100_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-7011885667933638682</id><published>2009-12-10T07:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:36:05.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December is FINALLY here!</title><content type='html'>My 1st semester of Grad School is ALMOST OVER!!! Only 7 more to go!  Time really has flown by... I swear it was yesterday when I was moving to Lincoln and second guessing myself.  Although, I still do second guess myself! There is this thing about grad school where each new project, test, presentation or whatever else they make us do, makes you think, "can I actually do this and succeed at it?" and that makes you wonder, "can I actually be a good audiologist?". &lt;div&gt;I just got done with a huge research presentation that was about how a specific middle ear measurement (wideband reflectance) relates to the physiology of the ear.  I was so nervous that I didn't have enough material and just didn't know enough about the topic.  That is probably true since it was only a 30-40 minute presentation.  However, my professor gave me good feedback as well as my classmates.  Then, just yesterday, my professor told me he was so impressed with my research that he would like me to present it at a state convention: Nebraska Speech-Language and Hearing convention.  WOW.  I was stunned, surprised, flattered, and terrified.  How does he know that I really DO know enough about this measure?!  Then I made a phone call to my parents, like I always do when I get flustered, and made a decision.  This is grad school, it is meant to be scary because now we are part of the real world application.    Nothing is black and white and as terrifying as something might be at the time, it will only help evolve me into the professional I want to become.  And, even the person I hope that I am.  So, I said I would be honored to present.  He also let me know that I wouldn't be alone, I would be collaborating with an Audiologist at Boys Town who has been performing the actual research that I presented. (Cool!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, I also had my first practical exam where I sat down with 2 of my professors and they grilled me on clinical application information, when we would run specific tests-when we wouldn't, how to run certain measures/tests, the norms, ... and it went on.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my professors said, " oh you all will be fine, if you don't pass, we will just call it an incomplete and you can retake it before the spring semester begins. Everyone always says it wasn't as bad as they thought." Well... I would like to meet these people, because it was WORSE than what I thought!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When people are asking me questions, I want to be prepared and know more than just the answer.  But when you have 2 people staring at you, waiting for your response and one looks so bored she just might put a pencil through her eye, it is quite intimidating. OR when they'd ask a question and I would begin to answer, they would have this look on their faces like "what in the world are you talking about?... good try".  Finally, when I was done with all of the torture, I was sent to a different room while my professors chatted.  When I came back, they said, "So Kelly, how do you feel you did? Do you think there's anything you could improve on?" Right then and there I about starting crying because I knew I would have to take it again.  Then they said, Oh we're just kidding, we like to do that to you all!... MEAN. BUT, then they said I did a great job and I passed!! There was that immediate elation and relief, but I wanted to go home and eat cookies and sleep.  It was so exhausting. Unfortunately, I have to do it all over again next semester, but it will include counseling and the hearing aid clinic. Then, at the end of my 3rd year I will have oral comps where I pick 4 classes and answer the boards questions. Stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-7011885667933638682?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7011885667933638682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-finally-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7011885667933638682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7011885667933638682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-is-finally-here.html' title='December is FINALLY here!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-7339757230483764041</id><published>2009-11-08T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T07:01:17.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yes, my dad, Steve Archer is another year older, but don't let that fool you. He is just as loving as always... he isn't one of those old (young at heart) bitter people. In fact, for his birthday, he took us to Lamberts in Springfield, MO! It was amazing! So much great food that you can't get enough of, but physically you can. We had a great time just hanging out and enjoying each other's company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcXZ5x5eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7g47vBRamhc/s1600-h/100_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcXZ5x5eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7g47vBRamhc/s320/100_0131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747097725822434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The dogs had a great time too.  McDuff got a car ride (although I think he would prefer to drive) and Lucy got to play with Gracie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcXDbU-tI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LWokPOxh2ck/s1600-h/100_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcXDbU-tI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/LWokPOxh2ck/s320/100_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747091692518098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Leftovers-need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcWoh7P5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/U8bHFHwJJDI/s1600-h/100_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcWoh7P5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/U8bHFHwJJDI/s320/100_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747084472434578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Spunky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcWTt7IyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9yAYwhBRIbw/s1600-h/100_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcWTt7IyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/9yAYwhBRIbw/s320/100_0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401747078885614370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cute and happy couple oh and the birthday boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-7339757230483764041?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7339757230483764041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7339757230483764041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7339757230483764041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-love-my-daddy.html' title='I love my Daddy'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbcXZ5x5eI/AAAAAAAAAPY/7g47vBRamhc/s72-c/100_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-628411086660085983</id><published>2009-11-08T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:49:17.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, once all the fun is done, school still remains. BUT, I am nearing the end with midterms COMPLETE! That was a dreadful period of my life and I lived off of peanut butter crackers and coffee. I am very proud of one midterm though. This was the practical portion of my midterm for a class called Basic Instrumentation-Basic my Butt! We had to solder together the correct wires to the correct parts of a plug to make a working patch cord and measure the resistance to be sure it was soldered correctly. Then we had to make a parallel circuit with 3 resistors and measure/calculate the resistance, amperage, and voltage. Well, if any of you know, because I didn't until I had to google it, how to measure the current or amperage of a circuit.... you have to break the circuit! Luckily, I was able to manage without too much harm to my precious work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbZrfkBLbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O3iD1Pz3O_k/s1600-h/100_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbZrfkBLbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O3iD1Pz3O_k/s320/100_0142.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401744144307662258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Above: patch cord and parallel circuit (well, it's not a compete circuit until you connect it to a breadboard or some source of power)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOW: on to building a loudspeaker for the loudspeaker competition for which we don't win anything if we win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**If anyone knows how to build a loudspeaker please contact me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-628411086660085983?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/628411086660085983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/628411086660085983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/628411086660085983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbZrfkBLbI/AAAAAAAAAO4/O3iD1Pz3O_k/s72-c/100_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-1478755107666770676</id><published>2009-11-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:39:13.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blowing off some steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, from all of my complaints and tears, grad school has not been an easy run thus far. It would be extremely easy to give up and quit, but then where would that leave me and what would I have accomplished? NOTHING!&lt;div&gt;So, I have had to remind myself that nothing in life worth fighting for is ever easy and I have learned so much already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also have learned that its okay to have fun once in awhile... I prefer this method of blowing off steam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXTZEZjRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i87mKerhCrI/s1600-h/100_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXTZEZjRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i87mKerhCrI/s320/100_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741531224313106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Erin, Crystal and myself enjoying a drink called Elk Water Creek downtown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXS-e1f2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/EfwgPcfUqng/s1600-h/100_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXS-e1f2I/AAAAAAAAAOo/EfwgPcfUqng/s320/100_0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741524087439202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Bar with some ridiculous rules ... funny though&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXSm5maLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wJwnFuq321I/s1600-h/100_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXSm5maLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/wJwnFuq321I/s320/100_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741517757245618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frog Sperm and popcorn!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXSHSldKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X3WXcJW_xqg/s1600-h/100_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXSHSldKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/X3WXcJW_xqg/s320/100_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741509272106146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Roommate and Classmates out for an adult beverage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXR7HMipI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/F9eKKAalMpA/s1600-h/100_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXR7HMipI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/F9eKKAalMpA/s320/100_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401741506003110546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Angie came to visit me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1478755107666770676?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1478755107666770676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/blowing-off-some-steam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1478755107666770676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1478755107666770676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/blowing-off-some-steam.html' title='Blowing off some steam'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbXTZEZjRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/i87mKerhCrI/s72-c/100_0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-3364686890292305599</id><published>2009-11-08T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:25:26.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is a first for everything!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lucky me! The Andersons were so generous to give both Stephanie and I a ticket to the Huskers 300th consecutive sellout game which also happened to be homecoming! It was a blowout game as the Huskers beat Louisiana Lafayette 55 to ZIP, but it was a wonderful experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much Anderson Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTvbvFI7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rnycuI8RoLM/s1600-h/100_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTvbvFI7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rnycuI8RoLM/s320/100_0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737614930027442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTvBAv3pI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YmIji_zTGik/s1600-h/100_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTvBAv3pI/AAAAAAAAAOA/YmIji_zTGik/s320/100_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737607756373650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTutO9emI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MrSXSbZMQUw/s1600-h/100_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTutO9emI/AAAAAAAAAN4/MrSXSbZMQUw/s320/100_0129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737602447276642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTuFJjtcI/AAAAAAAAANw/SLaEh3NXrzQ/s1600-h/100_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTuFJjtcI/AAAAAAAAANw/SLaEh3NXrzQ/s320/100_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737591687198146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTt_KScYI/AAAAAAAAANo/GvILVnn4YEw/s1600-h/100_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTt_KScYI/AAAAAAAAANo/GvILVnn4YEw/s320/100_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401737590079648130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, I have also gone to the Nebraska vs. Oklahoma game.  This was history in the making as Nebraska beat Oklahoma for the first time in a very long time! Too bad Oklahoma is missing their star quarterback, Sam... he is a heart throb! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3364686890292305599?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3364686890292305599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-first-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3364686890292305599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3364686890292305599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-first-for-everything.html' title='There is a first for everything!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SvbTvbvFI7I/AAAAAAAAAOI/rnycuI8RoLM/s72-c/100_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-8992623248725815721</id><published>2009-10-03T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:27:11.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse5xbAiikI/AAAAAAAAANY/bhHSLpZpGFM/s320/100_0138.JPGSse5w-6oGbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/31T6ZxHgFaE/s320/100_0134.JPG'/><title type='text'>V.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I started my first day of work in the State Office Building, next to the Capitol!  It was a full 8 hour day with lots to do!  First, I was brought to my GREAT cubicle!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse2vhAUyNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mHtG4XQeIE0/s320/100_0137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388476406601926866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse2vJAgXII/AAAAAAAAAMw/j-iuKpOhBQY/s320/100_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388476400160234626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had some awesome office supplie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s waiting for me on my desk when I got there, which was quite exciting! I don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; if it is all of the school I have completed and have yet to complete, but school/office supplies is something I look forward to buying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;. And in my department, I don't have to buy them! I just have to head up to the 5th floor and pick out WHATEVER I WANT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I got some more gifts! My boss gave me a tote bag that says EHDI (Early Hearing Detection and Intervention), a file organizer, a calendar, and some Jamaican Me C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;razy coffee from another employee.  And if you are observant, you will notice a huge exercise ball in my cubicle which was left there, courtesy of whoever left the office space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse5w-6oGbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/31T6ZxHgFaE/s320/100_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479730345843122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do love it my cubicle, BUT the ladies behind me are very loud and I have a feeling that I will be moving.  Everyone in my group says that I am so far aw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ay; maybe 15 feet from them.  Oh and I am the youngest, newest person there with the biggest cubicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse5xbAiikI/AAAAAAAAANY/bhHSLpZpGFM/s320/100_0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479737886837314" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was introduced to about 20 people and I remember about 3 of them (the 3 in my group).  Apparently, that was just the beginning of the introductions!  Then, my boss showed me around the building, gave me a stack of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;materials to read....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse5wSJPCkI/AAAAAAAAANI/Kt0OxcMr0bw/s320/100_0133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388479718327519810" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and talked to me about my position, his position, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the responsibilities of the others on our floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I really enjoy my job even though I only have 1 day under my belt.  BUT, I am excited to go back and help little babies and their families!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downtown parking in Lincoln is limited and metered.  Obviously, I can't plug up a 2 hour meter for 8 hours, so I have been taking the city bus.  While I waited for 45 minutes for the bus to come (it was very late today) I took a picture of this building, across from the bus stop, which I just love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SsfArMBXhzI/AAAAAAAAANg/NE4Tzwqrt60/s320/100_0140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388487327365957426" /&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/8399934645836284517-8992623248725815721?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8992623248725815721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/10/vip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8992623248725815721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8992623248725815721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/10/vip.html' title='V.I.P.'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sse2vhAUyNI/AAAAAAAAAM4/mHtG4XQeIE0/s72-c/100_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-6455688042985940217</id><published>2009-10-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T13:26:59.402-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SsexTi3vqFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/D4ZnmbJJjBI/s1600-h/100_0116.JPG'/><title type='text'>Uninvited Guest</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting to post this story because pictures are necessary and until recently, the internet hasn't been up to speed.  So, when I was religiously watching Big Brother, thank you Jymme-Lyn and Stephanie, I would get together with Erin from class to watch the new episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one evening during Big Brother, I was enjoying my glass of wine and Big Brother's house guests duel in ridiculous activities when in the corner of my eye I spotted something repulsive....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SsexnJ-AcSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wU2B7q-pQTI/s400/100_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388470765421097250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As my stomach fell to the ground, I gasped in utter fear, "OH. MY. GOD." Seeing me in complete upset, the spider crawled to MY bathroom, which was also its final destination when I sprayed it with an entire can of Raid... I was unable to use my bathroom for awhile as it aired out. Now my fear is how long that spider was really in our apartment and whether or not it had time to hide some tarantula eggs somewhere, like under my bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8399934645836284517-6455688042985940217?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/6455688042985940217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/10/uninvited-guest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6455688042985940217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6455688042985940217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/10/uninvited-guest.html' title='Uninvited Guest'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SsexnJ-AcSI/AAAAAAAAAMY/wU2B7q-pQTI/s72-c/100_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-3019233523380964028</id><published>2009-09-23T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T12:10:26.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am employed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;At least for my first year of grad school, I had planned to not work so I could focus on my studies and get used to a new atmosphere.  Well, lately, I have been very concerned about the financial aspect; seeing money go out of my account while nothing is coming in!  So, I applied for a couple of great jobs that came my way and both related to my field of study which is even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first was a research assistantship position at Boys Town National Research Hospital for 2-3 years.  It would be a lot of 'gopher' work and require a lot of time-20 hours a week plus an hour of driving time each way. However, I would be helping out with research, at a wonderful institution and in the Cochlear Implant Lab, which is my interest!... Too bad I didn't get that job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No worries though because I did get a job working for the state of Nebraska, in Lincoln (only 2 miles from my apartment!).  This is a temporary position, 1 year, BUT I have been told that I can work this position for 3 years; there are some technicalities that would have to be worked out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My responsibilities at Nebraska Early Hearing Detection and Intervention Program as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Community Healthcare Educator:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For anyone who has had babies, you would know that your baby gets a Universal, Newborn Hearing Screening 24-48 hours after birth.  This test is a pass or fail screening.  All of this data would be sent to my location, my team, where we keep track of which babies pass or fail and put it into the state's data system.  Then, we contact physicians and families to make sure the appropriate information and follow-up procedures are administered.  Basically, we want to ensure that there aren't any children who fall through the cracks and don't receive assistance.  Of course there are complications with this as well.  Although the hearing screenings are wonderful and help provide early detection and intervention, some hearing losses may not be detected due to the type or the time of onset.  Also, some parents don't continue to see the physicians or understand the consequences for failure to follow up.  It is our team's duty to find these individuals and make sure they have adequate information to make the best decisions based on their child's possible or diagnosed hearing loss.      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be starting my job the first part of October and I am very excited! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-3019233523380964028?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/3019233523380964028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-employed_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3019233523380964028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/3019233523380964028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-employed_23.html' title='I am employed!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-5320363914841109615</id><published>2009-09-23T09:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T10:09:59.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing my knowledge or my skills under pressure?</title><content type='html'>I never imagined I would be studying so much and trying to keep myself busy at all times, but I have managed to do so.  Graduate school has been good, very difficult, but good. In fact, I just completed my first grad school quiz!  The 2nd and 3rd year grad students told us, no matter how well you know the information or how smart you may be, be prepared for 40%/F's on your quizzes in Physiological Acoustics.  They say we won't fail the class, but just prepare to never get an A (the professor told us this as well).  So, I took the quiz, and it was quite bizarre. &lt;div&gt;First, I was so nervous because I did NOT want to fail this quiz, I was determined! I had to take a deep breath and calm my nerves during the test, not realizing that at any moment, (after about 15 minutes) the professor would say, "alright hand them up and lets see what you thought".  I was terrified because I thought I had 30 minutes to complete it...I didn't have time to go back and change some of my answers or reword them; he says, "use brevity and correct terminology".  I didn't have enough time plus I was confused...was this a quiz or an in-class assignment?! AHH! As he shuffled through the papers, he said, "Kelly, tell us what you put for number 3." I was praying I had the correct response and even remembered what I wrote, but I guess I was on target.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually felt pretty good about the quiz, but who knows how particular he is in grading! As we discussed the quiz, I made sure to put in my 2 cents so despite what I wrote on paper, my professor would know I understood these abstract concepts and oddly worded questions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-5320363914841109615?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5320363914841109615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/testing-my-knowledge-or-my-skills-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5320363914841109615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5320363914841109615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/testing-my-knowledge-or-my-skills-under.html' title='Testing my knowledge or my skills under pressure?'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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-8399934645836284517.post-5998919953568941215</id><published>2009-09-06T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:24:16.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I may be skinned alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As the first UNL football game took place last night, most of the town found their place either at home, a bar, or the stadium to ogle over the game.  Unfortunately, I was unable to get any tickets to take part in the brain washing, cult like, taking over the state, events.  Okay, that was harsh, but true.  Today, I was at target and I couldn't tell the Target employees (wearing red shirts) from the shoppers.  Everyone was talking about the game; where their tailgating section was, where their seats were at, what they were going to wear, eat, etc. You get the point.  It was a bit ridiculous but I will have to get used to this lifestyle.  &lt;div&gt;Aside from not going to the game, I was unable to watch it from my apartment because it was only televised on Paper-view.  So, I did the next best thing.  I cooked some hot wings, popped the cap of a Bud-light Lime, put on my MIZZOU t-shirt and watched the MU game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqPvyXN2JEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6nxZqiKHoF4/s400/100_0118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378406028515091522" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Disclaimer: So, I took a picture of myself for the effect of my blog, ONLY.  I do not sit around snapping photos of myself)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I know wearing a MIZZOU shirt in public in Lincoln is an automatic death sentence, however, I wasn't planning on going anywhere and my roommate (an avid huskers fan) was at the game.  So as long as I replaced my shirt before she came back, I would not be shunned.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I forgot.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After being harassed by a die hard huskers fan, I said, "what do you expect? I am from Missouri." Apparently, that is not a good excuse and she said, "Well, as long as you never wear that stuff in public and NEVER wear and Colorado attire, you might survive. I am loyal to one team only." (obviously UNL) So I supposed I should save my CU Buffs shorts, sweatshirt, and hat for a day when she is out of town or I am in St. Joe. I didn't feel it was appropriate to tell her I like the Buffs so that will be our little secret.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, don't get me wrong.  I definitely support the Huskers, they are my team now...well, I am paying a lot of money to attend this school for 4 years of grad school so I might as well enjoy a community, excuse me, a STATE event.  But, as most of you know, I am not die hard anything unless starburst jellybeans, my bed, or One Tree Hill are mentioned.  Speaking of that, I wish I could be laying in my bed, watching One Tree Hill, while enjoying a bag of starburst jellybeans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My point is, I support my home state team, MU and my school team, UNL. BUT I will have to put on my best poker face so no one sees that I am cheating on them and not fully committed to one or the other.  (No, this does not suggest anything about my relationships; strictly my relationships with sports.)  So wish me luck because if I am not good at hiding my allegiance with MU or wear the wrong team name in public, I could be harmed.&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/8399934645836284517-5998919953568941215?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5998919953568941215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-may-be-skinned-alive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5998919953568941215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5998919953568941215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-may-be-skinned-alive.html' title='I may be skinned alive'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqPvyXN2JEI/AAAAAAAAAL8/6nxZqiKHoF4/s72-c/100_0118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-9089822042765300973</id><published>2009-09-04T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T10:30:41.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a FROSH all over again</title><content type='html'>Well, I have officially begun Graduate School! And after 3 weeks, I am officially exhausted! I have always been studious, but not like this. Every night when I get done with a full day of classes, I come back to the apartment to study.  BLAH!&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do believe there is such thing as studying too much, which I am already approaching.  Maybe I am worried that if I don't study every night, I won't be prepared and I will fail in what my professors first lectured, "Be PREPARED!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, preparation is overwhelming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, classes don't seem to be way over my head, but I have had my days when I think to myself, "How did I ever get accepted into Graduate School....they obviously weren't aware of what I DIDN'T know!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along with questioning my intellect, I am also starting to get lonely.  I do have a roommate, but we have such differing schedules we don't see much of each other, which makes it difficult to get to know each other, making for awkward evenings.  Due to how busy I have been getting organized and studying, I haven't had much of a chance to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqH2RI0zx4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/jJabT8BAuKY/s320/9926_953849406120_13914081_55992912_7708088_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377850204344272770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; explore Lincoln.  At this moment, it feels like I have been at a long, out of town conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, my classmates and I get along really well and we spend a lot of time together.  I have been carpooling with a couple of the girls to class, which has helped build relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, on a positive note...what I have seen of Lincoln has been very nice and a lot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of fun.  The other graduate students took us 'babies' to dinner at Old Chicago at the Haymarket, which was a great way to see the area and socialize with the rest of our group.  Hopefully, as time continues and I get into a rhythm, I will venture out and have more to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To ease the tension, the girls and I took a study break...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqH2QVqUN5I/AAAAAAAAALk/LNdFIwr7gT4/s320/9926_953867933990_13914081_55993716_8114791_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377850190610053010" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqH2Q33g3jI/AAAAAAAAALs/mEG3bUkpA1E/s320/9926_953849416100_13914081_55992913_2259319_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377850199792213554" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I may refer to my class as 'girls' but there is one guy, Alex/Al.  He just got married and spends every moment with his wife so there probably won't be any pictures of him with us.&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/8399934645836284517-9089822042765300973?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/9089822042765300973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-frosh-all-over-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/9089822042765300973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/9089822042765300973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-frosh-all-over-again.html' title='I&apos;m a FROSH all over again'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqH2RI0zx4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/jJabT8BAuKY/s72-c/9926_953849406120_13914081_55992912_7708088_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-1569644082287761859</id><published>2009-09-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T22:09:26.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough of California</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a nice morning hike and no snakes to be seen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1569644082287761859?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1569644082287761859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-get-enough-of-california.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1569644082287761859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1569644082287761859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/09/cant-get-enough-of-california.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough of California'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SqHx-g-etVI/AAAAAAAAALc/r5Xtk7UWO64/s72-c/100_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-1170576110039355394</id><published>2009-08-24T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:50:18.931-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hhttp://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNoQRgWuTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fL_dLCR24YA/s200/100_0194.JPGttp://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl4Lcp0dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tvaBaLP5Khk/s200/100_0180.JPG'/><title type='text'>I wish we all could be California girls</title><content type='html'>I really enjoy our trips out to California.  Not only is it ALWAYS great to see Scott, Jymme-lyn, William and Harrison &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl4pYYfyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yl5eSAbMpHc/s200/100_0181.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373750804238335778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl4Lcp0dI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tvaBaLP5Khk/s200/100_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373750796203184594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is also fun to explore the huge state.  We really have done quite a bit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disneyland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Santa Monic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a Pier and beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hiking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L.A. Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquarium&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Farmer's Mark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;et&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Malibu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tourist Day-Los Angeles Walk of Fame, Hollywood sign, Beverly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping (must I really add this?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't forget In-N-Out Burger and the list goes on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This particular trip was very exciting but also difficult because I probably won't be able to vis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it as often as I have been able to with graduate school beginning.  Unfortunately, my summers will be booked from now on and I will only be able to manage the usual Christmas and Spring Break trips.  Luckily, w&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e all have access to SKYPE, so we can chat and see each other whenever we choose.  I must say, if it weren't for technology, I tr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uly would feel out of touch with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have noticed how Will and Harry may be extremely mean to each other one moment and then the next, you catch them having a precious moment.  Will was giving Harry little drops of "pop" (actually water) by placing the straw on Harry's tongue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl5_C4f8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/9Toetkg_QdI/s200/100_0183.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373750827233607618" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both thought this was hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                        The also like to cause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNoQM6nbYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/b8i2pxYd7yU/s200/100_0189.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373753407937408386" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mischief together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...when it is quiet, something devious is happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like, playing in Belle's water dish and drinking from it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, they are both hard workers and Will is especially fond of yard work.  He is always lending a helping hand to Scott&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNoRO5FHJI/AAAAAAAAAJE/EhrvjiL1CIE/s200/100_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373753425647705234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes though, mowing the yard (or cleaning the grass) gets exhausting, but Will never leaves a job undone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNoQRgWuTI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fL_dLCR24YA/s200/100_0194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373753409169439026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be continued....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1170576110039355394?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1170576110039355394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-we-all-could-be-california-girls.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1170576110039355394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1170576110039355394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-we-all-could-be-california-girls.html' title='I wish we all could be California girls'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SpNl4pYYfyI/AAAAAAAAAIU/yl5eSAbMpHc/s72-c/100_0181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-2806009637252069327</id><published>2009-08-16T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:36:01.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohfER_VuuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bj1bJ1pRyeg/s1600-h/100_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohfD7pGDNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sH0dxIE9i5Y/s1600-h/100_0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd3TItrWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GimVc9DGp7s/s1600-h/100_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcE72id3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dZ5J-Bwj6jI/s1600-h/100_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaU7mdoAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/68T85JDkigQ/s1600-h/100_0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving day could not have happened, the way it did, without the help of some very gracious individuals. Sara and Matt, Daniel and Dave, Kevin, and my own family! Thank you all so much for your wonderful help, I really do appreciate it!&lt;div&gt;With all of your hard work, I now have a furnished apartment! Take a look:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaW5Vt4zI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KdSQlO4s81w/s200/100_0206.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641905034847026" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcCPq5L5I/AAAAAAAAAGs/p1KS-58Cn-E/s200/100_0205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643749275250578" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd2aqFTGI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OV7d_FFgxXs/s200/100_0122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370645745089465442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd3TItrWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/GimVc9DGp7s/s200/100_0207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370645760250326370" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hallway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd1XFJ0wI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hyXR-z0bpVY/s200/100_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370645726949397250" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaU7mdoAI/AAAAAAAAAGE/68T85JDkigQ/s200/100_0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641871282216962" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaVa47CHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Ie0KwggXmqM/s200/100_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641879681140850" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Balcony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;and the view: Target and Gordmans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd2_CkPMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/uUFJxDkW3c0/s200/100_0209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370645754855832770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohfER_VuuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bj1bJ1pRyeg/s200/100_0211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370647082792499938" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohfD7pGDNI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sH0dxIE9i5Y/s200/100_0210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370647076793617618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Living Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcDC10CKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/j1-4_XFSl1A/s200/100_0203.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643763011258530" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcCrEjVNI/AAAAAAAAAG0/DFkZRWHcafo/s200/100_0204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643756630627538" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Bedroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaV39e2BI/AAAAAAAAAGU/zslEgVlBVz8/s200/100_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641887484893202" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaWS1yy6I/AAAAAAAAAGc/YAIR28ZFGLE/s200/100_0130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370641894700403618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcE72id3I/AAAAAAAAAHM/dZ5J-Bwj6jI/s200/100_0201.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643795494991730" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sohd14pc77I/AAAAAAAAAHc/HLBwi9u3K3E/s200/100_0199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370645735960014770" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohcDiJQ4FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/var9rQirPE4/s200/100_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370643771414339666" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2806009637252069327?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2806009637252069327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-day-could-not-have-happened-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2806009637252069327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2806009637252069327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving-day-could-not-have-happened-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohaW5Vt4zI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KdSQlO4s81w/s72-c/100_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-5048295008890402141</id><published>2009-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:06:49.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Explain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohV8z3Mt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SrSZXFHal2Y/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason it has been several weeks since my last post is due to many factors:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    1. My last day of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohV8z3Mt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SrSZXFHal2Y/s200/100_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637058841556802" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Moving Day to Lincoln, NE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohV9rd_wwI/AAAAAAAAAFU/m6biM-cIqbI/s200/100_0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637073768235778" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  3. Unpacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohV-JYY0KI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VPy8OyzSQXQ/s200/100_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370637081797775522" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Back to St. Joseph, MO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohXthZmG_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6jQvri9tKB8/s200/100_0134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370638995210771442" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    5. Trip to L.A., CA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohXuM32LeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mXHPbI2AjWg/s200/100_0195.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370639006880378338" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                   6. Back to Lincoln, NE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**All the while, no internet!&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/8399934645836284517-5048295008890402141?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/5048295008890402141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5048295008890402141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/5048295008890402141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-me-explain.html' title='Let Me Explain'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohV8z3Mt0I/AAAAAAAAAFM/SrSZXFHal2Y/s72-c/100_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-7229769215473933496</id><published>2009-08-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:46:13.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohSBlxRfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1RkRbBj5qVU/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG'/><title type='text'>Where to Start?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize it has been far too long since my last post....is that how I began my last post? Not good! Well, I have been so busy it is hard for me to recall what I did 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;So, I will catch you up with my 'lasts' and then my 'firsts'.&lt;br /&gt;I ended my 3 years with the Meltons on the last week of July.  Dillon and I went all out! We went for a boat ride down the river, enjoyed a bike ride, cooled off in the pool, ate at our favorite places: Olive Garden, IHOP, and you guessed it!...Subway.  I have to say, since my time watching Dillon ended, I have not eaten at Subway, but I feel like I am always looking for one.  (for those that don't know, Dillon requested Subway for nearly, EVERY meal and typically got his wish.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPmQGTAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jXp11Uc2B_k/s200/100_0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370634083070528514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We had an interesting experience at Olive Garden.  Dillon just couldn't enjoy his last time at Olive Garden without me, unless he ordered some mussels.  I was quite weary; I knew there was no way he would actually enjoy them!  However, at age 11, he convinced me that he ordered them in Miami and absolutely loved them, so I said, yes.  Well, wouldn't you know, once those suckers came out so did the theatrics.  All of a sudden it was a chore to convince him to eat them! I tried one, the waiter discussed the texture, consistency, and taste and finally after a table full of women sitting next to us said, "come on, just throw it back and swallow it!" he finally tried one.  It was quite a dramatic afternoon...I had to leave the waiter a very nice tip to say the least, but it was all in fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohSBlxRfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1RkRbBj5qVU/s1600-h/100_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohSBlxRfEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/1RkRbBj5qVU/s200/100_0109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370632742911441986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that day, it started to rain, but he wouldn't let it get in his way of fun.  So, he put on his rain gear and rode around on his golf cart.  Then it was time for me to leave on my last day of work.  It was an emotional day, but I know that it will not be the last time I see Dillon and the Meltons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPJoQ0FI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HIx6x6m1vWE/s200/100_0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370634075387252818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPmQGTAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jXp11Uc2B_k/s1600-h/100_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPmQGTAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jXp11Uc2B_k/s1600-h/100_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPmQGTAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jXp11Uc2B_k/s1600-h/100_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/8399934645836284517-7229769215473933496?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7229769215473933496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-to-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7229769215473933496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7229769215473933496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-to-start.html' title='Where to Start?...'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SohTPmQGTAI/AAAAAAAAAFE/jXp11Uc2B_k/s72-c/100_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4807604084824069773</id><published>2009-07-24T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:17:09.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Weekends</title><content type='html'>Mom and dad have been visiting on the weekends lately.  They have been helping me slowly move stuff to St. Joe for the big move and complete some house work.  One project mom and dad worked hard on was installing a storm door.  Since dad is so manly and handy, he decided to do it himself-I noticed an expansion in his vocabulary.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06I-oQjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CzAR2sQVic8/s1600-h/100_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06I-oQjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CzAR2sQVic8/s200/100_0096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362226848529400370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first clue to how these 2 days of door installation would go, should have been when Steph read off the 'tools needed' list and one of which dad insisted wasn't necessary.  Well, those lists aren't lying, in fact we learned that on our 4th trip to Lowe's.  Then, we had to contain McDuff.  He LOVES to escape and run, run, run, so we came up with a way for him to stay in the house and not get away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1x-UvOaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wEluWqkAw9c/s1600-h/100_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1x-UvOaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wEluWqkAw9c/s200/100_0097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362227807742015906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Finally, mom and dad were successful in completing this project and we have a wonderful storm door that Gracie loves to look out of and it is nice to have some extra sunlight filtering the house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06TWULAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3WwyRtmqBJI/s1600-h/100_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06TWULAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3WwyRtmqBJI/s200/100_0104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362226851313101826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; While my parents were working on the door, I had my own project.  I wanted to paint an old lingerie chest to put in my apartment.  Well, the color turned out a bit, 'pinker' than I anticipated...this may take some getting used to.  Still, it looks better than before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06qNz5eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KwSXRtEJkd4/s1600-h/100_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06qNz5eI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KwSXRtEJkd4/s200/100_0095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362226857451447778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp07FyGIHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IhW_pFbE0SI/s1600-h/100_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp07FyGIHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/IhW_pFbE0SI/s200/100_0105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362226864851394674" /&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;I guess I have been in an artful mood lately because I also painted a picture to go above the fireplace at the new apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1xN5GY8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5UinKt45gec/s1600-h/100_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1xN5GY8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5UinKt45gec/s200/100_0098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362227794741191618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of our hard labor, Steph and I treated the family to a baseball game at Hammon's Field to see the Springfield Cardinals.  (this was actually dad's father's day gift, a little tardy).  It was the PERFECT night to go to the game and I'm happy we went as a family; I really do enjoy all of the great things we have done together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1xZ-a3UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tAr1j1UZ5MM/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp1xZ-a3UI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tAr1j1UZ5MM/s200/100_0101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362227797984730434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp07iXD5hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w4NsUWK6Zt8/s1600-h/100_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp07iXD5hI/AAAAAAAAAEU/w4NsUWK6Zt8/s200/100_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362226872522630674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4807604084824069773?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4807604084824069773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4807604084824069773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4807604084824069773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/busy-weekends.html' title='Busy Weekends'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Smp06I-oQjI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CzAR2sQVic8/s72-c/100_0096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-1652832891392201157</id><published>2009-07-17T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T09:18:57.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>Dillon and I have been keeping busy.  Of course, there are the days where we just don't want to do much at all, but then there are days like yesterday.  While I was helping Micki with house chores, Dillon was playing video games.  Then we went to Subway for lunch (like everyday-he is obsessed with tuna on flatbread; at least I know he is eating healthy!).  &lt;br /&gt;We followed lunch with some bike riding &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SmCkANaVL7I/AAAAAAAAADk/yZm3lz3G7UA/s1600-h/100_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SmCkANaVL7I/AAAAAAAAADk/yZm3lz3G7UA/s320/100_0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359463880077946802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I think we managed about 10 miles.  Dillon was going at an all time slow pace, when I was hoping to get a work out from the day.  Once I said, "why don't we pick up the pace?" I felt as if we had entered a race along side Lance Armstrong.  I was feeling it in muscles I wasn't aware existed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SmCkWMcXaHI/AAAAAAAAADs/ca_8UeXss8A/s1600-h/100_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SmCkWMcXaHI/AAAAAAAAADs/ca_8UeXss8A/s320/100_0094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359464257775167602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We cooled down with a nice smoothie and a dip in the pool when we got back to the house.  Before we knew it the day was over.  I can't believe how fast the summer has gone by.  In less than a month I will be moving to Nebraska and in exactly one month I will be starting Grad School! ahh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1652832891392201157?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1652832891392201157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1652832891392201157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1652832891392201157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SmCkANaVL7I/AAAAAAAAADk/yZm3lz3G7UA/s72-c/100_0092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-8399023319882145421</id><published>2009-07-12T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T08:05:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Time Coming</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I realize it has been a long time since I last posted anything.  Well rest assured, I will bring you up to speed!  &lt;br /&gt;I have been working everyday, which is why I haven't been keeping up with the blog.  When I get home, I am so exhausted that I eat dinner and go to bed.  While working, Dillon and I have done some fun and crazy things!  Over the 4th of July, I worked at the Lake of the Ozarks, watching Dillon.  We went to Big Surf, the waterpark, mini golf, looked at the million dollar boats at Port Arrowhead, watched movies, and on.  The most exciting thing we did was something called, "Downhill Ruckus".  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hYLNSEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSvgtYbB77A/s1600-h/100_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hYLNSEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSvgtYbB77A/s320/100_0060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586484042745922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We dove into a huge plastic ball, filled with a little water, and rolled down a hill in it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hypOLuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RfzwFstqxzw/s1600-h/100_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hypOLuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/RfzwFstqxzw/s320/100_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586491147955938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hoiaD6I/AAAAAAAAACs/wyQx9pJqonA/s1600-h/100_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hoiaD6I/AAAAAAAAACs/wyQx9pJqonA/s320/100_0061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357586488435019682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure if you call this bravery or stupidity! I was very apprehensive about this adventure, but was reassured by Dillon that when he did it before, they were harnessed in.  Well, naturally, the ball with the harnesses was sent to Germany for maintenance which meant we had to ride in the one with water and NO harness! That should have been the first red flag, the second should have been when I heard there were only 6 of these in the world.  Luckily, we made it out safely, but toward the end of our ride, I started to panic due to the increasing speed, very small space, and Dillon on my lap.  Then, the ball runs into a wall to stop it which means your head goes under water briefly, but unexpectedly.  On top of all of this, my swimsuit top malfunctioned and Dillon made evident that he noticed. Lets just say it was quite an experience, but one I don't ever care to repeat! Dillon LOVED it though...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln53zLAmKI/AAAAAAAAADM/2YSVZ2FZcyg/s1600-h/100_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln53zLAmKI/AAAAAAAAADM/2YSVZ2FZcyg/s320/100_0063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587968758421666" /&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;We went out on the boat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln53qsdwtI/AAAAAAAAADE/rzuHUaA49ZE/s1600-h/100_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln53qsdwtI/AAAAAAAAADE/rzuHUaA49ZE/s320/100_0065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357587966482825938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to watch the fireworks on the 4th, but fought with the weather.  It was actually pretty nice as we were leaving the dock, but right after the firework show ended, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln6vV8R2tI/AAAAAAAAADU/_9lP5VJXTY4/s1600-h/100_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln6vV8R2tI/AAAAAAAAADU/_9lP5VJXTY4/s320/100_0072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357588922984684242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the rain started pouring and we were caught in a thunderstorm.  It was pretty scary especially when you are surrounded by thousands of boats who are leaving at the exact same time, in the dark, during a storm.  We made it back to the condo without any harm, though just before the storm worsened!  &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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was leaving the lake early Sunday morning, I saw a family of ducks, all lined up in a row, headed down the lake.  I went to get my camera to take a picture, when I came back they were gone, but I found a couple of ducks swimming in the pool at the condo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln6vjemmiI/AAAAAAAAADc/41RPuik9aM0/s1600-h/100_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln6vjemmiI/AAAAAAAAADc/41RPuik9aM0/s320/100_0082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357588926618311202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-8399023319882145421?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/8399023319882145421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-coming.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8399023319882145421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/8399023319882145421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-time-coming.html' title='A Long Time Coming'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sln4hYLNSEI/AAAAAAAAACk/RSvgtYbB77A/s72-c/100_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-2606421317086026482</id><published>2009-07-02T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:10:07.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v9Y_A7GI/AAAAAAAAACM/H61fnbL3o_M/s1600-h/100_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v9Y_A7GI/AAAAAAAAACM/H61fnbL3o_M/s320/100_0056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988263738666082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last post could not be a better transition to this one.  This week, while spending time at the Melton's, a stray dog found its way to the bird feeder.  Dillon and Micki couldn't help but take the poor animal in and feed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v9t3II5I/AAAAAAAAACU/KG7uVIOHHr8/s1600-h/100_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v9t3II5I/AAAAAAAAACU/KG7uVIOHHr8/s320/100_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988269342729106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  It has obviously been wandering for quite some time now.  This adorable dog is so friendly and I wish so much that I could take him home! Unfortunately, I am moving and it definitely wouldn't be fair to Steph, not to mention what my father might do.  My heart just goes out to this animal and all the others that have no home due to irresponsible people (most of the time).  This dog is lucky; he came to the right home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v94unNbI/AAAAAAAAACc/MrZsB8hgYso/s1600-h/100_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v94unNbI/AAAAAAAAACc/MrZsB8hgYso/s320/100_0058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353988272259806642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-2606421317086026482?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/2606421317086026482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-could.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2606421317086026482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/2606421317086026482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-only-i-could.html' title='If only I could...'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sk0v9Y_A7GI/AAAAAAAAACM/H61fnbL3o_M/s72-c/100_0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-698696939055822061</id><published>2009-06-27T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:23:01.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal House</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4j0gRaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/1WaKTQMqh_s/s1600-h/100_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4j0gRaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/1WaKTQMqh_s/s320/100_0047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352027395216992322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't posted anything in quite sometime, but I have been keeping busy with nothing all that interesting to write about!  Well, this is the best I can do right now...&lt;br /&gt;My current employers LOVE animals and insects even.  They are always fishing creatures out of the pool in order to save its life and buying cat food to feed any cats in the neighborhood.  In the winter time they keep their garage door open for dogs that need a warm place to sleep and where most people don't want raccoons near their house, they enjoy watching the families eat food from their bird feeder.  Now, I have seen many different kinds of animals in the feeder because they can find some really good food in there.  You can find some bird feed, hamburgers, hot dogs, fruit, crackers, any left-overs, and my favorite-KrispyKreme Doughnuts! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kPN-5gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3CHhAoQZqjU/s1600-h/100_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kPN-5gI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3CHhAoQZqjU/s320/100_0048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352027402388039170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must say, they are the most animal-friendly people I have ever met!  Along with this, they love wild animals as pets such as the bird, Corkey and the rabbit, Peanut.  Of course they also have a dog, Daisy.  Their animals are precious, but Corkey must know that I don't like birds because he is down-right mean and violent towards me. I don't let him out of his cage because he will fly right at me and try to bite my fingers.  &lt;br /&gt;The living conditions for the animals are wonderful; they each live in a mansion.  Let me tell you, if I were an animal, I would want these people to be my care-takers!    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kV2dZSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7m0HJOx5c8w/s1600-h/100_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kV2dZSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/7m0HJOx5c8w/s320/100_0051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352027404168422690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kmrU-bI/AAAAAAAAACE/yFm4RE7znzU/s1600-h/100_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4kmrU-bI/AAAAAAAAACE/yFm4RE7znzU/s320/100_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352027408685136306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-698696939055822061?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/698696939055822061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/animal-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/698696939055822061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/698696939055822061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/animal-house.html' title='Animal House'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkY4j0gRaEI/AAAAAAAAABs/1WaKTQMqh_s/s72-c/100_0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4343573884748555382</id><published>2009-06-22T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:54:24.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie Mae Archer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkAZqKvR5BI/AAAAAAAAABk/boQ12rv1pbw/s1600-h/100_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkAZqKvR5BI/AAAAAAAAABk/boQ12rv1pbw/s320/100_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304569544008722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkAZp6lBM-I/AAAAAAAAABc/Zj_jvGaYuJA/s1600-h/102_4068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkAZp6lBM-I/AAAAAAAAABc/Zj_jvGaYuJA/s320/102_4068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350304565206004706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time draws closer to moving, I dread leaving my dog Gracie.  She is so lovable and fun.  The other day, mom said, "You are really going to miss that dog."  Well DUH! I don't want to think about it!  She really is like my child and I must say, Stephanie and I are darn good parents! (Although, I should give most of the credit to Stephanie since she spends more time with her.)  Knowing how much we all love Gracie, it is hard to imagine all of the other dogs and animals in the animal shelters who don't/won't get to experience loving, responsible owners.  It truly breaks my heart.  As Bob Barker always said, spay and neuter your animals so we don't have to think about the neglect and final punishment (euthanasia) of innocent, helpless animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4343573884748555382?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4343573884748555382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/gracie-mae-archer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4343573884748555382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4343573884748555382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/gracie-mae-archer.html' title='Gracie Mae Archer'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SkAZqKvR5BI/AAAAAAAAABk/boQ12rv1pbw/s72-c/100_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-1655013289457834268</id><published>2009-06-21T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:59:46.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the hometown of Cherry Mashes and the Pony Express</title><content type='html'>St. Joseph has really been growing on me since I have been visiting more often.  Maybe it is the theory of appreciating your roots or the fact that there really isn't any pressure when I go home; it is just family time.  Well, this weekend at home was interesting and busy.  Between appointments, work, and get-togethers with friends, it was difficult to find time for dad!  Actually, Steph and I had our own day with him which was special, but we weren't all able to be at one place at the same time.  Regardless of the logistics, I am happy to have time with my dad.  He is an amazing man who is always looking out for the best interest of others.  I am blessed to have such a kind-hearted father and I love him VERY much!&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj67RGcy30I/AAAAAAAAABU/1r6Fep7VU8I/s1600-h/100_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj67RGcy30I/AAAAAAAAABU/1r6Fep7VU8I/s320/100_0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349919309826285378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Steph was working with the 'dogs'-really just Lucy, but with our dogs, you can't put special attention on just one-physically you can't!  McDuff is the Diva/Depressed dog.  He expects full attention and only your best, but has been depressed since the addition of new dogs and some appearance issues.  He had 11 teeth pulled at once and now has no teeth to hold his tongue in his mouth. :( Gracie is anything but graceful!  She is a load of energy and doesn't halt, but it makes for a lot of fun!  Lucy is the mommy, a feminist, and we wonder if she was a linebacker once before; she's built like one.  They are such funny animals and I know life would just be boring without them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj668P1V5tI/AAAAAAAAABM/H7347QTFTKM/s1600-h/100_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj668P1V5tI/AAAAAAAAABM/H7347QTFTKM/s320/100_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349918951567910610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls (except me) got new phones this weekend at the cost of conversation.  They sat on the couch for too long playing on their phones.  No ones voice was heard while they were busy tapping on their keyboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, upon our return to heat and misery, Springfield proved us again that no plant can survive a measly weekend without a little water.  It would be our luck that the day we leave after a week of flooding and torrential downpours, mother nature deceives us and sucks the water out of every last leaf and petal!  I am thinking that Steph's hope to have a garden in the back yard may not work out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj65MSmu5QI/AAAAAAAAABE/k64X2zG6ak8/s1600-h/100_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj65MSmu5QI/AAAAAAAAABE/k64X2zG6ak8/s320/100_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349917028166591746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-1655013289457834268?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/1655013289457834268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-hometown-of-cherry-mashes-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1655013289457834268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/1655013289457834268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-to-hometown-of-cherry-mashes-and.html' title='Back to the hometown of Cherry Mashes and the Pony Express'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj67RGcy30I/AAAAAAAAABU/1r6Fep7VU8I/s72-c/100_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-6378068139741961735</id><published>2009-06-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T15:22:48.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj6ymMopRHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kAkOoli1y1Q/s1600-h/100_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj6ymMopRHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kAkOoli1y1Q/s320/100_0044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349909776659203186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I never saw myself as an apple person.  That is, a user of an Apple computer.  However, a new machine has come into my life and could not have made me any happier! I LOVE my iMac...it is absolutely amazing and I love my iPod Touch (it came for free with the purchase of my computer) just as much. It is so cool!  I can see another investment in the future, perhaps the iPhone but that is a hot seller right now, so I will wait until all the fuss dies down.  In fact, I was at the Apple Store in KC the first weekend it came out and people were waiting in line for the store to open.  I was really impressed with the organization of the employees and how they handled such madness.  I was at the store for some one on one assistance in transferring files from one computer to the iMac and making more sense of the capabilities of this computer, but of course I didn't get out of the store without getting some information, wanted or unwanted, about the new iPhone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-6378068139741961735?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/6378068139741961735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/apple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6378068139741961735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6378068139741961735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/apple.html' title='Apple'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sj6ymMopRHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/kAkOoli1y1Q/s72-c/100_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-6528750136222444229</id><published>2009-06-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:33:16.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv11YCMyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j0QmoLik-jo/s1600-h/4854_618947971484_34309188_36886818_1462860_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv11YCMyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j0QmoLik-jo/s320/4854_618947971484_34309188_36886818_1462860_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349139279766145170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had expected to be working a lot this summer, but due to the job market, economy and other factors it looks as though I have quite a bit of free time, specifically, 5 days a week.  So, I have filled my free time with packing and that also includes cleaning, re-organizing and getting rid of all the stuff I have accumulated over the years.  I am beginning to realize the challenges in down sizing; from a spacious house to a small apartment.  I filled 3 boxes with just books!  Hopefully, my roommate will not freak out when she watches me move into our apartment.  Now that I think about it, hopefully DAD won't freak out when he sees all of the stuff I am storing at his house!&lt;div&gt;At this time, I have managed to fill in my time pretty well, but not productively.  I watch a lot of TV and have discovered my love for wedding shows; Say Yes To The Dress is a favorite.  Also, I have been reading and shopping.  Now, I had not planned to spend much money at all this summer and instead save, save, save for grad school.  However, what else will I do with all of my spare time??!  Thankfully, my lovely banker-Mikki Harris-found my despair as an opportunity and asked me to watch her girls when needed.  I am so excited and hopefully I will be able to make up for some of my spending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-6528750136222444229?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/6528750136222444229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-summer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6528750136222444229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/6528750136222444229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-summer.html' title='The Last Summer'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv11YCMyJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/j0QmoLik-jo/s72-c/4854_618947971484_34309188_36886818_1462860_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-4471544402884118745</id><published>2009-06-19T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:15:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official-I'm a Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SjvxyvYsTNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RhjrWwyF94Y/s1600-h/102_4436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SjvxyvYsTNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RhjrWwyF94Y/s320/102_4436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134836448382162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SjvxaTRbP6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YufwdGPdoWs/s1600-h/102_4421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SjvxaTRbP6I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YufwdGPdoWs/s320/102_4421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349134416584851362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you probably know, I graduated from Missouri State University on May 15th, 2009 with my B.S. in Communication Sciences and Disorders.  I plan to pursue my Doctorate in Audiology and work with hopeful-qualifiers and recipients of cochlear implants through Aural (Re)habilitative strategies.  To do this, I must first go to grad school (University of Nebraska-Lincoln) and endure 3 more years of classes and serve a 4th year in a clinical practicum, somewhere. Wish me luck!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were about 2,000 individuals who graduated on that Friday with me, but in 3 different ceremonies which took place in the brand new arena thanks to John Q. Hammons (a very giving donor).  I was very lucky to have my support team with me; Mom, Dad, Stephanie and Grandpa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ceremony itself didn't exceed 90 minutes and when my turn came to walk I was rewarded with an empty diploma case...I STILL haven't received my diploma! Afterwords, we met Uncle Fred and Aunt Kim at a Brazilian Grill named Rodizio's; it was AWESOME!  We experienced about 10 different kinds of meat which were sliced table-side, plus a choice from a salad bar with 30 types of exotic toppers and sides; not your average salad.  Our selection for dessert was amazing and my personal favorite was the expresso with a banana rum liquor.  All I can say about this restaurant is that it IS an experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was sad to see the family leave the next day, but I am so happy to have the love and support from my wonderful family, near and far!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-4471544402884118745?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/4471544402884118745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official-im-graduate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4471544402884118745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/4471544402884118745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official-im-graduate.html' title='It&apos;s Official-I&apos;m a Graduate!'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/SjvxyvYsTNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/RhjrWwyF94Y/s72-c/102_4436.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8399934645836284517.post-7230023832239564084</id><published>2009-06-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:38:29.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv296O8X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/86HFQUaoALY/s1600-h/101_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv296O8X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/86HFQUaoALY/s320/101_3573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349140525896982402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I didn't think it would come to this, but it seems that keeping a blog may be the best way to keep up with everyone and everyone keep up with me!  It will also be a method to organize my life, hopefully.  My intent is to share my stories and experiences with everyone in a show-and-tell manner, if you will.  My sign I and II teacher has a blog and posts a new picture every day; her efforts have inspired me and I am going to try to do the same thing.  So, you can at least expect a new picture every day with a brief explanation if not a more detailed version of my day!  Let me know what you think as I get started...please send any suggestions or requests!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry Steph, but I couldn't resist.  Take a bite outta crime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8399934645836284517-7230023832239564084?l=kellylarcher.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/feeds/7230023832239564084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7230023832239564084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8399934645836284517/posts/default/7230023832239564084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kellylarcher.blogspot.com/2009/06/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Kelly Archer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07734785405887871304</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nICkAmpDdFY/Sjv296O8X4I/AAAAAAAAAA0/86HFQUaoALY/s72-c/101_3573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
