<?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-8921625202616742925</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:56:17.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life As I Know It</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-2707905831069979522</id><published>2011-03-28T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:25:47.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLy2ZtmpnM0/TZEHZ89BnII/AAAAAAAAASo/VkcOFonOoCY/s1600/166448_1711806867620_1011580861_31926005_2618369_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLy2ZtmpnM0/TZEHZ89BnII/AAAAAAAAASo/VkcOFonOoCY/s400/166448_1711806867620_1011580861_31926005_2618369_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to dust off the cobwebs on this thing. :)There are many changes that have transpired in my life in the past few months and I decided it's time to keep this blog a little more current to keep some of the friends and family updated on my happenings since I won't be seeing some of them as often! :)  When I went home for Christmas back in December I heard quite a bit of whispers and prompting from the Lord that some things needed to change...that is was time for a new direction to take place in my life.  At the time, I wasn't quite sure what that meant yet.  My good friend and carpool buddy to Arizona, Jean, talked to me a little bit about if I had though about going back to school.  Around that same time my dad and sisters had been asking the same thing.  That set the spark in my mind that maybe it was time.  I have a couple of years of college under my belt, but never finished.  This is something that I have intended to do for a long time.  I have been praying since December for God to continue to speak into me, to give me direction on the next steps.  I applied for my FASFA in January and decided to apply for a few colleges here in the Springs.  I got my acceptance letters to a few of them very soon after which was very exciting! Thinking through everything, I decided that if I was going to go back to school in the fall 2011, that I needed to keep my eye out for other jobs that might be a little less stressful and a little more flexible with my schedule, because juggling both a full time job and school will be tough.  On a whim, I applied for an Executive Assistant position at the Navigators, which is an awesome Christian ministy here in the Springs.  Got an interview days after and an offer for the position a week after that.  I couldn't believe the doors God was opening for me to make this college thing happen! I firmly believe this is the direction God has been wanting me to go for a while, but I have been too stubborn to listen until now.  Last Friday was my last day at Compassion and this Wednesday starts my new job at the Navigators.  I feel a huge stirring of great things to come and I can hardly wait! This is going to be such a fun rest of the year...new job, sister Megan's wedding, sister Anna moving to Colorado...and back to finish college! All I can say is...bravo God. You are truly my Lord and Saviour and I am so grateful for your loving guidance during this time of scary decisions! I must say...there are a few people at Compassion that I will miss working with SO MUCH.  You know who you are ;)  I wish I could hand pick the people I want to keep with my from Compassion and just take them all with me! Thankfully, they are all close enough to my heart that I know I will still see them often.  Thank you all for your love and support as I have been sorting out these next big steps in my life! More blogs to come on the new stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-2707905831069979522?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/2707905831069979522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=2707905831069979522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2707905831069979522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2707905831069979522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers.html' title='Whispers'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qLy2ZtmpnM0/TZEHZ89BnII/AAAAAAAAASo/VkcOFonOoCY/s72-c/166448_1711806867620_1011580861_31926005_2618369_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1675674845948586621</id><published>2010-08-18T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T12:12:10.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waterworks</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist sharing this video.&amp;nbsp; It had my waterworks flowing....completely heartbreaking and humbling at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Please take the time to watch this whole video....it's incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;embed type='application/x-shockwave-flash' salign='l' flashvars='&amp;amp;titleAvailable=true&amp;amp;playerAvailable=true&amp;amp;searchAvailable=false&amp;amp;shareFlag=N&amp;amp;singleURL=http://kdvr.vidcms.trb.com/alfresco/service/edge/content/400384a7-4ccb-4a53-9d48-1db6f97baa62&amp;amp;propName=kdvr.com&amp;amp;hostURL=http://www.kdvr.com&amp;amp;swfPath=http://kdvr.vid.trb.com/player/&amp;amp;omAccount=triblocaltvglobal&amp;amp;omnitureServer=kdvr.com' allowscriptaccess='always' allowfullscreen='true' menu='true' name='PaperVideoTest' bgcolor='#ffffff' devicefont='false' wmode='transparent' scale='showall' loop='true' play='true' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' quality='high' src='http://kdvr.vid.trb.com/player/PaperVideoTest.swf' align='middle' height='450' width='300'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faith that these two brothers have/had in God is truly inspiring.  What an amazing testimony of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-1675674845948586621?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/1675674845948586621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=1675674845948586621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1675674845948586621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1675674845948586621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/08/waterworks.html' title='Waterworks'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1151392960390250064</id><published>2010-07-28T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T08:32:52.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Left Foot"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TFBMnHgg32I/AAAAAAAAASA/CHAIEKFGjpk/s1600/myleftfoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TFBMnHgg32I/AAAAAAAAASA/CHAIEKFGjpk/s320/myleftfoot.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While trapped in my apartment with a stomach bug last weekend, I watched quite a few movies.&amp;nbsp; One of them was really interesting.&amp;nbsp; It's an older movie called, "My Left Foot".&amp;nbsp; The movie is a true story about the life of Christy Brown (suprisingly, this is a man), who had Cerebral Palsy.&amp;nbsp; This man was born in the 30's and grew up in a poor, Irish Catholic family somewhere in Ireland.&amp;nbsp; He was one of about 20 kids.&amp;nbsp; The movie showed all of the obstacles he and his family had to overcome caring for him in those conditions.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly, this guy went on to become a famous artist, creating paintings using only&amp;nbsp;his left foot (since that is the only limb he could control).&amp;nbsp; He ended up selling many of his painting around the world.&amp;nbsp; He also wrote a book, typing the whole thing on a typewriter also using only his left foot.&amp;nbsp; In his book he talks about what it was like growing up with his conditon, always being talked down to like he was dumb, even though he could understand everything everyone was telling him, he just couldn't communicate back to them or control his movements the way everyone else could to him.&amp;nbsp; He said it was like being trapped, his own body was his prison.&amp;nbsp; I have not read the book yet, but am definitely planning to order it.&amp;nbsp; The movie was so inspiring.&amp;nbsp; Daniel Day Lewis played the role of Christy Brown and did an AMAZING job portraying someone with Cerebral Palsy.&amp;nbsp; I recommend the movie to all of you.&amp;nbsp; I will let you know how the book is once I read it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here is a picture of the real Christy Brown:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TFBMy_QKVII/AAAAAAAAASI/ybEU4u3IX8Q/s1600/christy-brown-0508-lg-95848046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TFBMy_QKVII/AAAAAAAAASI/ybEU4u3IX8Q/s400/christy-brown-0508-lg-95848046.jpg" width="305" /&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/8921625202616742925-1151392960390250064?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/1151392960390250064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=1151392960390250064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1151392960390250064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1151392960390250064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-left-foot.html' title='&quot;My Left Foot&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TFBMnHgg32I/AAAAAAAAASA/CHAIEKFGjpk/s72-c/myleftfoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1288412675770946265</id><published>2010-07-21T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:28:44.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Opposite of Poverty is Enough"</title><content type='html'>One of my absolute favorite quotes penned by our President and CEO at Compassion International is, "The opposite of poverty is enough".&amp;nbsp; I have worked for Compassion for two years now and every day my heart grows bigger and bigger for the poor and the oppressed.&amp;nbsp; And as my heart grows for the poor, so does the sadness and anger I&amp;nbsp;feel at the senseless injustices I hear about and see through the experiences of other Compassion staff members.&amp;nbsp;Some of the stories&amp;nbsp;of what these little tiny children go through on a routine basis are completely heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked into the chapel service today at work, I didn't really know what to expect.&amp;nbsp; In all honesty, I was a little tired, not feeling well and had a million projects on my mind that I had to finish.&amp;nbsp; The speaker for the day, Shane Claiborne,&amp;nbsp;was announced, and when he walked on stage my attention was instantly caught.&amp;nbsp; Standing on the stage was a guy with dreadlocks down to the center of his back, big baggie cargo pants with pockets the size of buckets, a long loose fitting shirt, sandals and a red bandana tied around the top of his dreads with big, black thick framed glasses on his face.&amp;nbsp; My first thought was, 'Huh.&amp;nbsp; That's interesting'.&amp;nbsp; But when Shane began to speak I was immediately captivated.&amp;nbsp; His passionate speaking about the poor and how we can change poverty completely captivated me.&amp;nbsp; There was so much that he said that spoke to me, but I will only share one with you on this blog and then let you look him up from here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Shane talked about a newspaper he read many years ago that competely started a fire in him.&amp;nbsp; In fact, he carries the front page of that newspaper everywhere he goes, and he had the yellow, tattered newspaper page with him when he spoke to us. He waved the newspaper at us and said, "I noticed two things on the front of this newspaper as I was reading it.&amp;nbsp; First of all, the main article on the page is talking about children who are making grass into patties to eat in (enter the country here...sorry, I forget which country he said).&amp;nbsp;They were eating grass because they were starving and literally had nothing else to eat." The article was truly heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; "On the same page, the other headlining article is'The Growing Rate of Obesity in America'.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Coincidence? I personally don't think so. :)" The article went on to say how many American's live in access and convenience and not only overeat, but continuously throw away food that we don't eat.&amp;nbsp; One of the quotes that Shane said after that, I thought was profoundly powerful.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Millions of people die from poverty, but millions of people also die from wealth".&amp;nbsp; He explained how people who live in excess and overindulge tend to live reckless lives not only to their health, but to their souls. He went on with a disclaimer that not all wealthy people are like this, but a high percentage are. I thought he made a great point.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TEc6bPG6hAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BFFVJpals88/s1600/Shane-Claiborne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TEc6bPG6hAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BFFVJpals88/s200/Shane-Claiborne.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I encourage you to look up Shane Claiborne.&amp;nbsp; He is the author of the books, "The Irresistible Revolution", "Jesus for President" and others.&amp;nbsp; He leads a movement called &lt;em&gt;The Simple Way, &lt;/em&gt;a faith community in inner city Philadelphia that has helped connect radical faith communities around the world.&amp;nbsp; Shane spent 10 weeks working with Mother Teresa in Calcutta years ago and also spent time in Baghdad with the Iraq Peace Team.&amp;nbsp; Go check out his website: &lt;a href="http://www.thesimpleway.org/"&gt;http://www.thesimpleway.org/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;All I know is, what he had to say really spoke to me.&amp;nbsp; It makes me so thankful to have a roof over my head and food in my mouth, and to live in a country where I have many more freedoms than most.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God doesn't &lt;em&gt;suggest&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;we help the poor, he &lt;em&gt;commands&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who oppresses the poor is insulting God who made them. To help the poor is to honor God." &lt;br /&gt;-Proverbs 14:31 &lt;br /&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/8921625202616742925-1288412675770946265?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/1288412675770946265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=1288412675770946265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1288412675770946265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1288412675770946265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/07/opposite-of-poverty-is-enough.html' title='&quot;The Opposite of Poverty is Enough&quot;'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TEc6bPG6hAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BFFVJpals88/s72-c/Shane-Claiborne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-8187144557686241989</id><published>2010-07-10T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:58:21.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Thinking of my grandpa a lot tonight.&amp;nbsp; I've had dreams of him off and on since he passed away in March.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I miss him.&amp;nbsp; I wish I would have called him and told him more often what he meant to me and how much I loved him.&amp;nbsp; And I wish I would have been there this last Thanksgiving when he went to Arizona to see the rest of the family.&amp;nbsp; Not being there has been haunting me.&amp;nbsp; At least I would have gotten to see him one more time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pounds into my head how precious every single moment is with everyone that you love on this earth.&amp;nbsp; You never know when someone's time will come so make every moment count.&amp;nbsp; It's important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-8187144557686241989?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/8187144557686241989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=8187144557686241989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8187144557686241989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8187144557686241989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-3803263662776305871</id><published>2010-07-06T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:35:40.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TDN1uqCrEyI/AAAAAAAAARw/T3zwj1QbLfI/s1600/Lightning_Storm_Arizona_8102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TDN1uqCrEyI/AAAAAAAAARw/T3zwj1QbLfI/s400/Lightning_Storm_Arizona_8102.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though I was a little envious of not getting to be with all my family over 4th of July, I still had a wonderful Independence Day with one of my adoptive Colorado families.&amp;nbsp; LeAnn is a co-worker of mine and a very dear friend.&amp;nbsp; She is married and has 3 awesome kids (who are grown, around my age).&amp;nbsp; I spent the day with LeAnn and her husband and her son and his wife.&amp;nbsp; We had some BBQ in the park for a good portion of the afternoon until the heavens opened up and niagra falls came out.&amp;nbsp; Let me tell you, God created a WAY better fireworks show that night than any man-made ones I have ever seen.&amp;nbsp; We had rain like I haven't seen in a LONG time, topped off with some golfball sized hail.&amp;nbsp; It was quite the event! I ended up playing cards with the Vasquez family until about 10pm that night...it was great! I hope you all had a nice time with your friends and family. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-3803263662776305871?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/3803263662776305871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=3803263662776305871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3803263662776305871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3803263662776305871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/07/gods-fireworks.html' title='God&apos;s Fireworks'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TDN1uqCrEyI/AAAAAAAAARw/T3zwj1QbLfI/s72-c/Lightning_Storm_Arizona_8102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-3655879668506841068</id><published>2010-06-25T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T18:02:04.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Juices</title><content type='html'>I was doing some spring cleaning in my closet and I found a folder full of poetry I had written for my English class in highschool.&amp;nbsp; It was was kind of fun looking through all of them again....takes me back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was one that I had written right after the Columbine high school shootings.&amp;nbsp; I won first place and a sweet $100 bucks in this poetry contest and got it published.&amp;nbsp; Although I can't tell you today what book it was published in.&amp;nbsp;The poem is called 'A Normal Day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It started out a normal day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I grabbed my books and was on my way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The familiar faces, the noisy halls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of the classrooms with stark, white walls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I took my place in the usual seat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Working quietly despite the heat.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heart the chattering and casual talk;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The passing gossip, the screech of the chalk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then all of a sudden, a shot rang out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There was screaming and panic and running around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't tell what had been done,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just remember the screams to run.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then I saw them coming my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to get out of there, or I would pay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The bangs continued to echo the halls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Followed by the sounds of terrified calls.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They begged for mercy, the begged for a chance,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But they didn't even give them a second glance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They just laughed and said, "You are too little too late,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For today you will reach your final fate."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I laid there in my hiding place,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying desperately not to show my face.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sobbed, trembling, all alone,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I wanted was to be at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is this happening? How can it be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought it could happen to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why so much violence? Why the pain? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing to accomplish! Nothing to gain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where were my friends? I did not know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just prayed that they had found a safe place to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the noise died down, I could scarecely move.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just what was it they were trying to prove?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We all started creeping out of our spaces,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only to find white, ghostly faces.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I turned away, how could this be?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wounds and lifeless bodies were all I could see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I frantically searched all around, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But my best friend could not be found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I screamed in desperation and called out her name,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feared the worst, that she had been slain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I continued to search, as the red lights drove in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They asked me questions; I didn't know where to begin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they began to bring the bodies out,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I shuttered and let out a gasping shout,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For laying there, with a sheet on her head,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lay my best friend, shot dead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the violence? Why the pain? There is nothing to accomplish...nothing to gain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-By Kelsey Donahue, 2001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-3655879668506841068?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/3655879668506841068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=3655879668506841068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3655879668506841068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3655879668506841068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/06/creative-juices.html' title='Creative Juices'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-3480250633345907723</id><published>2010-06-23T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T09:19:14.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TCIymtzCpQI/AAAAAAAAARo/2XWop_vDAME/s1600/Waiting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TCIymtzCpQI/AAAAAAAAARo/2XWop_vDAME/s320/Waiting.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quietly, patiently, lovingly God replied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;"Wait? You say, wait! " my indignant reply.&lt;/div&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;/div&gt;By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I can relate&lt;br /&gt;hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,&lt;br /&gt;or even a 'no' to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, You promised that if we believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;we need but to ask, and we shall receive.&lt;/div&gt;And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;As my Master replied once again, "You must wait."&lt;br /&gt;So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut&lt;br /&gt;and grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting.... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,&lt;/div&gt;And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.&lt;/div&gt;I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want--But, you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;&lt;/div&gt;You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know that I give and I save.... (for a start),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;/div&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST.&lt;/div&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-Anonymous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-3480250633345907723?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/3480250633345907723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=3480250633345907723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3480250633345907723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3480250633345907723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/06/wait.html' title='Wait'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TCIymtzCpQI/AAAAAAAAARo/2XWop_vDAME/s72-c/Waiting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-5468393054840225611</id><published>2010-06-17T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:52:27.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Life Lessons Learned by Age 26</title><content type='html'>Here are 26 life lessons I have learned by the ripe young age of 26:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) God is real. Very real. &lt;br /&gt;2.) No matter how how you try, not everyone is going to like you. So deal with it. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Never enter a public restroom without moist towlettes. &lt;br /&gt;4.) Love is not about finding the perfect person.&amp;nbsp; It is about seeing the imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Don't substitude dishwashersoap with hand soap if you run out.&amp;nbsp; Bad things will happen. &lt;br /&gt;6.) You see people very differently from adult eyes than you did when you had kid eyes. &lt;br /&gt;7.) Country music will never be good.&amp;nbsp; No matter how hard you try to get me be 'cultured' with it.&lt;br /&gt;8.) The best friends you will have in your life are the ones who will tell you the truth, not just what you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Keep your family close to your heart and always cherish them, even&amp;nbsp;if you don't hear&amp;nbsp;from them often.&amp;nbsp; They are the most&amp;nbsp;important people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;10.) You will get your heart broken&amp;nbsp;at least a couple of times in your life&amp;nbsp;up to this point. And you will have to try&amp;nbsp;to find a way to push forward.&lt;br /&gt;11.) &amp;nbsp;Don't bring hard boiled eggs to eat for lunch at work.&amp;nbsp; Because you get seriously funny looks from co-workers who not so subtly throw beano at you.&lt;br /&gt;12.) Time doesn't necessarily heal all wounds. It just makes them easier to compartmentalize. &lt;br /&gt;13.) No one.&amp;nbsp; And I mean NO one....should EVER wear skinny emo pants.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;14.) The phrase, 'God will never give you more than you can handle' is a man-made phrase.&amp;nbsp;He DOES give you more than you can handle so that you can rely on Him for those things that you can't get through on your own strength.&lt;br /&gt;15.) There is nothing more beautiful than sitting on a beach looking at a big blue ocean.&lt;br /&gt;16.)&amp;nbsp; Some people are just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;17.) Don't take yourself too seriously.&amp;nbsp; No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;18.) It's ok to get angry with God.&amp;nbsp; He can take it. &lt;br /&gt;19.) Don't compare your life with others.&amp;nbsp; You have no idea what their journey is about.&lt;br /&gt;20.) Life is too short for long pity parties.&amp;nbsp; Either get busy living, or get busy dying. &lt;br /&gt;21.) Be eccentric now.&amp;nbsp; Don't wait for old age to have blue hair.&lt;br /&gt;22.) Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful, or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;23.) God loves you because of who GOD IS.&amp;nbsp; Not because of anything you did or didn't do. &lt;br /&gt;24.) If you don't ask, you don't get.&lt;br /&gt;25.) Make peace with your past so it doesn't screw up your present.&lt;br /&gt;26.) And last but not least...........life is not tied with a bow, but it's still a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5468393054840225611?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5468393054840225611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5468393054840225611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5468393054840225611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5468393054840225611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/06/26-life-lessons-learned-by-age-26.html' title='26 Life Lessons Learned by Age 26'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-4009171393053949043</id><published>2010-06-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T14:29:01.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter is the Best Medicine, Except When Your Not Supposed To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TA61T6rUyJI/AAAAAAAAARg/TEvAcHqqtxU/s1600/18842_1298134566071_1011580861_30933906_3134238_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TA61T6rUyJI/AAAAAAAAARg/TEvAcHqqtxU/s320/18842_1298134566071_1011580861_30933906_3134238_n.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was sitting in a relatively boring 'how to communicate effectively through writing' meeting with my team at work, and one of my co-workers sitting next to me was cracking jokes and got me laughing hysterically at the most awkward timing...then the snowball got rolling and he started laughing then it made me laugh more, which made him laugh more to where I had tears rolling down my face. All the while I am trying not to let the teacher see me for fear she would think I was making fun of her.&amp;nbsp; This got me thinking about a time about 5 or 6 years ago when&amp;nbsp;my family and I went&amp;nbsp;to my youngest sister's talent show at their high school, which is a private Christian school.&amp;nbsp; I was sitting next to my sister Megan and we were listening to the good and some of the...lets just say...not so good talents.&amp;nbsp; I was trying to respectfully watch and just try to be appreciative of their bravery for getting up on the stage. Pretty soon this young girl gets up on the stage and starts singing in the most awful pitch I have ever heard in my life...and boy is she doing it with gusto! I instantly knew that I could not look at my sister Megan sitting next to me for fear that the laughter would be released.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough, out of the corner of my eye, I see my sister Megan turn her head directly to me with a huge Cheshire Cat grin on her face......and I just LOST it....I tried so so hard to keep it in, but something in me that day just didn't have the capability and I started laughing hysterically...and LOUDLY to the point where I was crying.&amp;nbsp; I FELT SO BAD! But I honest to goodness had no capacity in me whatsoever to contain it.&amp;nbsp; Then because of my reaction my sister Megan loses it and starts also laughing to the point of tears and we couldn't stop for almost the whole song.&amp;nbsp; Thank GOODNESS that poor little girl up on the stage did not hear us...I felt so bad...we were more laughing at each other than her, but I can't imagine how she would have felt had she heard us.&amp;nbsp; I DID however get the poison look of death from my mom when she saw us laughing uncontrollably...That pretty much said it all! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh the memories. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8921625202616742925-4009171393053949043?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/4009171393053949043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=4009171393053949043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4009171393053949043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4009171393053949043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/06/laughter-is-best-medicine-except-when.html' title='Laughter is the Best Medicine, Except When Your Not Supposed To'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TA61T6rUyJI/AAAAAAAAARg/TEvAcHqqtxU/s72-c/18842_1298134566071_1011580861_30933906_3134238_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-5542926613699610324</id><published>2010-06-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:55:45.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Colorado</title><content type='html'>It is finally starting to act like a summer here.&amp;nbsp; The sun has been coming out, the grass is green, the skies are blue, and the beautiful Colorado that I moved here for is finally showing her pretty face! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TAfd62lIw1I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZiWPTisyBSs/s1600/Estherline%27s+Pictures+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TAfd62lIw1I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZiWPTisyBSs/s400/Estherline%27s+Pictures+073.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;On a completely different note, I had some weird and disturbing dreams last night.&amp;nbsp; I had a dream that my sisters little dog had another batch of puppies. And they were SO cute! But in my dream, they were outside with momma dog and a possum came up and snatched one and took it away to eat it!! And all I could hear is this high pitched yelping coming from the bushes and I couldn't get to it to save it! It was an aweful dream! I wondering if it was one of those random message dreams that God sometimes gives, like when the skinny cow ate the fat cow.&amp;nbsp; This somehow seems much more disturbing though. Here is a picture of my sisters pups when they were born last year...they are adorable! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TAfdd9wak9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wf41MOy8lqg/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TAfdd9wak9I/AAAAAAAAARQ/wf41MOy8lqg/s400/untitled.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here's to hoping I have better dreams this week! This week is flying by, which I'm grateful for.&amp;nbsp; Gotta love the weekends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5542926613699610324?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5542926613699610324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5542926613699610324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5542926613699610324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5542926613699610324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/06/home-sweet-colorado.html' title='Home Sweet Colorado'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/TAfd62lIw1I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZiWPTisyBSs/s72-c/Estherline%27s+Pictures+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-2266014751011707777</id><published>2010-05-21T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:14:01.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, The Bad, and the Sad.</title><content type='html'>Wow! It has seriously been a long time since I have blogged.&amp;nbsp; I thought today was probably the day! Life has been kind of a whirlwind lately.&amp;nbsp; It has been good.&amp;nbsp; This year has been decidedly better than last year.&amp;nbsp; Mainly due to a drastic life attitude adjustment on my own part.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, last year was just tough for me...I had slowly been creeping into this negative attitude about life and human nature in general.&amp;nbsp; I felt like I wasn't where I expected to be at that point in my life.&amp;nbsp; But that has all changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not completely sure why, but have had a renewed hope about life in general starting about 6 months ago.&amp;nbsp; I think it is God holding me on His lap saying, 'Kelsey, I am still here.&amp;nbsp; Even though you don't always see me, or can't see me working how you would like me to work, I know what I am doing. I am in control and I am holding you in my arms."&amp;nbsp; I just feel this huge blanket of comfort and peace and feel fully confident that God can still do a great work in me yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very intentional in the past months about going out more and being as sociable and active as I possibly can.&amp;nbsp; I've been spending time with friends that I haven't seen in a while, I've been going to the gym, and I've been more actively participating in events at church and work.&amp;nbsp; I think that for me, the more I let myself slip into&amp;nbsp;sitting home&amp;nbsp;alone, the easier it is to slip into negativity.&amp;nbsp; Surrounding myself with friends and family have been the best thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Even though this year has been a good year for me personally,&amp;nbsp;it has still had some significant&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hardships...though I feel that these hardships have helped me to maintain a proper perspective on appreciating the little things in life.&amp;nbsp;I lost my sweet Grandpa Tom suddenly in March.&amp;nbsp; He was so special to me.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Only 68 years old...I have never in my life seen him without a mischievious grin on his face.&amp;nbsp; He was always known for his big grandious stories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I loved him very much and I have nothing but fun memories of him.&amp;nbsp; It&amp;nbsp;was hard to see my mom&amp;nbsp;grieving at the loss of her daddy.&amp;nbsp; Seeing any family member in pain like that&amp;nbsp;is a tough thing.&amp;nbsp; There isn't a day that has gone by that I haven't thought of&amp;nbsp;him.&amp;nbsp; It has really made me appreciate every spare moment I get&amp;nbsp;with my family and the precious time I have&amp;nbsp;with them on this earth.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_alMNhoLBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YBqAXXZ2q1s/s1600/26588_110619705615455_100000022788907_259899_5962163_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_alMNhoLBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YBqAXXZ2q1s/s400/26588_110619705615455_100000022788907_259899_5962163_n.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This past weekend I lost a friend&amp;nbsp;to stomach cancer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Zach was one of the first people I met when moving to Colorado Springs.&amp;nbsp; I went to a Saturday night church service&amp;nbsp;that he and his family&amp;nbsp;went to at Pulpit Rock church and was in several&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;small Bible study groups with him.&amp;nbsp;He always made me feel so welcome and included.&amp;nbsp;The example of his life really touched me.&amp;nbsp; The character and genuineness of him and&amp;nbsp;his family was truly an inspiration to me.&amp;nbsp; Zach was extremely funny and wise.&amp;nbsp; He loved the Lord with all of his heart and it poured out of every part of his body.&amp;nbsp; His death really affected me in a strong way, even though I haven't seen him in a while.&amp;nbsp; I keep thinking to myself, 'now THAT is the kind of person I want to be for God.&amp;nbsp; THAT is the kind of legacy I want to leave behind to my spouse and my children.' I truly believe that when he passed on Sunday, God scooped him up in his arms and said, 'Well done my good and faithful servant.&amp;nbsp; Welcome home.' :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_al1aRhAGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9ys0yhapd1M/s1600/Zach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_al1aRhAGI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9ys0yhapd1M/s320/Zach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am hoping to make many more positive changes in my life over the next few years.&amp;nbsp; I don't know exactly what that means yet, but I just know that I want to live a good life, with a good attitude and one that is pleasing to God.&amp;nbsp; I could write so much more, but I think I'll leave it to that today.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping to keep up with this writing thing...maybe one of those positive changes. :) Have a good day my friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&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/8921625202616742925-2266014751011707777?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/2266014751011707777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=2266014751011707777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2266014751011707777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2266014751011707777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2010/05/wow-it-has-seriously-been-long-time.html' title='The Good, The Bad, and the Sad.'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_alMNhoLBI/AAAAAAAAAQY/YBqAXXZ2q1s/s72-c/26588_110619705615455_100000022788907_259899_5962163_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-544172161839731510</id><published>2009-09-11T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T12:07:29.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I have this amazing stepdad...and he's an artist</title><content type='html'>I couldn't resist the opportunity to share with you some of my stepdad's most recent paintings.  He has switched his focus to abstract art, which I must say, is amazing.  I would love to just put his paintings in every room of my house. Take a look at some of his most recent work...(and yes...he sells them, so if some of you are interested, let me know!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfdPr3q9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/lUEFoL-ZnDg/s1600-h/n1196731188_73486_1737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfdPr3q9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/lUEFoL-ZnDg/s400/n1196731188_73486_1737.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288029623036882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/Sqqfcil4L-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/5uDmFfQ3RyQ/s1600-h/n1196731188_73513_7091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/Sqqfcil4L-I/AAAAAAAAAPs/5uDmFfQ3RyQ/s400/n1196731188_73513_7091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288017518309346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfcX8NBzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CCX8z5E5d9Y/s1600-h/n1196731188_73488_2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfcX8NBzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/CCX8z5E5d9Y/s400/n1196731188_73488_2067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288014659159858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfbzTCS_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/prb8RfMLO9Q/s1600-h/n1196731188_73485_1626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfbzTCS_I/AAAAAAAAAPc/prb8RfMLO9Q/s400/n1196731188_73485_1626.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288004822813682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfbTQ6BoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/--1nC9amECM/s1600-h/n1196731188_73487_1951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfbTQ6BoI/AAAAAAAAAPU/--1nC9amECM/s400/n1196731188_73487_1951.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380287996223948418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/Sqqfr-Cy7-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JPxOGDjVbok/s1600-h/Family+Visit+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/Sqqfr-Cy7-I/AAAAAAAAAQE/JPxOGDjVbok/s400/Family+Visit+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288282585395170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfrbrQkAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/f9vhN8o6XQQ/s1600-h/n1196731188_98863_6615.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfrbrQkAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/f9vhN8o6XQQ/s400/n1196731188_98863_6615.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380288273359867906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-544172161839731510?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/544172161839731510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=544172161839731510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/544172161839731510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/544172161839731510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-have-this-amazing-stepdadand-hes.html' title='So I have this amazing stepdad...and he&apos;s an artist'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SqqfdPr3q9I/AAAAAAAAAP0/lUEFoL-ZnDg/s72-c/n1196731188_73486_1737.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-3251330113011084483</id><published>2009-05-11T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:21:41.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Regroup</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since I have blogged.  A lot has happened since I wrote last, but I’ve been too lazy to put it all into writing.  I guess I could start with my car accident.  On April 2nd we had a huge blizzard in Colorado Springs.  Our work closed down at about 1pm due to the weather conditions.  By this time though, the storm was so bad that you could barely see your hand in front of you and the roads were completely iced over.  I turned right to come out of my office and was not even a mile down the road when I saw a car two cars ahead do a donut in the middle of the road.  I thought...”Not good”. Sure enough, the car directly in front of me slammed on her breaks and slid into the curb with the back of her car sticking into the lane I was in.  I of course braked, but with the roads solid ice my breaks did nothing and I slid right into the back of her car. Then the car behind me crushed me in between him and the car in front of me completing smashing my car like an accordion.  Thankfully, the only injuries I had were some bad whiplash and a sprained wrist, but my car didn’t make it out so good.  She was completely totaled.  So after waiting in my car for almost an hour and a half for emergency crew I finally was taken out and my car towed away.  A few weeks later I received a settlement from my insurance company for my car and was able to get a new one….here are the new wheels! (2008 Nissan Sentra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghBvghgz0I/AAAAAAAAALE/8edkNbOEyMs/s1600-h/1459810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghBvghgz0I/AAAAAAAAALE/8edkNbOEyMs/s200/1459810.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586043060506434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghB28DCPRI/AAAAAAAAALM/A0cRqf-pOvw/s1600-h/nissan-sentra-se-r-spec-v-2007-20070627044212136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghB28DCPRI/AAAAAAAAALM/A0cRqf-pOvw/s200/nissan-sentra-se-r-spec-v-2007-20070627044212136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586170707950866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite the yucky situation, I feel like God was really watching out for me.  I could have been injured much worse, especially considering the condition of my car, and everything with my insurance went very smoothly.  &lt;br /&gt;April 8th I turned 25.  I have to be honest…I don’t feel old by any means, but this age feel strange to me.  I’m not early 20’s anymore but not quite late 20’s either.  Turning 25 has also made me question a lot of things about direction in my life and what the next 5 years are going to bring.  I’ve thought a lot about that lately but am not going to really get into that now. I decided that this year I wanted to treat myself to a little birthday vacation so I went to southern Cali for a week to visit a good friend of mine out there.  We went to Disneyland, did some BBQ’s, went to the beach, went to a club.  I had a really nice time.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCDc_0jcI/AAAAAAAAALU/67HCUg_2rJg/s1600-h/3131_1133285044936_1011580861_30392538_3242238_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCDc_0jcI/AAAAAAAAALU/67HCUg_2rJg/s200/3131_1133285044936_1011580861_30392538_3242238_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586385711271362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCK3E5LTI/AAAAAAAAALc/jVt21iQDRYU/s1600-h/3131_1133284964934_1011580861_30392536_5873517_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCK3E5LTI/AAAAAAAAALc/jVt21iQDRYU/s200/3131_1133284964934_1011580861_30392536_5873517_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586512970951986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCTFjAxoI/AAAAAAAAALk/zc10vpx4FvU/s1600-h/3131_1133283084887_1011580861_30392521_3436372_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghCTFjAxoI/AAAAAAAAALk/zc10vpx4FvU/s200/3131_1133283084887_1011580861_30392521_3436372_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334586654294328962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been questioning whether or not I want to stay in Colorado.  It’s just not like it used to be.  I love it here, it’s a wonderful place, but I’m feeling pretty stagnant out here right now.  There are times where I feel like I should just pack up everything and move to Indiana and work for my dad and the family business.  Cost of living there is about half of what it is here it would be nice to save up some money and be close to family at the same time.  I also think about going back to Arizona sometimes, although I never really felt like I could call that place ‘home’.  After high school I never felt like Arizona was a good fit for me.  Maybe I just have that gene in me that always wants to try something new.  For my friends reading this, don’t get excited, I haven’t decided to pack up everything and leave at this point. :) It’s just something I think about from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;There has been a lot of other things going on in between all of this, but I don’t really have time this morning to get it all down.  I just wanted to do a quick catch-up blog. For my wonderful and amazing mother, Happy Mother’s Day! I couldn’t ask for a more loving and devoted mother.  I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-3251330113011084483?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/3251330113011084483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=3251330113011084483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3251330113011084483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3251330113011084483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-regroup.html' title='Time to Regroup'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SghBvghgz0I/AAAAAAAAALE/8edkNbOEyMs/s72-c/1459810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1152825185500431503</id><published>2009-01-20T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:18:18.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Mr. President</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SXYxcdeLOwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hUWgWkx0eBQ/s1600-h/george-w-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SXYxcdeLOwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hUWgWkx0eBQ/s320/george-w-bush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293472777037888258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Suzanne had this posted on her blog today and I thought it was so fitting for everything I am feeling today.  So much focus on the new President, but I just felt like honoring our old President today.  Whether you liked him or not, he deserves your respect and gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;I guess the time has come for you to,&lt;br /&gt;Pack up all your things and turn the page,&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking as you left,&lt;br /&gt;I’d try to write a song to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;What so many of us want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you must have had,&lt;br /&gt;For all the prayers I’m sure you prayed,&lt;br /&gt;For how you tried to lead us when the way was so unclear,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure it wasn’t always evident,&lt;br /&gt;But thank you Mr. President!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Mr. President,&lt;br /&gt;You will not be forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;All the courage and the hope you helped us find,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine how it felt,&lt;br /&gt;To stand where you were standing,&lt;br /&gt;And to try to make the calls you thought were right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you must have had,&lt;br /&gt;That put those lines around your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;For how you carried the weight,&lt;br /&gt;Even when the lights went out,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you’ll never know how much it meant,&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;When they write about the past,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody has their say,&lt;br /&gt;From all of us who know,&lt;br /&gt;You gave us everything you could,&lt;br /&gt;We hope you will remember this,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Mr. President!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Mr. President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-1152825185500431503?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/1152825185500431503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=1152825185500431503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1152825185500431503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1152825185500431503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-mr-president.html' title='Thank You Mr. President'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SXYxcdeLOwI/AAAAAAAAAKs/hUWgWkx0eBQ/s72-c/george-w-bush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-2519388501215553610</id><published>2009-01-12T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:29:19.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk About Star Wars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWuZc_0p7oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rteIpucmerY/s1600-h/Star_Wars_334985a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWuZc_0p7oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rteIpucmerY/s320/Star_Wars_334985a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290490910724451970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I holed up in my house and watched Star Wars.  Yes...I watched all three.  Star Wars: A New Hope, Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back, and Star Wars: Return of the Jedi. I know...I already sound like a huge nerd.  But I must say, the original Star Wars trilogy is one of my favorite trilogies of all time.  It's such a classic that really cannot be beat. As I was watching the Empire Stikes back yesterday I realized  that Luke (Mark Hamill) looked a lot different to me in this movie then he did in the first movie.  First of all, it looked like he had aged about ten years from the first, and secondly, his face looked a lot puffier to me.  I did a little research on this and in doing so found out that after the filming of the first Star Wars movie, Mark Hamill was in a serious car accident and messed up his face pretty badly.  Hence the difference in appearance.  If you look closely in the Empire Stikes back you can see a new scar on his upper lip. Of course...this doesn't really explain how he aged ten years.  Stress maybe? I was never a fan of Carrie Fisher as Princess Leiah. There is something about her that has always bugged me.  I don't know if it's the fact that she looks like she is 15 but has the voice of an old woman or if it's the fact that she just looks like she would be a downright mean person in real life. (She was 19 when the first one was filmed by the way).Harrison Ford is of course brilliant as Han Solo.  I had read somewhere that this was his first time ever acting (at age 34).  Apparently he was contracted as a carpenter or something on the set and tried out for the role of Han Solo on a whim and nailed it.  And the legend of Harrison Ford was born. Chewbacca is such a great character.  Not only is he tall and make entertaining gurgling sounds that no other human being can properly mimic, but he kicks a lot of booty. Does anyone know who the actor was who played Chewey? I haven't figured that one out yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These movies are just great.  Yes, the lines are extremely cheesy, yes, the technology is somewhat lacking at some points, but it doesn't matter.  I think George Lucas did such an amazing job at writing this extremely entertaining Sci-Fi series. That's all I wanted to say....besides Yoda is the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-2519388501215553610?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/2519388501215553610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=2519388501215553610' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2519388501215553610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2519388501215553610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-about-star-wars.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk About Star Wars.'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWuZc_0p7oI/AAAAAAAAAKk/rteIpucmerY/s72-c/Star_Wars_334985a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-5653676733187215449</id><published>2009-01-07T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:53:17.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Katy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWVcgpoxXJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X3Swulg1A9s/s1600-h/n73000511_30936775_5958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWVcgpoxXJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X3Swulg1A9s/s400/n73000511_30936775_5958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288735053418945682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanted to blog about a very special friend of mine. Katy is a very new friend of mine, but I feel like I've known her for a very long time. I met her at my new job working for Compassion International and she is amazing.  She has such a big heart and an extremely outgoing and fun personality. I bring Katy up today because on Monday she is leaving for Rwanda for 2 months on a mission trip.  She will be spending two months working  in an orphanage that is dedicated to taking care of abandoned kids, ranging from infancy to 8 years old.  She will be the only one who speaks English in the house she is staying in.  Katy has had a passion for Africa her whole life and will be fulfilling a lifelong dream by going out there to be with the babies.  I am so happy and proud of her for pursuing her dreams and doing something so good for these kids and for God.  I know that is has to be such a scary and big step for her to do this by herself.  Katy has never even been out of the country before so I can't imagine how exciting this experience will be for her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for you Katy and I look up to you so much for what you are doing! I will miss you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5653676733187215449?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5653676733187215449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5653676733187215449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5653676733187215449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5653676733187215449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-friend-katy.html' title='My Friend Katy :)'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SWVcgpoxXJI/AAAAAAAAAJs/X3Swulg1A9s/s72-c/n73000511_30936775_5958.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-6642046341978461071</id><published>2009-01-04T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T15:26:47.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercial Creativity</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a discussion with a group of friends about the 'amazing' new commercials that have recently come out.  I thought this discussion was blog-worthy.  After seeing my wonderful friends 'The Stick Horses' perform, we all went to Chili's where the topic of the 'Snuggie' was brought up.  This spawned the conversation of world's worst commercials. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all know what the Snuggie is.  It is the 'blanket' that you can put your arms through and wrap around you like a giant moo moo so you don't have to be cold for two seconds while trying to turn on a lamp or turn pages.  This commercial is a classic.  My favorite shot is when you see a whole family at a ball game cheering on their team wearing, you guessed it, their prized 'snuggies'. I don't know about you guys...but I'm pretty sure no one I know would be caught dead wearing one of those in public. I would even venture to say I would even be embarrassed to wear one in my own house. BUT the plus side is, if you order one, you get a free reading light as a bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next commercial: Sham-Wow. The word gives me a great deal of amusement just saying it.  It's the 'sham' that can soak up to 20 times it's weight in liquid.  They demonstrate this great invention by soaking a piece of carpet 'in real time' with soda and making sure it soaks through to the back.  Miraculously with a few pats on the 'Sham-WOW', the liquid has disappeared! Amazing. But WAIT, there's MORE! If you stick around to the end of the commercial, they even offer to DOUBLE your order if you call within the next twenty minutes. But you have to do it NOW or the offer will no longer stand. I imagine these are selling at such a fast rate that they can only extend this special offer to those who are smart enough to call in the next twenty minutes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mention-worthy commercial is 'Cash-for-gold.com'.  By simply calling a number you can get an envelope shipped to you where you can deposit all of your 'scrap gold' into an envelope and they will immediately send you a big check.  My favorite: "I sent in my wedding ring from my FIRST marriage to Cash for Gold, and got a check in the mail the very next day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many more I could mention, but I thought that these were the prominent ones.  Over the years Oxy Clean, Chia Pets, and Mentos have definitely stood out in my mind.  But the good news is, they keep getting better with time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-6642046341978461071?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/6642046341978461071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=6642046341978461071' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/6642046341978461071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/6642046341978461071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2009/01/commercial-creativity.html' title='Commercial Creativity'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-5360182983659320318</id><published>2008-12-29T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:40:48.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good Intention Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVkgK96wA9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jQNrFZODuzQ/s1600-h/Christmas+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVkgK96wA9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jQNrFZODuzQ/s200/Christmas+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285291010487747538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend Stefanie has inspired me to write some goals for the upcoming new year. I have thought about a few, but always hesitate to set them as I fear failing miserably at following through with them. But I'm going to give it a shot (in no particular order). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #1: Save up to buy new furniture. &lt;br /&gt;So...my roommate and I have furniture in our house, aquired by my wonderful friends Dale and Jessica.  And I love the furniture! However, this pretty much fills up our upstairs living room, and I would very much like to get our very empty downstairs living room filled up.  I have my eye on a cranberry colored couch set from JC Penny's...watch out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #2: Spend more time in Bible study and prayer.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, last year I did terribly in this category.  I had very lofty intentions but ended up doing Bible study and prayer way less then what I wanted.  This year I am really going to concentrate on making this a number one priority every day.  This is essential for me and I am excited to make it a more prominent part of my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #3: Get in shape!&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is a number one goal for about 99.9% of the population every year, so I'm sure it sounds a bit cliche. But I don't care. It is true, I do go to the gym often.  However, it doesn't exactly get me to the skinny toned-self I would like to be. ;) I am going to start keeping a better eye on what I am eating and drinking and try to mix up my exercise routine a bit more. My good friend Jared is constantly running marathons and halfs...maybe I could set a goal to do one with him.:) It's always nice to have more energy and to feel like you are doing good things for your body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #4: Travel&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a few long weekend trips this year to see friends in other states.  I haven't been able to do that for a while but I really feel like this is the year to do this. I have some friends in Cali that I want to see and I really would like to see my brother and sister-in-law and the babies in Texas. Also on the list is to see my sister and brother-in-law and more kiddos in Washington...so many people I want to see! I am going to try and do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal #5: Get back into music.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have known me for a while, you know that I have played the clarinet since I was 9. Music has always been a huge part of my life. But since I have been out of college, I have not been able to perform like I used to.  When I was in college I performed in symphonies and orchestras all the time and I really miss that.  I would like to get back into that somehow.  I am not sure what that means yet, but I'm going to be looking.  I am also trying to get better at playing flute, piano and sax.  Although I learned how to play the basics on these in college, I would love to perfect my skills on this and incorporate it somehow into my music goals.  I miss music so much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there we have it! Happy New Year friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5360182983659320318?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5360182983659320318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5360182983659320318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5360182983659320318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5360182983659320318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-good-intention-goals.html' title='Some Good Intention Goals'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVkgK96wA9I/AAAAAAAAAJk/jQNrFZODuzQ/s72-c/Christmas+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-7414774636589004620</id><published>2008-12-24T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T07:41:53.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVJX5bLILJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hn6QJeLMNW0/s1600-h/img_large_watermarked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVJX5bLILJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hn6QJeLMNW0/s320/img_large_watermarked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283381956917603474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I leave for Arizona for Christmas time with the family.  I am looking forward to some days of relaxation and spending time with the people I love. :) I wish my dad could be there to make the picture complete...but you are there in spirit dad! For all my friends, have a WONDERFUL Christmas.  Enjoy your families, enjoy good food, and don't forget about baby Jesus. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-7414774636589004620?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/7414774636589004620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=7414774636589004620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/7414774636589004620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/7414774636589004620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/arizona-bound.html' title='Arizona Bound'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SVJX5bLILJI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Hn6QJeLMNW0/s72-c/img_large_watermarked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-4775554437410755030</id><published>2008-12-20T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:39:25.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>I have heard it from many people this year and have come to believe that I have been experiencing it myself. The lack of Christmas spirit.  Times are hard for many people this year.  Economically our nation is in a state of crisis.  I have many friends who have lost loved ones recently which is making it extremely hard to deal with the holidays.  The fact that we have had very little snow in our typically snow-littered Christmas season hasn't helped. But I was thinking about it today and thinking of what it truly means to be in the 'Christmas spirit'.  Just listing off the reasons why my Christmas spirit hasn't been there has made me realize that my focus is entirely wrong. It is so incredibly easy to get caught up in the tradition and commercialism of Christmas.  It's an underlying understanding that during Christmas you put up a tree, buy presents for people, go see your relatives, and have a big Christmas dinner.  These things are all great, but I don't believe our 'Christmas spirit' should be derived from these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the the spirit should be a spirit of thankfulness.  Thankfulness to God for sending his son to us on this very special day. Today I was thinking about the true miracle of this day and everything that it has meant for the rest of history. The true significance of this birth. Of all of the births in history, of all of the millions of babies brought into the world, this one was the most remarkable. I was trying to think about what the different players in the Christmas story must have been thinking and feeling on this very special day.  Joseph had to have been an incredibly faithful and trusting man. He was caring for Mary, who he was engaged to, and was pregnant.  Though he knew she was a virgin, this was extremely unacceptable in his society.  Mary could have gotten stoned for being an adulteress at this time and Joseph could have been shunned for choosing to support her.  He chose to trust God and walk along side her and be faithful to Mary.  Mary must have been honored and terrified at the same time.  Here she was, probably barely even 14 or 15 years old and is told that she is going to give birth to the son of God. Knowing that she is a virgin and that many people will not believe her, she says to the angel Gabriel, 'Let all of these things you have said to me come to pass." She gratefully accepted this very overwhelming and honorable task into her heart. Jesus was born under seemingly unremarkable conditions.  In a manger with animals and shepherds around.  Not something you would imagine a Son of God being born in to. But God had a powerful purpose for all of this. I don't really know that I know all of His reasons, but I imagine it to be because He wanted to send a message that he was here for the poor, for the rich, for the sick, for the needy, for the young, for the old...for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I really look into the birth of Christ and what it has meant to the world, I instantly get my Christmas spirit back.  It puts to mind the huge sacrifice that was made for us later on in his life.  It also puts to mind what Christ stood for.  Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control. I think that our Christmas spirit should come from these things and should always be remembered. Merry Christmas friends. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-4775554437410755030?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/4775554437410755030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=4775554437410755030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4775554437410755030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4775554437410755030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1559597405240251038</id><published>2008-12-10T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:28:24.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unfavorite Holiday Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SUBCfwSLFTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eFfDtPp5LFk/s1600-h/Christmas+Present+2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SUBCfwSLFTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eFfDtPp5LFk/s320/Christmas+Present+2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278291876582724914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that the famous ‘gift exchange’ at holiday parties is my least favorite game of the season.  I’m not talking about your casual gift exchange among family and friends.  I am talking about the gift exchange where you pile all of the gifts in front of the group and everyone takes a number to see in what order everyone chooses a gift from the pile.  This is the exchange where you may choose to steal someone else’s present or open a new gift when it comes to your number.  One gift can only be stolen up to three times.  There are a couple of reasons why I don’t like this game.  The first one being, I think the spirit of the season should be more about giving and sharing rather then stealing and choosing the ‘biggest, shiniest gift under the tree’.  When I think of Christmas I think of the birth of Christ, spending time with my family and giving to my loved ones.  I don’t like the constant ‘it’s all about me’ theme that seems to surround Christmas.  Now granted, it may seem like I am blowing the idea of this game out of proportion.  I realize that it’s all in good fun. However, this is just one reason why I personally don’t like it.  The second reason I am not a fan of this game is that it takes FOREVER to get through it.  Last night I went to an IAAP meeting (International Association of Administrative Professionals). We played the ‘Exchange Game’ at the party. There were over 40 people at this party.  So that meant that we had to get through over 40 people selecting AND opening a present, or stealing a present.  I found that at the beginning we went through the numbers at a fairly quick pace.  But as we approached number 25, the game got progressively slower and slower until we were almost at a complete stand still.  The problems arose when a person decided to steal a present.  After someone steals a present, the person they stole it from can either steal someone else’s present or choose a new one for them self to open.  Most of them were choosing to steal someone else’s present, therefore setting off the snowball cycle of stolen presents.  Meaning we could never get to the next number because everyone who got ‘stolen’ from kept stealing right back.  It was endless! I think it took us upwards of TWO HOURS to get through this game! So be forewarned…if you are looking for the ‘Gift Exchange Game’, you probably don’t want to come to any of my Christmas parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-1559597405240251038?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/1559597405240251038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=1559597405240251038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1559597405240251038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/1559597405240251038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-unfavorite-holiday-game.html' title='My Unfavorite Holiday Game'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SUBCfwSLFTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eFfDtPp5LFk/s72-c/Christmas+Present+2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-4558919833234194867</id><published>2008-12-06T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:33:37.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black is the New Blonde.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STt-lAqGnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gBByBRuWQJ8/s1600-h/Kelsey+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STt-lAqGnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gBByBRuWQJ8/s320/Kelsey+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276950562691521906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dyed my hair jet black today.  I have been wanting to do this for quite a while now but have been scared to.  I finally took the plunge...and discovered that I actually like it!  I have a few friends who will probably kill me for doing it (you know who you are). I just had highlights put in a few weeks ago when I got my hair cut, but I didn't really like them that much.  I couldn't really tell any difference from what my hair color looked like before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I am the black haired woman.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-4558919833234194867?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/4558919833234194867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=4558919833234194867' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4558919833234194867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4558919833234194867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-is-new-blonde.html' title='Black is the New Blonde.'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STt-lAqGnXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/gBByBRuWQJ8/s72-c/Kelsey+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-4973326853547578107</id><published>2008-12-02T15:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:16:09.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Technology...Not So Helpful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STXBoyRIeYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xL9tmPhY0PM/s1600-h/HKG_automatic_toilet_with_toilet_seat_sanitizer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STXBoyRIeYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xL9tmPhY0PM/s200/HKG_automatic_toilet_with_toilet_seat_sanitizer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275335444966963586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was at the airport this weekend I came across an interesting dilemma.  Have you ever tried to use the restroom with your carry-on luggage in tow? Let’s just say….it’s not an experience I enjoy.  I will begin by saying that modern technology is not all that it’s cracked up to be. Automatic flushing toilets are Satan.  Let’s look at this scenario.  I am trying to stuff myself in to this tiny bathroom stall with BOTH my carry-on bags in tow.  So basically once me and my bags are inside, there is sitting room only. I discover that my lock, of course, is broken. So I assume the position with one arm holding the door shut, with my feet on top of the bags that are piled directly in front of me.  I go to sit down and do my business and in mid-pee I get an unexpected shower from the oh-so-helpful automatic toilet flush….that likes to flush whenever it darn well pleases.  So not only do I get the spray of joy, but when I AM finished it doesn’t flush and I have to find that little button thing that you push to flush in manually.  Then comes the task of getting myself OUT of the stall with the luggage.  Not so useful that the doors open INTO the stall that is already packed with the toilet, your body, and your two carry-ons.  I finally squeeze myself out with the luggage in tow to get to the ‘automatic sinks’. The sinks do come on on command; however, your two choices of water temperature are scalding, or boiling. I go to stick my hand under the ‘automatic soap dispenser’ and there is no soap in any of them. So I go back to boiling my hands in hopes that the millions of nasty germs I’m sure to have picked up in the disgusting bathroom will have been burned off.  Then I proceed to go to a café in the airport to get my $10.00 turkey sandwich.  As I sit there eating I am pondering all of these things, and just how ‘useful’ modern technology has turned out to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-4973326853547578107?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/4973326853547578107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=4973326853547578107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4973326853547578107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4973326853547578107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/12/modern-technologynot-so-helpful.html' title='Modern Technology...Not So Helpful'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STXBoyRIeYI/AAAAAAAAAI0/xL9tmPhY0PM/s72-c/HKG_automatic_toilet_with_toilet_seat_sanitizer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-8859514976721651664</id><published>2008-11-30T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:30:17.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Extend My Vacation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STNVdkmHohI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gf9pJu_nG1I/s1600-h/l_279a94f981de5906063065df6765a2a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STNVdkmHohI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gf9pJu_nG1I/s400/l_279a94f981de5906063065df6765a2a2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274653555109110290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had it my way, I would be on vacation forever.  I am coming back to the Springs tomorrow.  I have been in Indiana the past 5 days and enjoying every minute of it. :) I have been able to spend some amazingly wonderful time with my dad and aunts and uncles and even a little time with my grandparents.  It's been a whirlwind, but relaxing at the same time.  I needed a break so badly.  I have been pushing myself really hard with this new job and stressing myself out with so many other things lately too...this vacation came at a perfect time! I am just not ready to go back yet! That whole being a responsible adult thing gets in the way too much, so alas, I will be back late tomorrow night. :) I will give a little recap of my trip so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in Thursday afternoon (Thanksgiving) and dad and I went over and had Thannksgiving dinner with my Uncle Brian, Aunt Missy, my 4 cousins, and my Uncle David and Aunt Dana.  Then we went and visited Dad's best friend Tony and his wife and 2 year old son. (Tony is like my 3rd dad, he is WONDERFUL).  Friday we woke up, and dad took me to his 2 different office locations.  This guy names Leonard who has worked in for the family business for like 40 years cooked dad and I this amazing lunch at the office.  Then dad and I cruised around and did some site seeing all over the place.  Later Friday night dad and I went bowling.  I bowled a 114 the first game and a steadt 90 the next two.  Dad totally smoked me. :) Saturday Dad and I got up and he took me to see my grandparents and Aunt and Uncle on my mom's side.  They live about an hour away from Dad in Shelbyville.  We were there most of the morning then headed back to Anderson and took a WONDERFUL 2 hour nap before having a nice dinner in Indianapolis with my aunt and uncle.  Sunday (today) we got up and went to church then went out to lunch with Tony and and another friend of dad's.  Then we went to visit my dad's uncle pat and my dad's other friends Barney and Sandy that I remeber from when I was a really little kid.  We also stopped by my uncle David's house for a while after that.  Then we headed over to Tony's house where he and his wife made us dinner and their two year old son Landon entertained us for about an hour afterward with his sweet dance moves. :) It was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful time of visiting with wonderful family and friends.  And not having to work for a few days has been great.  I know I have an extremely busy next few weeks coming up at work so I am prepping myself for work mode again. But I sure am thankful for the great time I've had on this trip.  I miss family so much living in Colorado. Colorado is wonderful, but it's tough having no family around.  Luckily I have super close friends out there who are just like family to me who get me through until my visits. :) Coming home tomorrow Colorado. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-8859514976721651664?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/8859514976721651664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=8859514976721651664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8859514976721651664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8859514976721651664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/keep-me-on-vacation-forever.html' title='Can I Extend My Vacation?'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/STNVdkmHohI/AAAAAAAAAIs/gf9pJu_nG1I/s72-c/l_279a94f981de5906063065df6765a2a2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-4650185648064778786</id><published>2008-11-26T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T07:10:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble Gobble!</title><content type='html'>SOOOOOOOO....it's almost Thanksgiving! At 6am tomorrow morning my airplane leaves Colorado Springs to head to Indiana to see my dad for about 5 days. I can't wait! Although, I am not looking forward to the 3:30am wake up.  But it will be worth it! I haven't been to Indiana in a while.  It will be good to see Dad and aunts and uncles and grandparents.  I am hoping I don't stuff my face too much this year however, as I cannot afford to gain any turkey pounds.  I am already getting a lot 'fluffier' then I would like to be. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be nice for me to list the things I am thankful for since that is what Thanksgiving is all about....and I don't know that I will blog again until after I get back.  Where to start? I am thankful for so many thing! First and foremost I am thankful for my large and wonderful family.  I am thankful for the closess we all share and that everyone for the most part is happy and healthy.  I am very greatful for the wonderful friendships I have made since moving to Colorado.  I have some amazing people in my life that I just couldn't live without! I am thankful for a roof over my head and food in my mouth and a car that gets me to work every day. I'm thankful for a wonderful job that helps kids all over the world.  I'm thankful for life's small lessons, even the hard ones.  I'm thankful that God always loves me even when I don't always understand what He's doing with me. There is just so much to be thankful for! I know that for me, it is so easy to get caught up in the stressful things in life and what I don't have.  It is good to step back and just see how good God has been and how much He has truly blessed me. :)  I wish you all a very Happy Thanksgiving! Have fun with family and friends and eat lots of wonderful food!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-4650185648064778786?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/4650185648064778786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=4650185648064778786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4650185648064778786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/4650185648064778786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble Gobble!'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-2720605173314540511</id><published>2008-11-24T18:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T07:29:28.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Favorite Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSto_jV2FBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BNdx1uLuVMw/s1600-h/Southside+Johnny%27s+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSto_jV2FBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BNdx1uLuVMw/s400/Southside+Johnny%27s+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272423229795210258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is a very special friend of mine's birthday.  I was going to write this tomorrow on her actual birthday, but since I know I have a full work load tomorrow...tonight is the night! But I wanted to take some time to be sure and acknowledge a very special friend in my life Mrs. Jessica Worster. :) My friend has been there for me through thick and thin.  She has helped me in so many ways and has helped me grow so much since I have moved to the Springs.  Her and her husband Dale are two of my best friends in this world and I feel to priveledged to have them in my life. :) There are so many things I admire about Jess.  I think the top of the list is her ability to almost always have a cheery disposition no matter what is going on in life.  She is an encourager and almost ALWAYS has a positive outlook on life.  She is a super funny girl and always has me rolling. :) She is also very beautiful and talented in many ways.  I know that when I am an old lady with my false teeth and my bad wig scooting my walker, she will be in a moo moo and curlers right next to me with her cain and purple hair. :) I love you so much my friend! Happy Birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-2720605173314540511?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/2720605173314540511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=2720605173314540511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2720605173314540511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2720605173314540511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/idk-my-bff-jessica.html' title='A Favorite Friend'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSto_jV2FBI/AAAAAAAAAIk/BNdx1uLuVMw/s72-c/Southside+Johnny%27s+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-1613917228588178905</id><published>2008-11-20T11:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T11:11:13.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a talented bunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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You say, wait!" my indignant reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!&lt;br /&gt;Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?&lt;br /&gt;By faith, I have asked, and am claiming your Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future and all to which I can relate&lt;br /&gt;hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?&lt;br /&gt;I'm needing a 'yes', go-ahead and sign,&lt;br /&gt;or even a 'no' to which I can resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, You promised that if we believe&lt;br /&gt;we need but to ask, and we shall recieve.&lt;br /&gt;And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:&lt;br /&gt;I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate&lt;br /&gt;As my Master repied once again, "You must wait."&lt;br /&gt;So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taught&lt;br /&gt;and grumbling to God, "So, I'm waiting... for what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seemed, then, to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,&lt;br /&gt;And he tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.&lt;br /&gt;I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.&lt;br /&gt;You would have what you want--But, you wouldn't know Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd not know the joy of resting in Me&lt;br /&gt;When darkness and silence were all you could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never experience that fullness of love&lt;br /&gt;As the peace of My Spirit decends like a dove;&lt;br /&gt;You'd know that I give and I save... (for a start),&lt;br /&gt;But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glow of My comfort late into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that I give when you walk without sight,&lt;br /&gt;The depth that's beyond getting just what you asked&lt;br /&gt;Of the infinte God, who makes what you have LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,&lt;br /&gt;What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight would come true,&lt;br /&gt;But, Oh, the Loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, be silent, My Child, and in time you will see&lt;br /&gt;That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.&lt;br /&gt;And though oft' My answers seem terribly late,&lt;br /&gt;My most precious answer is still, "WAIT."&lt;br /&gt;-Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this poem to my myspace when I still had an account because it's one of my favorite poems.  I just love the message behind it.  I think that no matter what stage in life you are in, you are always 'waiting' for something.  And God will answer you.  In His own time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5691230827996943730?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5691230827996943730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5691230827996943730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5691230827996943730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5691230827996943730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite.html' title='A Favorite'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-3769351608940267271</id><published>2008-11-18T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:17:35.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Madness</title><content type='html'>I have had four....count them, FOUR meetings today.  Whew!! Thanks GOODNESS Thanksgiving break is next week.  My brain hurts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...since it is the day after my baby sisters birthday (baby meaning 14), I thought I would write a blog dedicated to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianna Marie White is my beautiful, now 14 year old sister.  She is so animated and full of life and I just love her to pieces! She is very talented in almost everything.  Especially art and theatre.  She is kind and considerate and loves her family. :) There really isn't a bad thing I could say about her! I love you Chrissy! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSMw4P-e9gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rSRqf_cQ7Us/s1600-h/n1246238745_30196113_2018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSMw4P-e9gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rSRqf_cQ7Us/s400/n1246238745_30196113_2018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270109731873027586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-3769351608940267271?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/3769351608940267271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=3769351608940267271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3769351608940267271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/3769351608940267271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/meeting-madness.html' title='Meeting Madness'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSMw4P-e9gI/AAAAAAAAAIc/rSRqf_cQ7Us/s72-c/n1246238745_30196113_2018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-8102240146647982707</id><published>2008-11-16T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:17:13.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSDiJmJnSoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hievOqttM_Q/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSDiJmJnSoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hievOqttM_Q/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269460218511051394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt really unsettled all weekend.  I can't really pinpoint why, I just feel...off.  I have spent a lot of quiet time by myself this weekend.  Mostly by choice.  I just wanted some time to read and to relax and to just not think about anything.  But it's usually those kinds of weekends that I think about EVERYTHING. I was reading some of the news online today.  It's just all so depressing.  Everything is about violence and hate and disgusting things happening in the world.  Or...about Obama.  Which, for me, is just as unappealing to read about as the other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I watched a documentary about Jonestown today.  Today is the 30th anniversary of the mass suicide. I couldn't believe how unbelievably disturbing that was.  To watch so many good people get roped in to all of that.  It just made me realize how vulnerable we humans are when we are down in life and have a lack of hope.  Such a tragic story to watch.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates dad fell off a latter and broke his back this weekend. :( I feel so bad for him, and my roommate also. She is worried sick about him understandably.  They were going to have to rush him into surgery but now they are thinking on seeing if they can hold off.  He is in a Denver hospital for a while.  In what they call a 'clam shell' cast...basically is looks like a body cast wrapped around his torso.  Poor guy :(&lt;br /&gt;I am really glad the holidays are approaching.  I miss my family a lot.  I love living here in Colorado, but sometimes I wonder if it's worth being so far away from all of them and missing out on key things in their lives.  And also to be able to help them out. A week and a half and I'm off to Indiana to spend some dad time, then just a few weeks after that off to Arizona for Mom and Stepdad and girls time. I wish I could see all my step siblings too, I feel like it's been so long since I've gotten to spend quality time with all of them.  Ah the joys of being adults and being all spread out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to write today, just felt like I should write SOMETHING.  I'm just feeling a little discouraged today.  Wondering what plans God has next for me in life. There are days when it can be a very lonely world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-8102240146647982707?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/8102240146647982707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=8102240146647982707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8102240146647982707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/8102240146647982707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/unsettled.html' title='Unsettled'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SSDiJmJnSoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hievOqttM_Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-337087279811187554</id><published>2008-11-14T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:52:47.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toyota Matrix, or Snowball?</title><content type='html'>So right now I can't tell if the giant lump sitting outside of my work building is my Toyota Matrix or a giant snowball. It is currently dumping snow at a high rate of speed here in Colorado Springs.  Or at least where my office is located.  The weatherman called for slight wind and little to no snow accumilation today.  Good prediction weatherman. I am actually loving the fact that it is snowing.  I have been a little concerned that it's been in the 60's in the middle of November and we still hadn't had a sign of snow.  By this time last year we had already had about 3 blizzards I think.  It's nice to see that winter is finally approaching. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an entirely different note...I HAVE to share this picture I found of me and my sisters when we were kids...it's a riot!! Here's a little flashback from memory lane...let's do a little before and after shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SR2sHlwLNFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1bGC0vYQhQY/s1600-h/June+94.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SR2sHlwLNFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1bGC0vYQhQY/s320/June+94.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556385486582866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SR2snGqFttI/AAAAAAAAACY/0fKCyjH05Mg/s1600-h/slideshow+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SR2snGqFttI/AAAAAAAAACY/0fKCyjH05Mg/s320/slideshow+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268556926895371986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-337087279811187554?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/337087279811187554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=337087279811187554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/337087279811187554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/337087279811187554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/toyota-matrix-or-snowball.html' title='Toyota Matrix, or Snowball?'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SR2sHlwLNFI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1bGC0vYQhQY/s72-c/June+94.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-2042320434930054111</id><published>2008-11-13T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:08:12.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know 98% of all statistics are made up on the spot?</title><content type='html'>Today I thought i would share some of my favorite quotes and sayings.  These are all pretty random, but I think they are pretty funny. Most of these are from 'Author Unkown'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Always forgive your enemies.  Nothing will annoy them more.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If Barbie is so popular, why do you have to buy her friends?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'For Sale: Parachute. Only used once, never opened, small stain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Everyone has a photographic memory.  Some just don't have film.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'When your right, no one remembers, when your wrong, no one forgets.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Love is like a booger. You keep picking at it until you get it, then wonder what to do with it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Dogs have owners, cats have staff.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Borrow money from a pessimist. They don't expect it back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I used to think I was indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Before you critisize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.  That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few laughs for the day! Ok..some of them are pretty corny, but they still made me laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-2042320434930054111?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/2042320434930054111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=2042320434930054111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2042320434930054111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/2042320434930054111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/did-you-know-98-of-all-statistics-are.html' title='Did you know 98% of all statistics are made up on the spot?'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-7111944720087184002</id><published>2008-11-12T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:52:41.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotten Green Apple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRr7mAq1krI/AAAAAAAAACI/O93TyeGtxOQ/s1600-h/slideshow+031.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/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRr7mAq1krI/AAAAAAAAACI/O93TyeGtxOQ/s320/slideshow+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267799344596488882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking this may just be the week for beating myself up.  I am fairly certain I broke my little toe last night.  I am in a bit of agony this morning hopping around like Thumper on steroids. How did I do this you ask? Well, I was moving my dresser last night because I realized it was covering my vent and that is why I have been so cold in the mornings. As I was in the process of doing this, I dropped one of my dresser drawers right on my pinky toe.  Ouch! It’s the lovely shade of rotten green apple this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I found out that my wonderful Dad bought me a plane ticket to fly home and spend some time with him over Thanksgiving.  I am really looking forward to this as I don’t get to see him very often.  I haven’t been to Indiana in a while either.  I love this town.  I love the mountains and the open skies and the green trees and all of my wonderful friends and my amazing job.  But I definitely miss my family a lot living out here.  I really cherish the holidays when I get to see them, even if it’s only for a few days.  I am also going home to Arizona for Christmas where I will get to see Mom and Dan and the girls.  My grandma and grandpa will also be there, so it should be a great time.  It’s this time of year where I am usually pretty ready for some time off. It is ALSO the time of year where I usually gain about 10 pounds stuffing my face with turkey and pumpkin pie.  Let’s hope that is not a reoccurrence this year. I don’t want to come out of the holidays looking like Will Smith on Hitch after he ate the seafood that he was apparently allergic too.  Not pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-7111944720087184002?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/7111944720087184002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=7111944720087184002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/7111944720087184002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/7111944720087184002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/rotten-green-apple.html' title='Rotten Green Apple'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRr7mAq1krI/AAAAAAAAACI/O93TyeGtxOQ/s72-c/slideshow+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-648151567416143058</id><published>2008-11-10T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:51:31.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Scrooge, BUT....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRjW-jOMVfI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7CJAI7XSq8/s1600-h/2-2-1-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRjW-jOMVfI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7CJAI7XSq8/s320/2-2-1-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267196134304798194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I went to Chapel Hills Mall with my good friends Jessica and Dale. As soon as we walk through the doors, what do I see? You guessed it.....Christmas. Everywhere. Now let me start off with a disclaimer. I LOVE Christmas. I love spending time with my family, eating good food and celebrating the birth of Christ. I love decorating the tree and all of the fun holiday spirit. What I DON'T love is when America decides it's time to start Christmas...in October. This year I started seeing the first signs of Christmas in the stores right around Halloween time. Right next to the costume aisle you find the display of Christmas trees and lights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you, but I need some time to start 'processing' Christmas. I need time to get the tree up, pick out my Christmas gifts and get in the 'holiday spirit'. When Thanksgiving hasn't even arrived yet, it's hard for me to get in that holiday spirit. I need to concentrate on one holiday at a time. I think the thing I dislike about early Christmas most is the constant Christmas music playing for 3 months straight. I LOVE Christmas music.....in December. I don't want to get burnt out from old Carol of the Bells. I want to enjoy the tunes in the time they are &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be enjoyed. Bah Humbug!! All in all...Christmas is great. Let's just not get ahead of ourselves America. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Jessica, Dale and I canvassed the store I couldn't help but notice this sunglass stand in the middle of the walkway with these stunning shades. Couldn't resist snapping a picture. I think I'm going to get some for my dad for Christmas. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-648151567416143058?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/648151567416143058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=648151567416143058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/648151567416143058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/648151567416143058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-no-scrooge-but.html' title='I&apos;m No Scrooge, BUT....'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/SRjW-jOMVfI/AAAAAAAAACA/e7CJAI7XSq8/s72-c/2-2-1-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-6083358478639865076</id><published>2008-11-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:35:09.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, My Name is Toilet Bowl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I would call this morning…..entertaining.   I woke up to the feeling of cold saliva pressed against my cheek.  No…I do not have dogs…so it came from, you guessed it….me.  Apparently I have taken up drooling on myself while I sleep.  Why cold saliva you say? Well, upon waking up to this nasty sensation on my face, I discovered that it was about 20 degrees in my room. It seems that winter has arrived in Colorado. The rest of my body had not felt it yet as it was buried under about 5 layers of blanket.  My cheek however did not escape the new wrath of winter. So after getting up and wiping the cold drool from my face I slowly walk into my dark bathroom.  While fumbling around for my light I had apparently missed the fact that my curling iron chord was hanging down by my feet and I promptly tripped over it and fell hitting my head on the toilet bowl on the way down.&lt;br /&gt;Normally said events would be attributed to an individual who is completely intoxicated.  But no no.  This was a normal Thursday morning for Kelsey Donahue. Completely sober.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-6083358478639865076?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/6083358478639865076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=6083358478639865076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/6083358478639865076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/6083358478639865076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi-my-name-is-toilet-bowl.html' title='Hi, My Name is Toilet Bowl.'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921625202616742925.post-5648940926390042323</id><published>2008-11-05T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:35:13.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Writer, Round Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today was a big day for me. I finally did it. Today was the day I deleted my myspace account. I feel good about this decision. My addiction to this website for the past couple years was a bit sickly, and alas, the time has come to cut the chord. I suppose the reason one joins sites like Myspace and Facebook is because they want to keep connected with long lost friendships and see what's going on in people's lives. I've discovered that it's really not as much of a tool for communication with friends as it is showing off your pictures and posting random bulletins about your agenda. I know, I was guilty of this. When i started thinking about it, the people I care to keep in touch with, I already do almost every day. So who needs the space really? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So moving on to more important issues. The election. President elect Barack Obama. Election time is always a little tense for me. So much to study on who you should vote for, your reasons for/against voting for someone, etc. And then there are the ENDLESS campaign adds. I think these are what drive me to madness more then anything. Where every commercial is cut to a media bash for one candidate or the other. Then there are the political calls to your cell phone. YOUR CELL PHONE. Come on people! A little privacy? Pretty please? I also believe that election time brings a great amount of animocity among American people. Because people are divided there tends to be a whole lot of hate during this time. It's like the nation is on edge. I am taking a big sigh of relief today that it's over. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On that note I want to say that I did not vote for Obama. It's not that I was for McCain, I was just strongly against nominating Barack Obama. There are some serious fundamental things that I don't believe are right that Obama strongly stands for. And there are some things that I think are important for America that Obama is firmly against. These are things that, in my opinion, are very scary for a leader of our country to have. That being said, I don't feel anger or hostility at the decision that was made. I will respect Obama and support him as our new President. I will pray for him daily and I hope that my feelings about this presidency are proven wrong. It's always tough choosing a leader. No matter who you choose, there will always be a certain amount of corruption and bad decisions involved. The bottom line is, there is no perfect leader except for Christ. Today i have been reflecting on this verse: "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it's the Lord's purpose that prevails." I truly believe that. I think God may have some great plans for Obama and I sincererly hope that is the case. I think the point is that God teaches us to respect our leaders even if we may not agree with them. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok...enough about politics...welcome to my new blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8921625202616742925-5648940926390042323?l=kelseydonahue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/feeds/5648940926390042323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8921625202616742925&amp;postID=5648940926390042323' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5648940926390042323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921625202616742925/posts/default/5648940926390042323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kelseydonahue.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-writer-round-two.html' title='Blog Writer, Round Two'/><author><name>Kelsey Donahue</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07067433046813611970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l5RDfw1LN14/S_apn4X803I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Q7ZiyG91v2g/S220/kelsey+butterfly.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
