<?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-17229392</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:54:52.901-04:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Family'/><title type='text'>Steady As We Go</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello all! Thanks so much for stopping by every now and then to see what's going on with the Stewart Clan. Our lives are busy with 3 kids, and things are always changing. Leave a comment and let us know you stopped by!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-806036940350382628</id><published>2008-10-16T07:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:54:17.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An afternoon walk</title><content type='html'>This past Monday, Travis had the day off and I only worked a half day. The kids had a half day of school due to parent-teacher conferences. The weather outside was absolutely perfect - sunny, 80 degrees, and no humidity. We decided to go on a walk down the Cardinal Greenway. Here are a few picutres from our trek. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcohg2JqjI/AAAAAAAAASY/rzkdyIIBLpg/s1600-h/October+2009+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715646196197938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcohg2JqjI/AAAAAAAAASY/rzkdyIIBLpg/s320/October+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoiO6hhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/PIfTNZ3xXkM/s1600-h/October+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715658562569618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoiO6hhZI/AAAAAAAAASg/PIfTNZ3xXkM/s320/October+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoiYnR0VI/AAAAAAAAASo/riMsy0a9I6U/s1600-h/October+2009+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715661166203218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoiYnR0VI/AAAAAAAAASo/riMsy0a9I6U/s320/October+2009+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoitYOLEI/AAAAAAAAASw/T7cUpOhepVg/s1600-h/October+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715666740194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcoitYOLEI/AAAAAAAAASw/T7cUpOhepVg/s320/October+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257715675109681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcojMjqayI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TdkK95rWuL8/s320/October+2009+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716408921477970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcpN6OB01I/AAAAAAAAATA/9-fYI4ReYiU/s320/October+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The photo above is my favorite! Look at all the colors!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716410921570610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcpOBq40TI/AAAAAAAAATI/d0YmZ5hkZ68/s320/October+2009+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716417571203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcpOacSK0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/v5pTA7lposA/s320/October+2009+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716420432206978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcpOlGZnII/AAAAAAAAATY/x0UUOCVeInw/s320/October+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked exactly one mile, then turned back. You would have thought we walked ten miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257716426462666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcpO7kLHqI/AAAAAAAAATg/WsEc6Xf1D1c/s320/October+2009+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-806036940350382628?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/806036940350382628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=806036940350382628' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/806036940350382628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/806036940350382628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/10/afternoon-walk.html' title='An afternoon walk'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SPcohg2JqjI/AAAAAAAAASY/rzkdyIIBLpg/s72-c/October+2009+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-2356139653972311408</id><published>2008-10-07T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:10:41.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who and where?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOtoSF_s9CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WwtyOZuqWkc/s1600-h/Clustr+Map+10.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254408050314114082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOtoSF_s9CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WwtyOZuqWkc/s320/Clustr+Map+10.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the bottom of the right sidebar, there is a little Cluster map that makes a dot whenever someone checks this blog. I'm totally curious as to who you all are! I may not know you, and that's completely ok! I am really intrigued by who even looks at this blog anymore...especially since I am not very good at posting the latest and greatest. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, now is the time to come forward. Who are you and where are you from?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-2356139653972311408?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/2356139653972311408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=2356139653972311408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/2356139653972311408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/2356139653972311408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-and-where.html' title='Who and where?'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOtoSF_s9CI/AAAAAAAAASQ/WwtyOZuqWkc/s72-c/Clustr+Map+10.7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-1926909657956686504</id><published>2008-10-06T20:50:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T22:03:35.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>James Dean Festival 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Fairmount James Dean Festival is probably my favorite of all festivals. The cars, the music, the era - L-O-V-E it! It's always the last weekend of September. Here are some photos from this year's festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214325022871170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4FzDBzoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TX6e-06tDVY/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Travis is friends with Lenny, the man in the black suit on the left. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214327288334882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4F7fKCiI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JYiBzPPX9zA/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; This couple worked the crowd! They were having so much fun and it really showed!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214332169633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4GNq8vmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/rTi1WWvmNDM/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Katrina &amp;amp; I watching the dance contest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214331330970178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4GKi_wkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/wC7ZoLf_NkM/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; "Come on, baby! Let's do the TWIST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254214331881121426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4GMmKZpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/XSAzafLmGoQ/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215250573263298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq47q_cAcI/AAAAAAAAAQg/5wMXXUa3xVk/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our group was rooting so hard for this couple, I had to get my picture with them. I was standing in the middle at first, but Gramps started getting "handsy" in jest, so I moved to the outside and told him to get "handsy" with his wife! Haha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215248682127842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq47j8jkeI/AAAAAAAAAQo/H_I40oJdEu8/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was on the side of a building in downtown Fairmount. It made me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215253772996050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4726UDdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/3iSeOv32KOE/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grave of the legend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215253300063346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq471JjrHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cTgoIyJkkYA/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215255169131570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq478HLZDI/AAAAAAAAARA/XKwnW4Jaj-g/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221849108656306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq-7wc3sLI/AAAAAAAAARI/qdRtrY8r9xo/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221852925393266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq-7-q2eXI/AAAAAAAAARQ/XScbbm4rve8/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221853782178130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq-8B3H-VI/AAAAAAAAARY/mKvQF8lSbTY/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221855459679602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq-8IHEnXI/AAAAAAAAARg/m55aEhNMfzU/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254221858163411906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq-8SLsS8I/AAAAAAAAARo/Cr_AAyiczXc/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254224959833385554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOrBw0zcKlI/AAAAAAAAARw/vwtKF81tIGs/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A car show is not a car show unless you have some with flames on the sides!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254224960272195810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOrBw2cD4OI/AAAAAAAAAR4/IM0rf6dLH-4/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254224966886541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOrBxPFCyhI/AAAAAAAAASA/qW6NrSphRBc/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;James Dean Tribute - a replica of the car he died in. You can see a red car in the back ground. He actually drove this car to his prom. It is still owned by his family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254224969198670274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOrBxXsTEcI/AAAAAAAAASI/WtmwkzmIfxY/s320/James+Dean+Festival+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-1926909657956686504?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/1926909657956686504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=1926909657956686504' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/1926909657956686504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/1926909657956686504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/10/james-dean-festival-2008.html' title='James Dean Festival 2008'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SOq4FzDBzoI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TX6e-06tDVY/s72-c/James+Dean+Festival+2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-4829207829947392309</id><published>2008-09-02T11:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:37:13.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Carmine</title><content type='html'>Dear Carmine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I haven't been blogging. I know you sit on the edge of your seat to see what is going on in my life, and are incredibly disappointed to see that nothing has been updated on my blog every time you look at it. July and August are my busiest months at work, and when I have the opportunity to blog, I simply don't do it. Excuses do not provide you with what's been going on here in Indiana, but at least this gives you something new to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will do my best to keep up from here on out, but I'm not making any promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Your lazy blogging friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. All written tongue-in-cheek :) I'm glad you check my blog and I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; will try to post more. Now that August is over, and we finally have internet at home (I always blogged at work, thus another reason I didn't post anything during July or August), I really have no excuse! I enjoy reading about your adventures out east, and the websites you find crack me up. They provide me with some great moments of comedy and stress-relief throughout the week! I read your blog often, even though I rarely comment (again...pure laziness)! I want to make it out your way soon to come visit. Travis has never been to NYC, and I would love to take him there! Miss you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-4829207829947392309?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/4829207829947392309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=4829207829947392309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4829207829947392309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4829207829947392309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-carmine.html' title='For Carmine'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-6178601680763573716</id><published>2008-06-20T12:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T15:53:31.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>A day in the life of the Stewart household is changing. No, I'm not pregnant. Three step-children are enough to keep me busy (and are a good reminder to take my birth control). :) Travis and I are now actively pursuing moving to Fort Wayne. We have been updating his resume and will send it out to various corporations at the Fort in the next week or so. He will finish his Bachelor's degree sometime this fall, aiming for December graduation. I've been looking at houses online for us to purchase. I have found several I like so hopefully the inside will be just as nice as the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we will be going to Lowe's to purchase some "finishing touch" items for our house to put it up on the market: new baseboards and trim for our master bedroom, a new carpet strip, and possibly some railing and spindles for the front porch. There are several small projects that we need to finish and I'm eager to get them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a gym. This is the first time in my life I've ever joined a gym or committed to working out on a regular basis. So far, I've lost 3 pounds. It doesn't sound like much, but I only want to lose 15 total. The Wellness Center in Marion gives you a personal training session when you join. It's nice to see results and progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, the Stewart house will have lots of visitors. Clayton and Jerusha Genth (friends from college) are coming to stay with us tonight, along with my friend Melissa from Fort Wayne and probably my cousin Jonathan. We're going to see/hear my friend &lt;a href="http://www.theworsties.com/"&gt;Jesse's band play&lt;/a&gt;. I know Jesse from my days at IWU as well. Tomorrow will be filled with the small house projects I mentioned to put our house up for sale. Sunday we are meeting up with my friend &lt;a href="http://christintaylor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christin&lt;/a&gt; and her family for a cookout. It's been years since I've seen them and I'm really excited to catch up! Christin and I grew up together in church and then went to high school and college together. I'm really excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-6178601680763573716?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/6178601680763573716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=6178601680763573716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/6178601680763573716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/6178601680763573716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/06/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-8902737426560333586</id><published>2008-06-03T16:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:51:50.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral Arrangements</title><content type='html'>For those of you interested, the viewing for Gramps will be at Needham-Storey-Wampner Funeral Home in Marion on Thursday, June 5th, from 4 to 8pm. The funeral will be on Friday, June 6th, at 1pm at Hillside Wesleyan Church in Marion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His obituary can be viewed at: &lt;a href="http://www.chronicle-tribune.com/articles/2008/06/04/obituaries/doc4845e8c53492b405439922.txt"&gt;http://www.chronicle-tribune.com/articles/2008/06/04/obituaries/doc4845e8c53492b405439922.txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-8902737426560333586?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/8902737426560333586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=8902737426560333586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/8902737426560333586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/8902737426560333586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/06/funeral-arrangements.html' title='Funeral Arrangements'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-328472259465381951</id><published>2008-06-03T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:25:07.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Byron Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SEVJ1qskPkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PUo3kt8xTFI/s1600-h/Lunch+with+Gramps+-+9.14.07+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207649730466954818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SEVJ1qskPkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PUo3kt8xTFI/s320/Lunch+with+Gramps+-+9.14.07+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Fields &amp;amp; I - September 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My heart aches today. My Grandpa Fields passed away this morning at 6:55am, at the VA Hospital in Marion. He was 79.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First and foremost, Gramps was a man who loved God with all of his heart. He is the only person I know who TRULY loved like Jesus Christ loves us. Grandpa didn't care what you've done in your past or the mistakes he knew you would make in the future; he loved you anyway. Two weeks ago, he sat in his room at the VA and prayed for his evening meal. He did not pray that God would heal him - in fact, he never once mentioned anything about himself or prayed for himself. He only prayed for the "hands that prepared it" and that others would come to know Christ. Over the past few weeks, many have sent cards, letters, and emails to our family telling us how Grandpa had impacted their life. Some were led to the Lord through my Grandpa's life, others recommited their lives to the Lord. Many have commented on what a strong man of God he was and how he lived out his life that way. As a Christian, could there be a better testimony than that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was not just my grandpa, he was my friend. He was full of wisdom and integrity. He was a hard worker his entire life and always willing to lend a helping hand. He was kind and gentle, but firm and grounded. He was compassionate and considerate of others. He loved his family very much. There was never a question about this. Anyone who met him was blessed by him. I am thankful for the Godly examply my Grandpa gave - not only to his family, but to everyone. He was funny and had a wonderful sense of humor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Selfishly, I want my Gramps here with me. Even though his body has been steadily declining over the past several weeks, I still want him here. I will miss our heart-to-heart talks that we shared, but will relish all of the magnificent memories he gave me. My Aunt told me this morning that all the tears we shed are simply because we love him so much.  This statement couldn't be more true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know today that Gramps is in heaven meeting the God of all Creation. He is celebrating, rejoicing, praising the Lord, and running up and down the streets of heaven. He is seeing my Grandma for the first time in eight years, and seeing her body completely healed for the first time ever. These are the reasons that I can rejoice in my Grandpa's passing. I miss him already, but Gramps, I will see you again one day! I love you "the mostest most!" :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-328472259465381951?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/328472259465381951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=328472259465381951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/328472259465381951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/328472259465381951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/06/charles-byron-fields.html' title='Charles Byron Fields'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/SEVJ1qskPkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PUo3kt8xTFI/s72-c/Lunch+with+Gramps+-+9.14.07+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-8569589991133630958</id><published>2008-03-11T10:03:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T13:39:13.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Weekend Away</title><content type='html'>For a "weekend away," Travis and I went to Chicago the weekend after Valentine's Day to spend the day relaxing and enjoying the windy city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived in Chicago around noon-ish, checked into our hotel, then went to &lt;a href="http://featuredfoods.com/cgi-local/SoftCart.exe/a-store/c-Ed_DebevicAns.shtml?L+scstore+stwv5558debevicffc42fc4+1205247483"&gt;Ed Debevic's &lt;/a&gt;for lunch. It was Travis' first time there. My parents had taken me there when I was a kid, so it was great to share that experience with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486056095793618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R9aSpE5aQdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QHd4djltSKA/s320/Chicago+Weekend+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486575786836450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R9aTHU5aQeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/OVaIF3VJ4cE/s320/Chicago+Weekend+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176486932269122034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R9aTcE5aQfI/AAAAAAAAAOE/USHsd1LZMWM/s320/Chicago+Weekend+2008+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After lunch, we walked up and down the &lt;a href="http://www.themagnificentmile.com/"&gt;Magnificent Mile&lt;/a&gt; and did some shopping. I found my next big purchase: &lt;a href="http://www.coach.com/content/product.aspx?product_no=10538&amp;amp;category_id=161"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; purse. Travis tried to convince me to buy it that day, but I set some goals at work and will get it when I reach them. I've never owned one, so it's good motivation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made our way back to the &lt;a href="http://amalfihotelchicago1-px.trvlclick.com/"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt; and then headed to dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.keefersrestaurant.com/"&gt;Keefer's&lt;/a&gt; and had a nice dinner. After dinner, we headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.theatreinchicago.com/theatredetail.php?theatreID=53"&gt;Ford Oriental Theatre&lt;/a&gt; where we had tickets to watch the Broadway production, &lt;a href="http://www.theatreinchicago.com/playdetail.php?playID=394"&gt;Wicked&lt;/a&gt;. We get to the front door, looked through my purse for the tickets, and they were no where to be found. Travis ran back to the restaurant to check with our waiter to see if I had left them on the table since that was the last place I remember having them (ironically, to make sure they were in my purse). I followed behind him, running the best I could in 3 inch heels. When I caught up to him at the restaurant, I searched my purse once again and found them stuck to an inner envelope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was now 7:50 and the show started at 8. We ran (as fast as I could in the aforementioned 3 inch heels) back to the theatre, tickets in hand, and made it into our seats with 2 minutes to spare. Unfortunately, the act of running in those heels left a blood blister the size of a half dollar on the ball of my left foot. It hurt so bad I could barely walk back to our hotel, which was just 6 blocks away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176537041652564482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="288" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R9bBA05aQgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/MuISnuxKgRE/s320/wicked.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wicked was absolutely amazing! The sets, the songs, the actors and actresses were all simply phenomenal! The only down side to it is that somewhere along the line (in between dinner and the close of the first act), I scratched my left cornea. No, I'm not kidding. I had to watch a good majority of the second act through one eye, or with both eyes closed because the lights were so bright onstage. Pathetic, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We made it back to our hotel after the show and I immediately went to relieve the pressure from the blood blister. It felt so much better, but I still couldn't walk properly. I also washed out my eyes with some drops, but that didn't help. My left eye ended up swelling up (I looked like someone had punched me in the eye!) and Travis had to get us back home on Sunday morning (he HATES driving in Chicago traffic).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a quick trip to the Marion ER, we finally made it home. Thank you, Lord, for getting us home safely! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-8569589991133630958?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/8569589991133630958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=8569589991133630958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/8569589991133630958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/8569589991133630958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2008/03/valentines-weekend-away.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Weekend Away'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R9aSpE5aQdI/AAAAAAAAAN0/QHd4djltSKA/s72-c/Chicago+Weekend+2008+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-3506408034789183178</id><published>2007-12-13T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T15:32:36.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally - THEY'RE HERE!!!</title><content type='html'>Our wedding pictures have arrived! They can be seen at: &lt;a href="http://www.gardenrose.net/stewart.htm"&gt;http://www.gardenrose.net/stewart.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album pre-design is absolutely amazing! She did an excellent job of "telling our story" through her pictures and presentation. If you want to view all of the proofs, the password is my maiden name: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fields&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-3506408034789183178?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/3506408034789183178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=3506408034789183178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3506408034789183178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3506408034789183178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-theyre-here.html' title='Finally - THEY&apos;RE HERE!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-5400486011390099216</id><published>2007-12-05T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:51:19.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Wrapper</title><content type='html'>On the inside of a piece of Dove Promises milk chocolate, the message read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be mischevious. It feels good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-5400486011390099216?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/5400486011390099216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=5400486011390099216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5400486011390099216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5400486011390099216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/12/candy-wrapper.html' title='Candy Wrapper'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-4707082956112552260</id><published>2007-11-20T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:28:02.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R0NC9_UOSyI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y4zSsJKbUJE/s1600-h/stewart-preview-8x10[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135021632868207394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R0NC9_UOSyI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y4zSsJKbUJE/s320/stewart-preview-8x10%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our wedding photographer is busy working away at our wedding photo album, but, until that is complete, she has put together a sneak preview of our wedding pictures (see above photo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her blog (&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/mrshaase"&gt;www.xanga.com/mrshaase&lt;/a&gt;) has a few extra pictures not on the collage. I LOVE the way they have turned out and can't wait to see the rest of them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back in a few weeks for the album pre-design and all of the proofs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-4707082956112552260?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/4707082956112552260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=4707082956112552260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4707082956112552260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4707082956112552260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures-preview.html' title='Pictures Preview'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/R0NC9_UOSyI/AAAAAAAAANs/Y4zSsJKbUJE/s72-c/stewart-preview-8x10%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-3329149068511765030</id><published>2007-10-31T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:40:38.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially Mrs. Stewart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi9rMFSttI/AAAAAAAAANk/31eNH3Izs2g/s1600-h/Pictures10.25+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127556725436757714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi9rMFSttI/AAAAAAAAANk/31eNH3Izs2g/s320/Pictures10.25+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm married!!! Words cannot describe how utterly happy and excited I was on our wedding day. God's presence was truly with us and He answered my prayer of giving us beautiful weather. There was not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was around 75 degrees. Perfect! Everyone has said how pretty and elegant everything was. My main goal with our wedding were three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elegant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoyable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;With all the little details, stress-outs and melt-downs, I have to say, it was all worth it. Marrying Travis truly was the happiest day of my life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't have many pictures yet (if you have some and are reading this blog, email them to me at &lt;a href="mailto:recentlykristi@hotmail.com"&gt;recentlykristi@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;!), but as they trickle in, I'll be sure to post more. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking pictures in the sanctuary before the ceremony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127551721799857810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi5H8FStpI/AAAAAAAAANE/Bchr5OO1Skk/s320/Pictures10.25+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful bridesmaids &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127550854216464002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi4VcFStoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/yZfTUHzULUU/s320/Wedding+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kiss! I have to admit, when the Pastor told Travis he could "kiss the bride" I just about jumped out of my shoes I was so excited! My knees go weak and my stomach flutters when he holds the back of my head when he kisses me like this. :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127550059647514194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi3nMFStlI/AAAAAAAAAMs/SlM20JWS95s/s320/Wedding+Pictures+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is an aerial view of what the reception hall looked like all lit up before the guests arrived. It turned out just how I pictured it in my head.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127552890030962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi6L8FStqI/AAAAAAAAANM/fc84KnP7Jzg/s320/Pictures10.25+012+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a close up of what the flowers looked like in the reception centerpieces. There were two dozen roses in each vase. There were 3 different colors of roses! We did all the flowers (centerpieces, bouquets, boutonnieres, and corsages) our self!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127553882168407730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi7FsFStrI/AAAAAAAAANU/Xgrv2dp6hGg/s320/Pictures10.25+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the cake - there were 175 roses on the cake alone!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127547615811122738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi1Y8FStjI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QcWoXv5Rz_A/s320/Wedding+Pictures+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-3329149068511765030?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/3329149068511765030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=3329149068511765030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3329149068511765030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3329149068511765030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/10/officially-mrs-stewart.html' title='Officially Mrs. Stewart'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Ryi9rMFSttI/AAAAAAAAANk/31eNH3Izs2g/s72-c/Pictures10.25+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-4357376919680420253</id><published>2007-10-15T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T13:39:58.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RxNt5H11VgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4lhQsxFCNpk/s1600-h/Engagement+Photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121558029375198722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RxNt5H11VgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4lhQsxFCNpk/s320/Engagement+Photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;5 days&lt;/span&gt; from today, I will be a married woman! My heart is already over joyed to be Travis' wife! This past weekend, I met with the hair stylist (Kim) that will be doing my hair on Saturday. She put my veil on and I immediately had to hold back a few tears. I played the one song for Kim that will be performed and started crying even more. She smiled and told me I could cry all I wanted to! :) I'm going to be an absolute sobbing mess on Saturday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our engagement announcement was &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; put in the paper this past Sunday. It can be viewed &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.chronicle-tribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20071014/LIFESTYLE10/710140309/1033"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You should be able to access it for several weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the lack of posting as of late. My schedule has not been my own (as you can probably imagine) here lately. I'm really looking forward to seeing everything with the wedding come together. I've planned for 7 months for this weekend, and I'm eager for it to get here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving Sunday for our honeymoon to &lt;a href="http://www.stlucia.org/"&gt;St. Lucia&lt;/a&gt;. We will be there for a whole week, arriving back in Indiana around midnight on Saturday. I'm sure there will be lots of pictures after our return. See you all soon! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-4357376919680420253?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/4357376919680420253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=4357376919680420253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4357376919680420253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4357376919680420253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/10/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RxNt5H11VgI/AAAAAAAAAMU/4lhQsxFCNpk/s72-c/Engagement+Photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-1027429030477813095</id><published>2007-09-04T15:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T16:30:08.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Prayer Request Update</title><content type='html'>I wanted to give all you prayer warriors an update on my Grandpa, Charlie Fields. He returned home from the hospital on Thursday, August 30th. His kidneys levels are back to where they should be (Praise the LORD!), but his body has held on to so much fluid for the past two weeks, he is struggling to get rid of it all. I spent close to four hours with him yesterday and we had a wonderful day! Thank you Jesus for giving us that time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep praying everyone! Your prayers are heard and God is honoring them! Keep praying that God touches Granpa's body and he is restored 100%! Thank you all so much (from me and Grandpa too)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-1027429030477813095?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/1027429030477813095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=1027429030477813095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/1027429030477813095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/1027429030477813095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayer-request-update.html' title='Prayer Request Update'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-649333193909647066</id><published>2007-09-04T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T15:55:53.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>I got a knock on the back door of my office this afternoon from a flower delivery man. I had a rough week last week, and this really brought a smile to my face this afternoon. Travis sent this beautiful bouquet of flowers to me today at work "Just Because." &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106439287853150930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rt23eiuV8tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-9qlfo7NfwE/s320/Travis+sent+me+flowers+9.4.2007+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106439670105240290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rt230yuV8uI/AAAAAAAAAME/RQ4ojmNffpo/s320/Travis+sent+me+flowers+9.4.2007+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106439897738506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rt24CCuV8vI/AAAAAAAAAMM/o0F4_B8CHDA/s320/Travis+sent+me+flowers+9.4.2007+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Or maybe it was because he sent me flowers at work over a year ago...and I forgot. :) I definitely WILL NOT forget this time! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-649333193909647066?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/649333193909647066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=649333193909647066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/649333193909647066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/649333193909647066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rt23eiuV8tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-9qlfo7NfwE/s72-c/Travis+sent+me+flowers+9.4.2007+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-3960368003295482922</id><published>2007-08-28T11:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T12:46:23.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past Saturday, several relatives on my mom's side threw me a bridal shower. Here are some of the pictures taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRJ4iuV8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vJ82i46yOug/s1600-h/Pictures8.27+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103785513460298274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRJ4iuV8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vJ82i46yOug/s320/Pictures8.27+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786454058136146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRKvSuV8lI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Ir0nt8bWcSU/s320/Pictures8.27+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The whole spread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103785723913695794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRKEyuV8jI/AAAAAAAAAKs/GpIv59IbWyo/s320/Pictures8.27+161.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The picture on the cake is from our engagement photo session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786204950032962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRKgyuV8kI/AAAAAAAAAK0/ldjwQo8Nwn8/s320/Pictures8.27+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103786634446762594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRK5yuV8mI/AAAAAAAAALE/JO3v7IqCefs/s320/Pictures8.27+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Mom got us a duvet cover that's just beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103787076828394098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRLTiuV8nI/AAAAAAAAALM/77GiaGnE1l4/s320/Pictures8.27+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Clockwise starting from left: Me, Connie (Travis' mom), Rossi (my future sister-in-law), Katelynn (my future niece), Sloane (my future niece). and Mia (also my future niece)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103787652354011778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRL1CuV8oI/AAAAAAAAALU/rhtTiBLiR-g/s320/Pictures8.27+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Clockwise from top left: Cousin Mickey, Aunt Sharon, 2nd Cousin Amber, Cousin Kelli (also my Maid of Honor), and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103788309484008082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRMbSuV8pI/AAAAAAAAALc/rYacLLwzL6I/s320/Pictures8.27+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aunt Kim, Kelli, and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103789185657336498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRNOSuV8rI/AAAAAAAAALs/KLfXcO5TcjM/s320/Pictures8.27+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Aunt Anne, Cousin Tara, Cousin Amy, Kelli, and I&lt;/p&gt;The entire day was so incredibly special. Even on the way down to Indianapolis before the shower, I felt so thankful and grateful that my family would even throw a shower for Travis and I. The love and support for us means so much to me. If any of you are reading this, thank you from the bottom of my heart. You all mean so much to me and I am truly appreciative of all you did. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-3960368003295482922?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/3960368003295482922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=3960368003295482922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3960368003295482922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3960368003295482922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/08/bridal-shower.html' title='Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RtRJ4iuV8iI/AAAAAAAAAKk/vJ82i46yOug/s72-c/Pictures8.27+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-4440708714500642799</id><published>2007-08-23T11:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T12:59:53.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Pray</title><content type='html'>My dad called me around 9pm last night and said that my Grandpa Fields had been admitted into Marion General Hospital and the next 24 hrs were very critical. His kidneys are not working properly, thus, he is not able to use the restroom as he needs to. His body is holding onto all the fluid, thus making his body swell. It is also making it very difficult for him to breathe because of the weight and pressure being put on his lungs from the fluid. His blood levels are really low but they can't give him any blood because that is just adding more fluid to his body. Gramps has leukemia, so they were giving him a round of chemo last night to make the white blood cell count go down sot hey could give him blood. He has a very bad heart, too. All that said, please pray for my Grandpa - &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Charlie Fields&lt;/span&gt; - if you think about it. He is a strong Christian and one of the Godliest men I know. It would be (selfishly) devastating to see him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I just found out a few moments ago that one of my childhood friends, Isha, lost her father last week after a long battle with cancer. Please pray for Isha and her family as they go through this. Pray especially hard for salvation for their family. They have been through so much over the past several years and I so desparately want them to know the peace that passes all understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-4440708714500642799?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/4440708714500642799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=4440708714500642799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4440708714500642799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4440708714500642799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/08/please-pray.html' title='Please Pray'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-706764726611591213</id><published>2007-08-02T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T14:41:48.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Photos</title><content type='html'>Travis and I are a whopping 11 weeks away from our wedding day. Plans continue to be made and everything seems to be coming together nicely. All the little details are so much fun! I know...I'm weird because I actually enjoy this stuff! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, we had our engagement photo session in Marion and Fairmount. The photograher has put together a slideshow of her favorite photos. What do you think? :) &lt;a href="http://www.gardenrose.net/stewart/index.html"&gt;http://www.gardenrose.net/stewart/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-706764726611591213?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/706764726611591213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=706764726611591213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/706764726611591213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/706764726611591213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/08/engagement-photos.html' title='Engagement Photos'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-2856278418269192779</id><published>2007-07-20T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T14:08:29.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan got married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;The last weekend in June, I traveled down to Lexington, KY, for Megan (Porter) Marcum's wedding. Megan gave me the opportunity to do all of her floral arrangements for the wedding. I was in a chilly basement with my iPod for 8 hours cutting, binding, taping, and hot-gluing 1 bride's bouquet, 1 groom's boutonniere, 6 bridesmaids bouquets, 15 corsages, 13 boutonnieres, 2 grandmother's flowers, and LOTS of gerbera daisies (too many to count). This gave me great practice on doing my own flowers in October (I know, I'm crazy!)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089339437953980194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD3QRyiFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ijAbYr3_QMQ/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The Bridesmaids bouquets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089340657724692322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD4XRyiF2I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PIZVKnUHoZE/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The boutonnieres &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089340309832341330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD4DByiF1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/NTt2A9zw5wM/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The corsages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089339957645023042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD3uhyiF0I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-4I4RAwIPQI/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Megan's Bouquet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089339777256396594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD3kByiFzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/0T1h_ruO-O4/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Reception centerpieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089340906832795506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD4lxyiF3I/AAAAAAAAAKU/u-hxPfiDF7A/s320/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here comes the bride! Megan's face was one of sheer terror when the doors were first opened for her to walk down the aisle. It was pretty horrific and funny all at the same time. I loved how her dad was talking to her to help her keep her sanity! Too cute! Congrats Andrew and Megan Marcum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-2856278418269192779?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/2856278418269192779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=2856278418269192779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/2856278418269192779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/2856278418269192779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/07/megan-got-married.html' title='Megan got married!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RqD3QRyiFyI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ijAbYr3_QMQ/s72-c/Megan+Porter%27s+Wedding+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-5368475071134882984</id><published>2007-06-12T09:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:00:06.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO BLOGGERLAND!!! I know I've taken a brief hiatus from blogging (still reading other blogs and feeilng guilty all at the same time), but I've decided to come back. No, Kristen, blogging doesn't stop after getting engaged. :) I simply haven't had the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what's been going on lately:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wedding plans are moving along well.&lt;br /&gt;Church - check!&lt;br /&gt;Reception Hall - check!&lt;br /&gt;Wedding dress - check! (due in July 9th)&lt;br /&gt;Church decorations - check!&lt;br /&gt;Reception decorations - in process&lt;br /&gt;Excitement for our wedding day - CHECK!!! :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;My "little" brother graduated from Mississinewa High School on June 2nd. I can't believe he's old enough to be going off to college in the fall. He will be going to IWU (no big surprise there) and majoring in Christian Ministries, Economics and Finance, and minoring in communications...or so he says now. :) I'm sure that will change at least one or more times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075174344688909618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rm6kLVRbvTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Rm7gqosUpSo/s320/Chas%27+High+School+Graduation+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075177080583077250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rm6mqlRbvYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nxw8FxadoC0/s320/Chas%27+High+School+Graduation+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took a last-minute road trip out to California the week of Memorial Day. My cousin Jonathan is living out in San Diego for the summer and he needed a road buddy to make the trek with him. When I say last-minute, here's how quick it really did happen:&lt;br /&gt;*Talked to him Sunday, May 27th, at 7:30 pm about going thinking there's no possible way I could do it&lt;br /&gt;*Ok'd it with my boss at 8:30pm Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;*Booked the one-way flight home for Thursday at 9pm&lt;br /&gt;*Departed from Gas City at 10:30am Monday, May 28th&lt;br /&gt;*1st day - traveled from Gas City to Oklahoma City (Jon lost his wallet in St. Louis - story here is worthy of another post)&lt;br /&gt;*2nd day - traveled from Oklahoma City to Flagstaff, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;*3rd day - traveled from Flagstaff up to the Grand Canyon, back to Flagstaff and then on to San Diego. Arrived in San Diego 11:30pm their time&lt;br /&gt;*4th day - Arrived at the San Diego airport at 6am for my 7:30am flight. Arrived back in Indiana at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, it was a QUICK trip, but definitely worth it to see the Grand Canyon! God is SO amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, I got into a fight on Friday night. A knock-out, drag down fight...with a telephone pole. I wasn't hurt, but Dorothy (my car was). Dorothy vs. the telephone pole, and the telephone pole won. :( Completely my fault, but could have been avoided if the stupid girl parked illegally in the alley wouldn't have parked &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. *Sigh* Dorothy's in the shop and it will cost a little over $1500 to fix her. At least she was still driveable! Below is the damage. :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075175384070995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rm6lH1RbvVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/bfOSzx_-vK8/s320/Kristi+vs.+Telephone+Pole+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075175877992234338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rm6lklRbvWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-XkSGqgcUNs/s320/Kristi+vs.+Telephone+Pole+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Good news is - no one was hurt and I'll have her back Friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-5368475071134882984?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/5368475071134882984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=5368475071134882984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5368475071134882984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5368475071134882984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rm6kLVRbvTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Rm7gqosUpSo/s72-c/Chas%27+High+School+Graduation+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-176046018904597270</id><published>2007-03-27T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T10:18:59.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For those who haven't heard yet, I'M ENGAGED! Travis proposed Saturday night and I said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's how it happened:&lt;br /&gt;Andrea (Ketchem) Robinson and I were having a girls day and decided to have manicures and pedicures done in Indy. We spent the afternoon there and returned back to my house shortly after 7pm. Upon our return, I opened the front door only to see approx. 100 candles lit, 80 tulips (my favorite flower) everywhere in the living room, and Travis down on one knee in front of me! I immediately began crying and he proposed. I could barely mutter out a YES! After I said yes, he said, "OK!" and stood up to hug me. Mid-embrace, I looked up and there were 6 of my closest friends standing in my living room to share the excitement with us! It was definitely a special moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Below are a few pictures from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travis preparing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046600441891471602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgkgXSZFQPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ys6RQA_XJmk/s320/DSC00029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See all the candles in my living room?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046605411168633154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rgkk4iZFQUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/961qF980oqE/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; The proposal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046603555742761234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgkjMiZFQRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/MxR75v412nI/s320/Engagement+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jerusha came in from Ohio to be a part of the surprise!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046604822758113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgkkWSZFQTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CQ5zo2y8zgs/s320/Engagement+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lori just moved home from Oregon, so I was excited she was there!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046605948039545170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgklXyZFQVI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fZ-J-ZCYUGI/s320/Engagement+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cousin Kelli was there, too! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046606506385293666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rgkl4SZFQWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FvRGw8E3CbM/s320/Engagement+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I said yes! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046607382558622066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgkmrSZFQXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/wjegErHTQWc/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ring&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046607979559076226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgknOCZFQYI/AAAAAAAAAHo/n58pi0oaZ6M/s320/Engagement+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-176046018904597270?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/176046018904597270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=176046018904597270' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/176046018904597270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/176046018904597270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/03/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RgkgXSZFQPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Ys6RQA_XJmk/s72-c/DSC00029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-3390162221092377211</id><published>2007-03-13T09:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T09:42:56.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1-year "Anniversary"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travis and I have officially been dating for a year (as of March 10th). I can't believe how quickly the year has gone! To celebrate, he treated me to a very nice dinner at Mo's Steakhouse in downtown Indy. Here are a few pics from the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403735909041138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rfap_MAvg_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cdRaQTg5FrQ/s320/1+year+dating+anniversary+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Travis' face as he looked at the bill. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403495390872546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfapxMAvg-I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/oCnXNT7aCPc/s320/1+year+dating+anniversary+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-3390162221092377211?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/3390162221092377211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=3390162221092377211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3390162221092377211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/3390162221092377211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-year-anniversary.html' title='1-year &quot;Anniversary&quot;'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/Rfap_MAvg_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/cdRaQTg5FrQ/s72-c/1+year+dating+anniversary+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-7802708066471833049</id><published>2007-03-08T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:33:27.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter in Indiana</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now every single person has either seen pictures or heard about it on the news, but Indiana got hit with a snowstorm a few weeks ago. Believe it or not, Indiana Wesleyan closed down for TWO DAYS in a row! I think that must be a first in school history. Here are a few pictures from around my house during the two days I had off. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can't tell from the picture, but my car is to the right, and snow was all the way up to the rear bumper. I shoveled out half of the driveway and Travis finished the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBijeeBLqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DybSoat2870/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039636344641498786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBijeeBLqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DybSoat2870/s320/Miscellaneous+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The house across the street &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBiPueBLpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PA1zLJSVGmw/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039636005339082386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBiPueBLpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PA1zLJSVGmw/s320/Miscellaneous+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind was so fierce, that it knocked over the gas grill and the snow covered it all up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBiD-eBLoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Pp4sVtqEhWs/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039635803475619458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBiD-eBLoI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Pp4sVtqEhWs/s320/Miscellaneous+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibson was begging me to come back inside! Funny enough, the snow was taller than he was. It was quite entertaining to throw him in the snow and watch him react!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039637959549202114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBkBeeBLsI/AAAAAAAAAGI/jJblQ5rZ4LU/s320/Miscellaneous+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the back yard. You can't really tell from this picture, but the snow is half way up the chain-link fence! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBhpueBLmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VDuOZJ-KfXs/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039635352504053346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBhpueBLmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/VDuOZJ-KfXs/s320/Miscellaneous+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBhiOeBLlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwowIKgUKZQ/s1600-h/Miscellaneous+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039635223655034450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBhiOeBLlI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HwowIKgUKZQ/s320/Miscellaneous+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-7802708066471833049?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/7802708066471833049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=7802708066471833049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/7802708066471833049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/7802708066471833049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/03/winter-in-indiana.html' title='Winter in Indiana'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RfBijeeBLqI/AAAAAAAAAF4/DybSoat2870/s72-c/Miscellaneous+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-6821548408356820470</id><published>2007-02-01T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T09:03:21.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>And finally...New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year, the church decided to do a Gaither-like Homecoming concert with the people of the church. We practiced a lot, had a wonderful time, and God was glorified!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before the performance, there is, of course, rehearsal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ79HtetcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5-DiriY2Rg/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026716424070936002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ79HtetcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5-DiriY2Rg/s320/Christmas+2006+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7xntetbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3t0iVXenMWU/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026716226502440370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7xntetbI/AAAAAAAAAD4/3t0iVXenMWU/s320/Christmas+2006+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7lntetaI/AAAAAAAAADw/KO8KYw3dQvQ/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026716020344010146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7lntetaI/AAAAAAAAADw/KO8KYw3dQvQ/s320/Christmas+2006+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7eHtetZI/AAAAAAAAADo/_kUL_q_Xx28/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026715891494991250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7eHtetZI/AAAAAAAAADo/_kUL_q_Xx28/s320/Christmas+2006+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7UHtetYI/AAAAAAAAADg/7INO0FQUWmY/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026715719696299394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ7UHtetYI/AAAAAAAAADg/7INO0FQUWmY/s320/Christmas+2006+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ66HtetXI/AAAAAAAAADY/j6msp9h8FAk/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026715273019700594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ66HtetXI/AAAAAAAAADY/j6msp9h8FAk/s320/Christmas+2006+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The actual performance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026719194324841938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ-eXtetdI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-GChqokLtGg/s320/Christmas+2006+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy (a.k.a. Bill Gaither) the night of the performance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6tXtetWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8TuSCZm_dDo/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026715053976368482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6tXtetWI/AAAAAAAAADQ/8TuSCZm_dDo/s320/Christmas+2006+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, that's me in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6jXtetVI/AAAAAAAAADI/-T_CM2uPvIk/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026714882177676626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6jXtetVI/AAAAAAAAADI/-T_CM2uPvIk/s320/Christmas+2006+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6a3tetUI/AAAAAAAAADA/A6rQH2UcbU4/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026714736148788546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ6a3tetUI/AAAAAAAAADA/A6rQH2UcbU4/s320/Christmas+2006+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-6821548408356820470?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/6821548408356820470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=6821548408356820470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/6821548408356820470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/6821548408356820470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-finallynew-years-eve.html' title='And finally...New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ79HtetcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/H5-DiriY2Rg/s72-c/Christmas+2006+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-4837993436343671311</id><published>2007-02-01T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:34:37.231-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas morning with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brother opening his gifts first, since he's the youngest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3xntetTI/AAAAAAAAACs/7gzZJhEnB-c/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026711828455929138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3xntetTI/AAAAAAAAACs/7gzZJhEnB-c/s320/Christmas+2006+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3intetSI/AAAAAAAAACk/jUD_iGK1QPo/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026711570757891362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3intetSI/AAAAAAAAACk/jUD_iGK1QPo/s320/Christmas+2006+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad, who HATES tape on gifts, so he uses a knift to open his gifts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3cXtetRI/AAAAAAAAACc/9tdycfMcke8/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026711463383708946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3cXtetRI/AAAAAAAAACc/9tdycfMcke8/s320/Christmas+2006+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-4837993436343671311?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/4837993436343671311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=4837993436343671311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4837993436343671311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/4837993436343671311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/02/christmas-morning-with-my-family.html' title='Christmas morning with my family'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJ3xntetTI/AAAAAAAAACs/7gzZJhEnB-c/s72-c/Christmas+2006+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-5632486100560160557</id><published>2007-02-01T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T18:12:31.845-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>I am alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and here are some new pictures!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I haven't purposely not been blogging. I simply haven't had time. I'm waiting on my information meeting to start up in Mishawaka, Indiana, so I have a few moments. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Travis and I at the Fields' family Christmas (my Dad's side)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026702096060036178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJu7HtetFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ivS-RNkDVjI/s320/Christmas+2006+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Daddy-o and me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026702766074934370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJviHtetGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Y7QTEmX20Rw/s320/Christmas+2006+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kelli &amp; I (w/ Kel's boyfriend Andy looking on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026704664450479218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJxQntetHI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KYShal7N8HA/s320/Christmas+2006+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp; Grandpa Fields - one of the best men in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026705351645246594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJx4ntetII/AAAAAAAAAAk/PtWljNuqUaA/s320/Christmas+2006+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Travis found a playmate in 5 year old Kinser. They went around the house looking for any cup they could find (whether or not people were finished with them!) and made different statues and pyramids with them. Kinser then took a Hot Wheels car and tried to knock them down, kind of like bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026705553508709522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJyEXtetJI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Iw0pmPLan4Q/s320/Christmas+2006+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026706077494719650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJyi3tetKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/f_4QZzB2Fg8/s320/Christmas+2006+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-5632486100560160557?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/5632486100560160557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=5632486100560160557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5632486100560160557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/5632486100560160557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive...'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_37wqlu8owAc/RcJu7HtetFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ivS-RNkDVjI/s72-c/Christmas+2006+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116466047645438063</id><published>2006-11-27T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:47:56.483-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures of Thanksgiving at the Fields' house!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Me &amp; brother (doesn't he look so handsome now that his braces are off?!)  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/930149/Thanksgiving%202006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/514187/Thanksgiving%202006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Travis and I watching the Dallas Cowboys football game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/868825/Thanksgiving%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/853598/Thanksgiving%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trav going back for more food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/606865/Thanksgiving%202006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/378560/Thanksgiving%202006%20011.jpg" border="0" /&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/17229392-116466047645438063?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116466047645438063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116466047645438063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116466047645438063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116466047645438063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116465987126941354</id><published>2006-11-27T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:38:33.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momma listening intently on what Aunt Brenda is saying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/824504/Thanksgiving%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/825974/Thanksgiving%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but Aunt Brenda stops to smile for the camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/966060/Thanksgiving%202006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/224059/Thanksgiving%202006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting to play the next round of Catch Phrase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this picture: Travis, Momma, &amp; cousin Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/591180/Thanksgiving%202006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/393294/Thanksgiving%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Kelli!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/78397/Thanksgiving%202006%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/796472/Thanksgiving%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp; Kelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/773179/Thanksgiving%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/487450/Thanksgiving%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's coming back for a &lt;strong&gt;third&lt;/strong&gt; round of food while re-living his hippie days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/3610/Thanksgiving%202006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/785952/Thanksgiving%202006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Travis pouting after losing five times in a row at Catch Phrase! &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/1600/401137/Thanksgiving%202006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/1656/320/216407/Thanksgiving%202006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-116465987126941354?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116465987126941354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116465987126941354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116465987126941354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116465987126941354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/11/momma-listening-intently-on-what-aunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116300414275167206</id><published>2006-11-08T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:42:23.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kris%20Chas%20Prom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Kris%20Chas%20Prom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe you're 18 today! It seems like just yesterday Mom brought you home from the hospital (all10 lbs. 14 oz. of you)! Here are some highlights of the life of Charles "Chas" Kent Fields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You ate your own poop twice while going through the potty-training process. I forced you to wet yourself because I pinned you down and tickled you for long periods of time. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was the time you and Ryan Wright drew a line down every one of the pews in the sanctuary at Chapel Pike with a black crayon on a Saturday night. Everyone spent the next four hours scrubbing the pews with Goo Gone to get it out. The church still smelled like citrus on Sunday morning! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was the time you ran into a car with your face because Eric Gunyon was chasing you. Your front two teeth fell out when you were only 3 1/2. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was the time I was in high school and you in elementary that you wanted to hang out with my friends but I didn't want you to. You got mad at me and yelled, "FINE THEN! I won't let YOU hang out with MY friends!" You didn't understand that I didn't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to socialize with 2nd graders.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before you could really talk, you would call water "Ayye." (Similar to ice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had a lisp until you were 6. It stopped when your baby teeth started falling out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You used to play "thwords (a.k.a. "swords")" and "gunths (a.k.a. "guns")"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you were born, you had long, straight black hair. That all fell out and blonde curls came in. As you have grown up and matured (ha!), it has darkened to brown curls. That is, when you let it grow out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are now 18, Chas, and a sister could not be more proud of her "little" brother! You rock and I love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-116300414275167206?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116300414275167206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116300414275167206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116300414275167206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116300414275167206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-brother.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROTHER!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116162327732577342</id><published>2006-10-23T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T09:02:58.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Round 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last but not least, John Paul's wedding was this past Saturday in Massillon, OH (just south of Cleveland). It was a 5 hour trek there and a 5 hour trek back, but it was a beautiful wedding! I was the guestbook attendant and Travis politely and patiently stood by my side the entire day. (Everyone together now, "Awwww!" haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/John%20Paul%27s%20Wedding%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Travis &amp; me at the reception&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/John%20Paul%27s%20Wedding%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, John Paul &amp;amp; Jolie Churchill&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-116162327732577342?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116162327732577342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116162327732577342' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162327732577342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162327732577342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-round-3.html' title='Update - Round 3'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116162045215532782</id><published>2006-10-23T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:52:48.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Round 2</title><content type='html'>Blogger won't let me post all my pictures in one post, so, one additional picture from Jon's game: me and "Big Jon!" &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jon%27s%20Soccer%20Game%20013.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;October 9-13th I was in Phoenix, AZ, for work. It was a pretty good week overall. I loved flying over New Mexico. I never knew it was so beautiful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Phoenix%20-%20October%202006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me, eating rattlesnake?! NO WAY!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(You're right, I didn't. :) Just posed for the picture.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Phoenix%20-%20October%202006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me &amp; Kathy at Rustler's Roost (a.k.a. The Slide Restaurant)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Phoenix%20-%20October%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A sign in the restroom at Macayos restaurant. Cracked me up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Phoenix%20-%20October%202006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Candace (another IWU-er) &amp; my roommate for the week, Kathy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Phoenix%20-%20October%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This will surprise no one who knows me that while eating lunch outside on Thursday, I sat in something purple-ish in color (bird poo, anyone?). This picture was taken as I was trying to get it out of my pants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-116162045215532782?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116162045215532782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116162045215532782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162045215532782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162045215532782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-round-2.html' title='Update - Round 2'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-116162015426872201</id><published>2006-10-23T11:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:20:58.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update! Update!! Update!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some have asked (both inside and outside the blogging world) where I have been. Well, folks, I've been all over here lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start off, the first Saturday in October, I went with my Aunt Tesa to St. Louis to surprise my cousin Jonathan at his soccer game against Maryville College. It's Jon's senior year at Greenville College, and I had yet to make it to one game. I had to make it to at least one game since it was his senior year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jon%27s%20Soccer%20Game%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Jon warming up before the game&lt;br /&gt;What a game it was! The first half was a little slow and pretty uneventful. The second half, however, Jon scored the first goal by head butting the ball into the goal! Greenville came out full-force! They ended up shutting out Maryville 4-0! Apparently, last year's game was pretty rough: lots of fights and lots of hecklers from Maryville. There were about 2 dozen hecklers from Maryville this year. And it was quite amusing when the hecklers were heckling and Greenville scored! One of the Greenville players ran by the hecklers with his hands displaying the score at that time: 3-o. It shut the hecklers up very quickly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jon%27s%20Soccer%20Game%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jon is the 2nd from the left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jon%27s%20Soccer%20Game%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heading down the right side of the field&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jon%27s%20Soccer%20Game%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jon directing the other players&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-116162015426872201?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/116162015426872201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=116162015426872201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162015426872201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/116162015426872201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/10/update-update-update.html' title='Update! Update!! Update!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115938802615698069</id><published>2006-09-27T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:13:46.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, since I finished my MBA, Travis gave me my graduation present a little early. I've wanted this for awhile now, so you can believe it when I tell you I didn't think he was telling me the truth when he told me he bought me an iPod! (He bought the white one; I wanted the black one; he didn't give it to me until he exchanged it.) THANK YOU TRAVIS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/iPod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize it until &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; he purchased the iPod, that the songs I had on my other laptop had to be the same as whatever computer I hooked up to from there on out. Which meant I would have no computer to hook up the iPod to, since I had to turn my laptop in at the end of my MBA program. So, ultimately, I bought a new laptop. This is my graduation gift to myself! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Toshiba%20Satellite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New toys are so much fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115938802615698069?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115938802615698069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115938802615698069' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115938802615698069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115938802615698069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-toys.html' title='New Toys'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115928000153772142</id><published>2006-09-26T10:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T10:13:21.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is finished!!</title><content type='html'>That's right, folks...as of last night, I have officially completed my MBA coursework! I printed off my final project/paper and turned it in last night. It ended up being 60 pages long, and I could not be more pleased (both to get it done and to have accomplished such a large project)!! I will hopefully receive my grade in the next few weeks and will officially graduate in December. It's been a long two years, but Praise GOD it's over!!! YAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115928000153772142?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115928000153772142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115928000153772142' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115928000153772142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115928000153772142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-is-finished.html' title='It is finished!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115868468369649299</id><published>2006-09-19T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T12:51:23.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Indiana Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;These pictures were taken on my way home from work last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's all the same sunset, just at differenet points throughout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't God just so creative and imaginitve?! Note: No filters were used on these images!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Skyskapes%20003-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Skyskapes%20003-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Skyskapes%20005-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Skyskapes%20005-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Skyskapes%20006-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Skyskapes%20006-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Skyskapes%20007-2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Skyskapes%20007-2.1.jpg" border="0" /&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/17229392-115868468369649299?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115868468369649299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115868468369649299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115868468369649299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115868468369649299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/indiana-sunset.html' title='Indiana Sunset'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115799729892829230</id><published>2006-09-11T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:54:58.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephanie got married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bridesmaids and Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cousin Tara and I - she's due with her first baby in November&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Armadillo Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Anne and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &amp; my 2nd cousin, Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Stephanie%20%26%20Joe%27s%20Wedding%20019.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bride and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Stephanie%20&amp;amp;%20Joe"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Stephanie got married on Saturday! She looked absolutely radiant! YAY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115799729892829230?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115799729892829230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115799729892829230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115799729892829230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115799729892829230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/stephanie-got-married.html' title='Stephanie got married!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115748246850621539</id><published>2006-09-05T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:54:28.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's so sneaky...</title><content type='html'>Ok, as an addition to my last post, I was just working on something here at the office, and was using Post-It Note after Post-It Note. Half way down in the middle of the stack, Travis wrote "I Love You" for me to find. I'm not sure when he snuck this in today, but it definitely made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one lucky woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115748246850621539?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115748246850621539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115748246850621539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115748246850621539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115748246850621539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/hes-so-sneaky.html' title='He&apos;s so sneaky...'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115748106784190541</id><published>2006-09-05T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T14:46:03.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A nice surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often think I have the best boyfriend ever. I had to work today (as usual), but Travis had the day off. Just before 11:00am, the receptionist out front called and said that someone by the name of "Travis" was here to see me. I could not believe my eyes! He drove up to Fort Wayne on his day off to surprise me and take me to lunch. We went to a place called Casa! Ristorante (Italian) and it was so good. The food was good, yes, but the company was even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not the first time Travis has done something to surprise me. Just a few weeks ago, it was up to him to plan our date night on a Friday night. I mentioned the usual dinner and a movie, but then retracted my statement and left the planning up to him. In a sarcastic manner, I said, "Yeah, you can do whatever you want. Are you going to show up at my door on a white horse with a big bouquet of flowers?" He said he would do his best. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I arrived home that evening, however, there he was asleep on my couch! No dinner. No movie. No flowers. I woke him up and he proceeded to tell me how he went to one of our favorite restaurants and was trying to order for both of us, but he couldn't remember what the dish I liked was called. Strike #1. He then went to Blockbuster and didn't know what kind of movie I wanted to watch, nor what I had/had not watched already. Strike #2. After poking fun and laughing at him for his sweet yet failed attempt, I went into the kitchen to put some dishes away. I peeked back into the living room and Travis had disappeared. I walked into the living room and started down the hallway, when out popped Travis with a HUGE bouquet of flowers! I was speechless! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you, baby! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers!%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers%21%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers!%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers%21%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers!%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Travis%20Got%20Me%20Flowers%21%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115748106784190541?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115748106784190541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115748106784190541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115748106784190541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115748106784190541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/nice-surprise.html' title='A nice surprise'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115714264123377609</id><published>2006-09-01T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:30:41.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DDR &amp; My Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was doing DDR last night and I hear this clicking noise - very similar to that of fingernail clippers. I was the only one home, so I started to think I was going crazy. It was SO loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around to find Gibson sitting on the ottoman right behind me chewing on his fingernails! I've never seen a dog do this before! How crazy is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watching my feet as I'm doing DDR. He's mesmerized by how fast my feet can move. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's such a big baby. Here he is rolling over for me to rub his belly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115714264123377609?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115714264123377609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115714264123377609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115714264123377609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115714264123377609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/09/ddr-my-dog.html' title='DDR &amp; My Dog'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115694973608354714</id><published>2006-08-30T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:55:36.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Cell Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/lg_vx8500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/lg_vx8500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my new cell phone. The LG Chocolate phone is totally sweet (pun intended).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115694973608354714?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115694973608354714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115694973608354714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115694973608354714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115694973608354714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-cell-phone.html' title='New Cell Phone'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115635950170358002</id><published>2006-08-23T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:58:21.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Pics - Round Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-052-24A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-052-24A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Travis and I waiting on my "other" boyfriend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-050-23A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-050-23A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's coming over to see us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-044-20A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-044-20A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-042-19A.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-042-19A.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you see Dave looking directly into MY eyes?!?! I was on cloud #9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-040-18A.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-040-18A.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115635950170358002?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115635950170358002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115635950170358002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115635950170358002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115635950170358002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/dave-pics-round-two.html' title='Dave Pics - Round Two'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115626509105403905</id><published>2006-08-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T15:37:34.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Came True!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-038-17A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-038-17A.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-034-15A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-034-15A.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-032-14A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-032-14A.jpg" width="331" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/1139120-R1-028-12A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/1139120-R1-028-12A.jpg" width="328" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re all sitting on the edge of your seat wondering how my meeting with Dave went. Here it is in a nutshell: he came over to us (there were only 15) after he introduced the opening act. We stood in a U shape backstage, with Travis and I in the center. I did tear up when Dave came over to talk to us. The only words I could spit out were, “I’m so sorry I’m crying. I’ve just waited 12 years for this!” Dave was so very kind – he hugged and held me as tears were rolling down my face. He replied with, “It’s ok. I understand – not necessarily for me, but it’s a good thing to have that much joy!” I gave him several gifts specifically from Indiana (a couple books, a postcard of James Dean’s grave). I was barely able to hand him the items my hands were shaking so much. After he went around and talked with everyone, we took a group picture for the fan club website (Dave stood next to me!). He waved at the group, winked at me, and was whisked away to go warm up for the show. He mingled with us for around 35 minutes total. It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pictures, you can see Dave looking directly at me, not paying much attention to Travis. I'm having difficulty uploading them right now, but as soon as I can, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely a memorable night. Thank you for sharing it with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115626509105403905?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115626509105403905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115626509105403905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115626509105403905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115626509105403905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-dream-came-true.html' title='My Dream Came True!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115567167671267909</id><published>2006-08-15T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:16:15.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exciting News!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/6.13.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/6.13.05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! I just wanted to share some good news with you all! (No, I'm not engaged!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a phone call last night from the Dave Matthews Band fan club (of which I am a 7 year member) and they told me that I've been selected to meet Dave himself tomorrow night before the Nashville concert! Can you believe it?! I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; get to meet Dave!!! They allow us to take in 2 items each for him to sign and I can also take in a disposable camera. You bet I'll be taking all of that in! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you all are jumping for joy (kidding) as I was last night. Ok, I admit it - I teared up a little out of excitement. :) I'm a big goober, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'M EXCITED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pictures will follow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115567167671267909?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115567167671267909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115567167671267909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115567167671267909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115567167671267909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/exciting-news.html' title='Exciting News!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115531327628410724</id><published>2006-08-11T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:21:16.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip on Clipping Coupons</title><content type='html'>I've been trying to save up more money than I normally do here lately. Ever since graduating college I've been clipping coupons to save a little extra cash. I think I've gone overboard, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, I probably saved $6-$8 in coupons everytime I went to Wal-Mart to pick up supplies, groceries, etc. Last weekend, I decided I was going to stretch my money even a little further, and I went to Family Dollar (FD) instead of Wal-Mart (somewhat for my sanity, too). FD is only 3 blocks from my house, so I'm spending less money on gas too! Let me just tell you, FD is wonderful! I saved not only $8 with the coupons I had, but the prices on items such as laundry detergent and cleaning products are SO much cheaper than Wal-Mart. Most items at FD were $3 where at Wal-Mart they were $2.97, but that extra 3 cents is worth my sanity and gas money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially become the woman who uses coupons at the dollar store, and I'm not ashamed of it any longer! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115531327628410724?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115531327628410724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115531327628410724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115531327628410724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115531327628410724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/tip-on-clipping-coupons.html' title='Tip on Clipping Coupons'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115531248379648209</id><published>2006-08-11T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T12:08:03.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Last week I was driving home from work down I-69,  and it was raining yet sunny outside. I began looking around to see if there were any rainbows, and sure enough, there was a gigantic one on the east side of 69. I pulled onto the shoulder of the road to take the first picture - I could see the entire arch! After I pulled of at highway 18, I started driving west to hit 400 East, and I looked in my rearview hoping to still see it, but it was no where in sight. Once I turned south on 400 East, I looked over, and it just couldn't fit in my mirror! The rainbow had actually gotten bigger, bolder and more beautiful! Isn't God amazing and so creative?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Rainbow%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Rainbow%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Rainbow%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115531248379648209?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115531248379648209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115531248379648209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115531248379648209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115531248379648209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/rainbow.html' title='Rainbow'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115513131296636419</id><published>2006-08-09T09:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:48:33.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;July was swarmed with showers: two bridal showers for Andrea, and one baby shower for my dear friend Becky, who is expected to have her baby boy (David Andrew) any day now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos from her baby shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Becky%27s%20Baby%20Shower%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Becky dancing to Right Said Fred's song, "I'm Too Sexy." She was put up to this by her sisters, Sherry and Carrie. Hilarious! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Becky%27s%20Baby%20Shower%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Carrie Beth (Becky's sister) and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Becky%27s%20Baby%20Shower%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Opening the gift basket from me and my mom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Becky%27s%20Baby%20Shower%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bec and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115513131296636419?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115513131296636419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115513131296636419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115513131296636419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115513131296636419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/beckys-baby-shower.html' title='Becky&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115513069134324700</id><published>2006-08-09T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T09:38:11.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrea's Bridal Shower</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I threw Andrea a bridal shower at the house for some of her co-workers (my former co-workers). There were only a few that were able to make it, but we had a great time of sharing stories, laughing, and honoring Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wedding is August 26th, a mere 17 days away! Yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Andrea%27s%20Bridal%20Shower%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Andrea opening gifts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Andrea%27s%20Bridal%20Shower%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss A giving us the details about her upcoming nuptials&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Andrea%27s%20Bridal%20Shower%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Karen Clark, Tenley Horner, Andrea, Rachel Lewis, and Lois Hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115513069134324700?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115513069134324700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115513069134324700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115513069134324700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115513069134324700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/andreas-bridal-shower.html' title='Andrea&apos;s Bridal Shower'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115443803464163091</id><published>2006-08-01T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:13:54.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight. Tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/DMCD36.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/DMCD36.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the CDs I won from the Warehouse! They came yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the DMB show in Cincinnati, Ohio. Jerusha and I are going down to the show together for the first time in two and a half years. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115443803464163091?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115443803464163091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115443803464163091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115443803464163091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115443803464163091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/08/tonight-tonight.html' title='Tonight. Tonight.'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115376803026883705</id><published>2006-07-24T14:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:25:44.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON! I WON!! I WON!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a call on my cell phone last Friday afternoon as I was out getting refueled with a Starbuck's Frappuccino. (I love having one three blocks from work!) I almost didn't pick up the call, but I surrendered to the gods of caller ID and answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, is this Kristi?" replied the female voice.&lt;br /&gt;I responded very questionably, "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Kristi! This is Maria from the DMB Warehouse." (DMB Warehouse = Dave Matthews Band fanclub of which I have been a loyal member since March of 1999.)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Hello!"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm calling to let you know that you've been selected as one of the monthly click-in contest winners for the month of June. You have your choice of three prizes:..."&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I chose my prize (a volume 5 CD of the Live Trax series which is the only one I don't have) thanked her, and told her she made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now officially say, "I won something!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115376803026883705?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115376803026883705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115376803026883705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115376803026883705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115376803026883705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-won-i-won-i-won.html' title='I WON! I WON!! I WON!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115317032046209446</id><published>2006-07-17T16:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T16:56:53.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New job for me...and I've already made a fool of myself</title><content type='html'>I started a new job last week, Monday, July 10th, for the Institute of Professional Development (IPD). For those of you that don't know, I am still recruiting students for IWU. I am now representing the business programs instead of nursing. My new OFFICE (yes, I'm out of cubicle land) is based out of Fort Wayne. For now, I'm commuting every day to Fort Wayne from Gas City. It's not a bad drive: 40 minutes from my house. I set up my office today. I'll post pictures of that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my 6th day of employment here in Fort Wayne. I was trying to email an assignment into one of my facilitators this afternoon. His name is Boyd Johnson. I pulled up a new email from my IPD Microsoft Outlook email, attached my file, and sent. The response I received was one I wasn't expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read, "Kristi, the proposal looks good. I only have one question; why are you sending it to me?" Upon getting this email mesage reply, I was somewhat confused. So I pulled up the Global Email Address List and clicked on his name. The informataion on the gentleman named Boyd Johnson was not working with IWU. He was based out of Phoenix, AZ, and worked for the University of Phoenix, Online. I felt like such an idiot. This makes at least three times I've done something stupid during my Master's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just going to be a big goober forever! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115317032046209446?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115317032046209446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115317032046209446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115317032046209446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115317032046209446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-job-for-meand-ive-already-made.html' title='New job for me...and I&apos;ve already made a fool of myself'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115098918073366843</id><published>2006-06-22T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T15:41:04.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been up to?</title><content type='html'>Random things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was on vacation a few weeks ago and I went to three, yes THREE, Dave Matthews Band concerts. I only have pictures from two of the three, however. They are posted below. Take a look at Kerri's blog (in the right margin) to see more pictures. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerri Burton &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_0549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Megan Porter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMB!! Night #1 at Deer Creek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_0558.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMB!!! Night #2 in Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dave%20Matthews%20Band%202006%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dave%20Matthews%20Band%202006%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMB!!! Night #2 in Indy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dave%20Matthews%20Band%202006%20021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dave%20Matthews%20Band%202006%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I hung out with some friends on Friday night in Indy. Here are a few pictures from that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan &amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Howl%20At%20The%20Moon%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Howl%20At%20The%20Moon%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Trav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Howl%20At%20The%20Moon%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Howl%20At%20The%20Moon%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left: Jane, Shelli, Megan, Ryan, Heather, Me, Travis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_0611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_0611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times had for all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115098918073366843?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115098918073366843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115098918073366843' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115098918073366843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115098918073366843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/06/what-have-i-been-up-to.html' title='What have I been up to?'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-115022804112974003</id><published>2006-06-13T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T15:47:59.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Iowa 2006</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, my cousin, Jonathan, and I went to Iowa to see the Miss Iowa Pageant. Jon is dating Emily Nicholas, who won Miss Iowa 2006! Below are some pictures of Emily, Jon, and the fun we had! Watch for her during the Miss America Pageant this Spring from Las Vegas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily singing her heart out during the talent competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to the final two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting her crown...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily's excited she won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Emily's family. Her sister, Carolyn, is on the left. She won Miss Iowa in 2004. Next to Carolyn is brother Greg, Emily, Dad Greg, and Mom Julie. The whole family is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Miss%20Iowa%202006%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-115022804112974003?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/115022804112974003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=115022804112974003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115022804112974003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/115022804112974003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-iowa-2006.html' title='Miss Iowa 2006'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114859886697071603</id><published>2006-05-25T19:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:14:26.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Moment</title><content type='html'>I've been watching American Idol this season, pretty much every week. As I'm sure everyone knows by now, Taylor Hicks was crowned the winner for season 5 last night. For those who didn't see it, during the 2-hour finale, they presented various "awards" to those who auditioned, but did not make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best moment was when a guy (who resembled Clay Aiken) was awarded the title of the Best Impersonator. Ryan Secrest then asked him to sing a song, which he gratefully accepted. During his performance, the real Clay Aiken showed up and surprised the winner and the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS, my friends, was the funniest moment for me all night long. The guy's reaction happens in seconds 27 and 28. CRACKS ME UP!!! I love it how they he kept on singing even after they turned off his microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1N_aJr3C-Qo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1N_aJr3C-Qo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114859886697071603?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114859886697071603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114859886697071603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114859886697071603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114859886697071603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/05/classic-moment.html' title='Classic Moment'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114778728484626161</id><published>2006-05-16T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:43:34.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>Things have been busy here for me lately (I'll give a full update later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it was a beautiful spring day here in Indiana a few days ago so I decided to open the windows throughout the house to let the crisp air flow in. I was hanging up some clothes in my bedroom when I heard little chirping sounds from outside. I pushed back the curtain to look in the back yard, but did not see any birds. So I went into the back yard to locate the chirping. My search led me to the natural gas grill that came with the house, but has never been used. In the three years I've lived there, I've seen beehives and a bird's nest that covered the entire bottom rack of the grill, but never actual BIRDS in the nest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Birds%20in%20the%20back%20yard%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Birds%20in%20the%20back%20yard%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Birds%20in%20the%20back%20yard%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Birds%20in%20the%20back%20yard%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, Team Impact (formerly the Power Team) visited my church, Sunnycrest Baptist, this past week from May 10-14th. These guys are amazing! They have the physical strength to perform some amazing fetes, but more important is their passion for Christ and their desire to spread the gospel! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Team%20Impact%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Team%20Impact%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blowing up a hot water bag until it burst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Team%20Impact%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Team%20Impact%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking baseball bats over his leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Team%20Impact%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Team%20Impact%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising a 330 lb. flaming log over his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Team%20Impact%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Team%20Impact%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the sanctuary is on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Team%20Impact%20012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Team%20Impact%20012.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break the fiery bricks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, Travis got baptized on Sunday! He was SO nervous, but was incredibly excited when he came out of that water! I stood on the side with tears streaming down my face I was so happy for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Travis%20gets%20Baptized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Travis%20gets%20Baptized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, TWO WEEKS from today, my friends, starts the Dave Matthews Band 2006 summer tour. And guess who will be at their opening show?! ME!!! TWO WEEKS from today, my summer begins! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8rdsBUuxd4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G8rdsBUuxd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114778728484626161?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114778728484626161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114778728484626161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114778728484626161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114778728484626161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/05/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114658668041149439</id><published>2006-05-02T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:43:38.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chas goes to Prom!</title><content type='html'>Chas was asked by Rebecca to escort her to the Lakeview Christian School Banquet (that's what they call prom). Don't they look wonderful?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chas"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chas%27%20Junior%20Prom%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chas"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chas%27%20Junior%20Prom%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chas"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chas%27%20Junior%20Prom%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chas"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chas%27%20Junior%20Prom%20007.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114658668041149439?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114658668041149439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114658668041149439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114658668041149439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114658668041149439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/05/chas-goes-to-prom.html' title='Chas goes to Prom!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114599142478795744</id><published>2006-04-25T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:32:47.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago, IL</title><content type='html'>Two friends and I went to Chicago for the weekend. Below are some pictures from the weekend's festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me as we're picking up Missy in Lafayette on our way to Chi-town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Missy and I went to Ikea. Andrea and I found these nifty horses and felt compelled to ride them like cowgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy, me and Andrea on the train into downtown to go shopping on Michigan Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;Note: The doll that Andrea is holding is in honor of a friend of her and Missy's from college who couldn't be there that weekend. Andrea bought a doll that resembles their friend, Karissa, and took pictures of their "friend"all over the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulips are my favorite flower, so I had to have my picture with these gorgeous ones downtown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked past a fire station and the firemen were so nice to us. Look! They even let me wear their hat (which is REALLY heavy, by the way)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want this job? These are two people cleaning windows on at least the 20th floor of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a boat going along the river and they had to raise the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at some random building. I love the architecture of this city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and me at Giordano's for some deep-dish pizza. It was SO good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Missy and Andrea on the train heading back downtown Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Willowcreek Community Church in the northwest suburbs of Chicago. This sanctuary cost $73 million!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Chicago%20April%202006%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Chicago%20April%202006%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sanctuary again. It can hold up to 7,095 people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114599142478795744?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114599142478795744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114599142478795744' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114599142478795744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114599142478795744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/04/chicago-il.html' title='Chicago, IL'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114537569806746926</id><published>2006-04-18T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:54:58.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday</title><content type='html'>It had been years since we had taken a family photo, so here are two at the request of my mother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Easter%202006%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Easter%202006%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see that my 17 year old brother is taller than my Dad now? Chas is 6'4"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Easter%202006%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Easter%202006%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114537569806746926?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114537569806746926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114537569806746926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114537569806746926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114537569806746926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114536953067279232</id><published>2006-04-18T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T11:52:00.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Cross</title><content type='html'>Sunnycrest Baptist Church's Easter Production, &lt;em&gt;At the Cross&lt;/em&gt;, was last weekend. God did some amazing things and more than 30 people came to know Christ over the course of three productions. These pictures are of just a few scenes in the production during a rehearsal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the mob scene during Jesus' trial before Pilate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother, playing a thief, gets taken to the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20003.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20003.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Chas, my younger brother, was just playing a thief in the production, I cannot tell you how weird it was to see him on that cross. It just made me realize more than ever that it could have been me on that cross. It should have been me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20004.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20004.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken during rehearsal. It's of the crucifixion scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20005.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20005.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea and me in our costumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20006.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/At%20the%20Cross%202006%20006.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I after it's all said and done. Doesn't he look mean? Grrrr. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114536953067279232?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114536953067279232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114536953067279232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114536953067279232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114536953067279232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/04/at-cross.html' title='At the Cross'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114476363306168917</id><published>2006-04-11T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T11:07:04.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Divine Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing how God's timing is so divine. Just three short months ago some friends and I were discussing over lunch the upcoming Easter production at our church. Nick, Jason, Andrea, Travis and I were discussing how excited we were that &lt;em&gt;At the Cross&lt;/em&gt; was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday night was dress rehearsal. At 3:11pm that afternoon, I received a phone call from my boyfriend, Travis, telling me his dad had lost the short but difficult battle with cancer. I was stunned. Motionless. Travis said he didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do. I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be at dress rehearsal by 6:30. I informed the director that Travis might not be there because of his father's passing. Much to my surprise, he showed up just as rehearsal began! When I asked him later why he showed up, he said, "Because I didn't know where else to go. I got in my car and started driving and ended up here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All weekend long we've had &lt;em&gt;At the Cross&lt;/em&gt; performances. This could not have been better timing because it actually gave Travis something to occupy his time with instead of waiting for the funeral activities to arrive yesterday and today. His fellow Roman soldiers rallied around Travis, offering him comfort, friendship, and lifting him up in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I are thankful for friendships that were formed because of this production. We are thankful for a God who understands our pain and sorrow, but can fill us up with strength and the ability to get through difficult circumstances. We are thankful for the life of his earthly father who was quite the character! We are thankful for our church who has reached out to Travis in his time of need. We are thankful! Praise God! We are thankful!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The man in the picture above is Ron Stewart Sr., age 58, who passed away last Thursday, April 6th, at around 3pm. He was battling cancer. The viewing was yesterday and the funeral is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Travis as he deals with the loss of his dad who was his best friend. Travis is doing better than I expected, but is still very shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for his unsaved family members that they might come to know Christ through this situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the officiant of the service today that God gives him the right words so the Holy Spirit can prompt those who need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the upcoming weeks/months that will be difficult to bear because Travis will  not be able to go mushroom hunting and fishing with his dad any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114476363306168917?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114476363306168917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114476363306168917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114476363306168917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114476363306168917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/04/gods-divine-timing.html' title='God&apos;s Divine Timing'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114357779309609080</id><published>2006-03-28T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:35:38.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Outpatient Surgery</title><content type='html'>My Dad has minor outpatient surgery yesterday, but boy did he sure look funny with all the gear on! He is home today and is sore, but will be just fine. Love you, Doog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Dad getting prepped by one of the nurses before being taken back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dad%27s%20Hernia%20Surgery%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is catching up on the lastest Jessica Simpson news while in the recovery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dad"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dad%27s%20Hernia%20Surgery%20003.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114357779309609080?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114357779309609080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114357779309609080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114357779309609080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114357779309609080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/dads-outpatient-surgery.html' title='Dad&apos;s Outpatient Surgery'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114357705407035156</id><published>2006-03-28T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T15:23:03.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Live Kidz Blast!</title><content type='html'>This past Friday night, my home church, Sunnycrest Baptist, hosted an all-nighter for kids in grades K - 5. I helped out and had a great time doing it! Here are a few pictures of the night's events. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There were over 200 children there Friday night: 18 accepted Christ for the first time and 2 made re-commitments! Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20015.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one of the girls from my former Upward Cheerleading Squad. Sara was my favorite (even though we're not supposed to have favorites)! Here she is stuffing Oreo cookies in her mouth during the Oreo Challenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You can just see the excitement on this kid's face when the pizza got there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The church rented out 3 air games: Spiderman Jump House, an obstacle course, and a huge slide!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20028.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girl in the green shirt on the right is my 2nd cousin Abby. Isn't she just adorable?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Friday%20Night%20Live%202006%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Down the big slide in action!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114357705407035156?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114357705407035156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114357705407035156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114357705407035156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114357705407035156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-night-live-kidz-blast.html' title='Friday Night Live Kidz Blast!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114322465553228545</id><published>2006-03-24T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:26:06.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaither Homecoming Concert</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, Andrea, my mom, Travis and I went to the Gaither Homecoming concert at Conseco Fieldhouse in Indianapolis. Travis bought all of our tickets and dinner. Thank you, Travis, so much for making the afternoon and evening such an enjoyable one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gaither%20Homecoming%20Concert%20001.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gaither%20Homecoming%20Concert%20001.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea &amp; my mom during dinner at the Claddagh Irish Pub restaurant. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Trav%20&amp;amp;%20Kris%20at%20dinner.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Trav%20%26%20Kris%20at%20dinner.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis &amp; me during dinner at the Claddagh Irish Pub restaurant. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kris%20&amp;amp;%20Andi%20pose%20with%20IWU%20sign.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Kris%20%26%20Andi%20pose%20with%20IWU%20sign.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were walking out of our section during the intermission of the concert, we looked up to see this advertisement for Indiana Wesleyan (where we both graduated from and work for now). IWU is a sponsor of Conseco Fieldhouse and the Indiana Pacers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kris%20&amp;amp;%20Trav%20Pose.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Kris%20%26%20Trav%20Pose.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us during intermission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114322465553228545?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114322465553228545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114322465553228545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114322465553228545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114322465553228545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/gaither-homecoming-concert_24.html' title='Gaither Homecoming Concert'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114313599858004535</id><published>2006-03-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:50:35.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything sounds better in Latin</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/cu/augustine/arch/omnibus.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/cu/augustine/arch/omnibus.html"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Braccae tuae aperiuntur.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Credo Elvem ipsum etian vivere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te audire no possum. Musa sapientum fixa est in aure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feles mala! Cur cista non uteris? Stramentum novum in ea posui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Capillamentum? Haudquaquam conieci esse!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dentibus anticis frustum magnum spiniciae habes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cornu sono!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Osculare pultem meam!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hostes alienigeni me abduxerunt. Qui annus est?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noli me vocare, ego te vocabo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do these mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your fly is open.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that Elvis is still alive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't hear you. I have a banana in my ear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad kitty! Why don't you use the cat box? I put new litter in it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A wig? I never would have guessed!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have a big piece of spinach on your front teeth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beep-beep!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss my grits!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was kidnapped by aliens. What year is it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't call me, I'll call you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Look up other fun phrases &lt;a href="http://www.columbia.edu/cu/augustine/arch/omnibus.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114313599858004535?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114313599858004535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114313599858004535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114313599858004535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114313599858004535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/everything-sounds-better-in-latin.html' title='Everything sounds better in Latin'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114236722139665190</id><published>2006-03-14T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:24:46.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gibson gets a bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gibson had a big day yesterday! He went to the vet and got his yearly shots and blood drawn. Poor little guy then went home and rolled around in the back yard, getting all muddy. He looks so fresh and so clean, clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20004.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20004.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%20Gets%20A%20Bath%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114236722139665190?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114236722139665190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114236722139665190' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114236722139665190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114236722139665190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/gibson-gets-bath.html' title='Gibson gets a bath'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-114140091771783607</id><published>2006-03-03T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:13:33.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Matthews Band...of course!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_caRVSc0x8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T_caRVSc0x8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The summer 2006 tour schedule just came out for my favorite band, The Dave Matthews Band. This summer, I will embark on at least 3 (if not 4 or 5) of their concerts. I've already been to 28 in my lifetime so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Robert Randolph and the Family Band are guest stars in this particular clip. Watching this takes me back to Monday, June 13th, 2005 when Andrea and I had 13th row seats at Verizon Wireless Music Center (a.k.a. Deer Creek). Robert Randolph came out and did this number with the band. It rocked the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to a summer of good music, good friends, and good fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-114140091771783607?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/114140091771783607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=114140091771783607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114140091771783607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/114140091771783607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/03/dave-matthews-bandof-cours_114140091771783607.html' title='Dave Matthews Band...of course!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113992694637714630</id><published>2006-02-14T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:22:26.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say, "Keith Urban?!"</title><content type='html'>The pictures below are from the Keith Urban concert Sunday night at Ball State's Worthen Arena. It was SO much fun! Thank you, Carrie Beth, for asking me to go! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Trimble &amp;amp; Me waiting on Keith! Yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Green was the opening band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith takes the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was playing just to us! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith swinging over the crowd going from the main stage to a smaller stage in the middle of the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Keith%20Urban%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Keith%20Urban%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith at the smaller stage in the middle of the floor and crowd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113992694637714630?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113992694637714630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113992694637714630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113992694637714630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113992694637714630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-you-say-keith-urban.html' title='Can you say, &quot;Keith Urban?!&quot;'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113992571925181141</id><published>2006-02-14T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:01:59.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with Andrea and Megan</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, I was graced with the presence of two very good friends. We ate at Buca de Beppo in Indy, laughed, and talked for two and a half hours. Here are two pictures from the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dinner%20w%20Andrea%20&amp;%20Megan%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dinner%20w%20Andrea%20%26%20Megan%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Dinner%20w%20Andrea%20&amp;amp;%20Megan%20002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Dinner%20w%20Andrea%20%26%20Megan%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea's getting married! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113992571925181141?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113992571925181141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113992571925181141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113992571925181141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113992571925181141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinner-with-andrea-and-megan_14.html' title='Dinner with Andrea and Megan'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113985203540690382</id><published>2006-02-13T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:55:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ's 22nd Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/DJ"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/DJ%27s%20Birthday%20001.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/DJ"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/DJ%27s%20Birthday%20002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ and the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/DJ"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/DJ%27s%20Birthday%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJ blowing on the cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/DJ"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/DJ%27s%20Birthday%20005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and DJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113985203540690382?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113985203540690382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113985203540690382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113985203540690382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113985203540690382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/djs-22nd-birthday.html' title='DJ&apos;s 22nd Birthday'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113934384110637180</id><published>2006-02-07T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T17:16:00.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl Party 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/02%20-%20Network%20Superbowl"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/02%20-%20Network%20Superbowl%20%2706.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad and Michelle are watching the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/03%20-%20Network%20Superbowl"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/03%20-%20Network%20Superbowl%20%2706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea, Nick, and Jason are all smiles 'cause the Steelers are winning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/06%20-%20Network%20Superbowl"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/06%20-%20Network%20Superbowl%20%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Travis: He swears he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; smiling in this picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/08%20-%20Network%20Superbowl"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/08%20-%20Network%20Superbowl%20%2706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story behind this picture: on New Year's Eve, Chad and I were posing for a picture that I was going to take of the two of us. You know the routine: stick the camera out at arm's length and hope you get the shot you wanted. As we were posing, he put his arm around me and accidentally brushed up against my upper body "girl parts" and was utterly embarrassed. His face turned &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIGHT RED!&lt;/span&gt; This is our re-enactment of Chad's wandering hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/14%20-%20Network%20Superbowl"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/14%20-%20Network%20Superbowl%20%2706.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those that weren't interested in the football game (Jennifer, Emily, Rhonda, and Chad), board games were keeping everyone occupied in the other room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113934384110637180?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113934384110637180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113934384110637180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113934384110637180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113934384110637180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/superbowl-party-2006.html' title='Superbowl Party 2006!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113880683114647549</id><published>2006-02-01T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:13:51.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Color</title><content type='html'>My roots were starting to show a little from the last hair coloring job I did about two months ago. Andrea so graciously colored my hair for me last night. Here are some of the pictures from the escapade, as well as the final result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%201.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%202.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andrea's glove had a hole in the thumb, so she had to improvise and tie a knot in the end. It worked for her thumb, but her index finger went through the top of the glove and is all brown now. Thanks A! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Hair%20Dye%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Hair%20Dye%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The NEW color! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113880683114647549?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113880683114647549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113880683114647549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113880683114647549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113880683114647549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/hair-color.html' title='Hair Color'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113880469739865236</id><published>2006-02-01T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:38:20.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Puzzle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of spare time on my hands last week, so I bought a 500 piece puzzle. Lots of hours spent on this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113880469739865236?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113880469739865236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113880469739865236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113880469739865236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113880469739865236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/02/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113803852595590041</id><published>2006-01-23T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T14:15:39.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and...Oprah?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Magenta%20Stage%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Magenta%20Stage%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;--I took this picture from the 13th row this past summer. (June 13th, 2oo5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know that I am a die-hard Dave Matthews Band fan. Ever since I watched the video to the song "What Would You Say" back in 1994, I have been hooked. I can pinpoint the feeling I got when seeing the video for the first time, and how obessed, er, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;loyal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I have been since that moment. Eleven years and twenty-eight concerts later, I may finally have my chance to meet Mr. Dave Matthews himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often browse the Oprah Winfrey show website just to see what Oprah's working on for her show. As I was browsing last week, there was a show topic idea that is titled, "Do you want to meet a hot celebrity?" I immediately thought of Dave. Over the years, I have met 3 of the 5 band members, but none of those 3 have been Dave. So, I'm going to work on a 10-minute video to try to get on Oprah! How cool would that be to meet Dave on Oprah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Christin, I think I will tell him about the time you wanted to do something "crazy" at the DMB show you went to. Should I tell him you took off your shirt, then ran around the parking lot doing Chinese firedrills, only to have our car overheat and my parents come pick us up? I will never forget you repeating, "God is punishing us! God is punishing us!" Good times for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113803852595590041?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113803852595590041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113803852595590041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113803852595590041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113803852595590041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-andoprah.html' title='Me and...Oprah?'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113699688253993003</id><published>2006-01-11T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:28:02.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and sweet</title><content type='html'>During the children's program at church the Sunday before Christmas, the pre-schoolers class presented their Christmas program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the children's workers asked the kids at one point, "Are you excited about receiving gifts on Christmas morning?" The children on stage gave the worker a blank stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, one child, who was listening intently, shouted from the congregation, "Yes!" Nothing else in the program really compared, unless it was the little girl in the front row dancing around with a blanket on her head. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are SO funny!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Lord," the preacher began with arms extended and a rapturous look on his  upturned face, "without you we are but dust..."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;He would have continued, but at that moment one very obedient little girl (who was listening carefully) leaned over to her mother and asked quite audibly in her shrill little girl voice, "Mommy, WHAT is butt dust?"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;Church was pretty much over at that point...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113699688253993003?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113699688253993003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113699688253993003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113699688253993003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113699688253993003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2006/01/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and sweet'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113390165299768567</id><published>2005-12-06T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:24:33.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of the House!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of my Christmas tree and the front of the house all decorated for Christmas! I LOVE CHRISTMAS!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room lit with just the tree lights on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_1456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_1456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front of the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_1445.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_1445.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the tree again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/IMG_1464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/IMG_1464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113390165299768567?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113390165299768567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113390165299768567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113390165299768567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113390165299768567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures-of-house.html' title='Pictures of the House!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113345494700275605</id><published>2005-12-01T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:11:20.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Decorating Extravaganza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IT'S SNOWING OUTSIDE!!! And it's sticking! Although this isn't the first snow of the season, it's the first one of December, making it feel more like Christmas. How exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To kick off the season (which is usually the day after Thanksgiving), I put up all of the Christmas decorations around the house. This year was no exception. Ok, well there was one exception. The icicle lights are up on the front of the house, the garland with lights around the front porch posts (new this year), and the Christmas tree, of course. The way my living room is set up, the Christmas tree is not directly in front of the living room window - it's off to the side just a smidge. I get the bright idea around 10:30 Saturday night to move the end table over so the tree would be in centered front of the window. Upon attempting this simple fete, the tree tipped over, ornaments went flying, the star on top broke, and the tree stand cracked, leaving the tree unable to stand on its own. Not good I tell you. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not shed a tear, however! I burst into laughter. Andrea (my roommate) and I quickly took off all the ornaments and lights and gently placed them into a large pile on the living room floor. Another friend asked if Wal-Mart sold replacement artificial tree stands, and I didn't think they did. But guess what - THEY DO! I purchased the new stand Tuesday night and put the tree itself back up that evening and even put the lights on. Tonight's goal is to put the ornaments and decorations back on. Pictures to follow soon!&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/17229392-113345494700275605?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113345494700275605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113345494700275605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113345494700275605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113345494700275605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-decorating-extravaganza.html' title='Christmas Decorating Extravaganza'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113224542603434645</id><published>2005-11-17T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T13:16:26.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty uneventful for me. Nothing too exciting. (I &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; turn 26, however! ;) ) But there were a few small things throughout the day that struck me as funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1) It snowed here yesterday! Not a lot, and not enough to stick or anything, but flurries throughout the day. This morning, there was a light dusting over everything. That is a first - snow on my birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2) A man called in to inquire about the nursing program I represent. The gentleman said that is life plans had not come to "fruitation." Fruitation? Oh! He meant &lt;em&gt;fruition&lt;/em&gt;. Made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3) Missing trashcan? My trashcan is missing. Gone - completely. Gas City had a severe wind/thunderstorm come through the area on Tuesday night and carried over all day Wednesday. I put the trash out before heading into work on Wednesday morning for the trash man to pick up. When I came home for lunch, the trash recepticle was completely gone. Not just blown into a neighbor's yard or down the street, but gone - entirely. Strange, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4) I read on Josh Garlow's blog the other day a list called, "There Ain't Nothing Like..." I've decided to come up with my own. Will post it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Gibson%205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Gibson%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;#5) Not so much funny, but informative. Gibson bit me yesterday! HE BIT ME! Broke the skin in two spots on my finger. It hurt just a little, but regardless, this is one habit that will be broken. Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113224542603434645?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113224542603434645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113224542603434645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113224542603434645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113224542603434645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/11/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday...'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113174601602720517</id><published>2005-11-11T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T15:43:06.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day! What a day!</title><content type='html'>I was out traveling for the university on Wednesday, November 9th, up in the Chicago-area. Upon my arrival to the last hospital I was to visit, the school car got a flat tire. It did not just spring a little leak; it was completely deflated. I immediately called Keith, head of transportation back in Marion, for assistance. The phone conversation went as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Keith Roorbach," he answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Keith! This is Kristi Fields."&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong with the car?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know that something was wrong with the car?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;"You never call just to say hello! Something must be wrong with the car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was really watching out for me because he didn't let the tire go flat to where the car was no longer drive-able until I reached the hospital. Because of this, I was able to give Keith the exact street address of where I was located (praise God!). He tried looking up the nearest service stations to where I was and called me back. He told me there was good news and bad news. Good news was that there were 10 service stations within one mile of where I was; the bad news was that half of those numbers didn't work and the other half didn't speak english. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, one of the ladies at the front desk spoke spanish fluently and was able to give the serviceman exact instructions on how to get to the hospital. The nice men put the spare on for me while I stayed in the car. Gibson (my dog) didn't necessarily care for the men jacking up the car while we were in it, but that's ok. We made it to the repair shop for them to replace the tire - no problem. The problem came when I went to pay for it. I handed them my credit card (they're for emergencies, and this was an emergency), and he said, "No, no, no, no. No machine (makes motion like the swiping of the credit card)." The bill came to $90, and I had $73 in cash. I handed him $70 and requested to go get the rest from a nearby ATM. Thank God they let me go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it to my information meeting at 5:55pm; it started at 6pm. Again, thank you Lord for giving me green lights and no traffic! After the meeting was over, I was finally able to get dinner. I drove across the highway to Benigan's for take-out. To order take-out, you have to order it from the bar, so I was sitting there waiting on my food, and this odd man walks up next to me and begins talking to me. Normally, I would be up for talking to anyone, but this man was somewhat odd. I could barely understand a word he was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went from, "Hi, I'm Tom," to, "My dad was really tall and because he was really tall he's a really good basketball player. And because he was a really good basketball player and because he was so tall, that got him out of going to the Korean War." Tom then proceeded to tell me that his dad has a twin brother named Pete, who was also tall and very good at basketball, all the while, making this half-laugh-half-snort sound. He told me that his last name was Slavic, just before whipping out his Texas driver's license. I sat there staring blankly at the license before sputtering, "Um, I don't get it." Tom then told me, "See, you could go to this state and you'd fit right in with your accent." (I evidently have a southern accent, at least according to Tom.) My food finally came and not a moment too soon. The bartender asked if I needed change, and I told him no. I looked back at Tom with his lost puppy dog expression and said, "Whelp, bye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I'm making this up, but seriously - could I really make &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; that up? I'm a creative storyteller, but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;  creative! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113174601602720517?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113174601602720517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113174601602720517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113174601602720517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113174601602720517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-day-what-day.html' title='What a day! What a day!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113146705356963555</id><published>2005-11-08T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:29:50.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Kelley and Jem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Last week, Andrea and I went to a concert in Indianapolis at the Music Mill, a small venue around Castleton. The musician we were there to see was a girl named Jem (yes, like the 90's cartoon). The opening act was a guy named Josh Kelley, who, in August of 2003, opened up for Dave Matthews Band in Portland, OR (I was there). Anyway, Andrea and I were talking to a photographer before the show. We asked if she was with the band, the venue, or a publication. She was, indeed, with the Music Mill and said she took pictures for many of the shows there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump forward to the Josh Kelley set: Andrea and I were in the very front row. At one point during the concert, I was singing along at the top of my lungs and Josh noticed. Next thing I know, he pointed down at me, I pointed up at him, and he put the microphone in my face for me to sing! It was definitely a neat moment. Andrea sent me an email yesterday with the picture below. Evidently, during the intermission, the photographer told Andrea that she got a great shot of me singing! Andrea asked for her business card, and the photographer emailed her this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not mean anything to anyone else, but I thought it was pretty cool! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi%20singing%20with%20Josh%20Kelley.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi%20singing%20with%20Josh%20Kelley.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Kristi%20singing%20with%20Josh%20Kelley.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Jammin"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Jammin%27%20with%20Jem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/With%20Jem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/With%20Jem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113146705356963555?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113146705356963555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113146705356963555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146705356963555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146705356963555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/11/josh-kelley-and-jem.html' title='Josh Kelley and Jem'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113146475613178187</id><published>2005-11-08T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:47:37.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, little brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Brown%20County%2067.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Brown%20County%2067.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chas is officially 17 years old today! I'm so proud of you, Chas! Your sister loves you! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Chas waiting to go horseback riding in Brown County on Friday, October 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113146475613178187?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113146475613178187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113146475613178187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146475613178187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146475613178187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-little-brother.html' title='Happy Birthday, little brother!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-113146345622778814</id><published>2005-11-08T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T10:24:16.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A funny thing happened this morning...</title><content type='html'>I walked into my office around 8:15am. Upon my arrival, about 3 of my co-workers started yelling, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTI!!" I stood there a moment, not quite sure what to say. Today is not my birthday. It's not until next week (November 16th, in case you were wondering.) I debated whether to correct them or to just let it go. I thanked them for their warm wishes, but revealed my birthday was indeed not until next week. Turns out my boss had sent out an email telling everyone it was my birthday! After I denied that it was my birthday, no one believed me! Maybe this isn't a bad thing. When it comes to the 16th, maybe no one will notice! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-113146345622778814?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/113146345622778814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=113146345622778814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146345622778814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/113146345622778814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/11/funny-thing-happened-this-morning.html' title='A funny thing happened this morning...'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-112872065703915130</id><published>2005-10-07T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:30:57.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I met Bono!!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are U2 fans, you'll be happy to know that I finally made it to my very first U2 concert. It was back on September 20th (sorry for the delay) up in Chicago. I went with two very good friends (Jerod Asher and Andrea Ketchem). Andrea had searched online to see when the band usually arrived at the United Center so we could get some photos and maybe some autographs, if we were so lucky. The good news is - WE WERE! Below are a few photos of Bono and The Edge being 6 inches in front of me. (SIX INCHES!!) You won't be surprised to hear that the concert was fantastic and I would most definitely go again. (No, they have not taken the place of Dave Matthews Band in my heart. I'm still very &lt;em&gt;loyal&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Bono%2031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Bono%2031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Bono%2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Bono%2051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/The%20Edge%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/The%20Edge%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/The%20Edge%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/The%20Edge%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/U2%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/U2%2013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/U2%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/U2%2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/U2%20181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/U2%20181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Andrea%20&amp;amp;%20Kristi%20at%20Ed"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Andrea%20%26%20Kristi%20at%20Ed%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-112872065703915130?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/112872065703915130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=112872065703915130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112872065703915130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112872065703915130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-met-bono.html' title='I met Bono!!!'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-112871964767721440</id><published>2005-10-07T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:14:07.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, anyone?</title><content type='html'>I did an incredibly stupid thing this morning. I was at work and had just poured myself a nice cup of piping hot coffee, complete with Nutrasweet and Vanilla Caramel creamer. The perfect morning beverage for a crisp, fall morning in Indiana. I decided to go say good morning to my friend Kerri over in the other building; so off I went. A little bit of coffee splashed on my hand as I attempted to walk very carefully with the stirring spoon still in the mug and the hot liquid almost up to the brim. But I made it, with very little spillage. (You like that word - spillage? haha!) I turned the corner to head up the stairs to Kerri's office, when BAM! I completely missed the first step of the staircase and tumbled forward, coffee mug still in hand. I did not drop the mug at any given point during my fall forward, however, coffee went everywhere. All over the sleeve of my red turtleneck sweater, the stairs, and the nice new carpeting of the AGS Administration Building. Good one, Kristi! Good one! I rushed to the ladies' room to get some paper towel and frantically began cleaning up the spill. As I was doing this, the maintenance staff in charge of the building came up from behind me and simply asked, "What did you do?!" I apologized several times over and he just laughed. I have smelled like vanilla caramel coffee all day long, thus, inspiring this post. Laugh a lot - because I sure did! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-112871964767721440?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/112871964767721440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=112871964767721440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112871964767721440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112871964767721440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/10/coffee-anyone.html' title='Coffee, anyone?'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-112792785855296819</id><published>2005-09-28T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:27:15.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the cruise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Topless%20Deck!1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/320/Topless%20Deck%211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures can be seen at: &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lynn1898/my_photos"&gt;http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/lynn1898/my_photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-112792785855296819?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/112792785855296819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=112792785855296819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112792785855296819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112792785855296819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/09/from-cruise.html' title='From the cruise...'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17229392.post-112792754011760628</id><published>2005-09-28T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:12:20.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first</title><content type='html'>Hello all! This is the first post of my little spot on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update on my life: single but dating, working for Indiana Wesleyan University (The WU) full time as a student recruiter for an APS program, attending classes full-time at The WU to obtain my MBA, and living in the thriving metropolis of Gas City, IN. Yes, Gas City. I bought a house two years ago and thoroughly enjoy decorating and entertaining. I have a dog - fox terrier - named Gibson. He's a cutie and I love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be adding posts and pictures soon. Hope all is well with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17229392-112792754011760628?l=kristifields.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/feeds/112792754011760628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17229392&amp;postID=112792754011760628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112792754011760628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17229392/posts/default/112792754011760628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristifields.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-things-first.html' title='First things first'/><author><name>Kristi "Fields" Stewart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15069354236894494951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/1656/1600/Kristi.1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
