<?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-4876884177272574416</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:27:44.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fast/Bunn Times</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-8004406563075547237</id><published>2010-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T08:47:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hard to believe that August is here.  Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of August always starts with Soccer tryouts.  Ugh.... my least favorite time.&lt;br /&gt;I have watch over the last few years my daughter try her guts out for school soccer teams only to be disappointed and not make the team.&lt;br /&gt;Last year, bless her heart we moved back to Brigham City.  Her love of soccer and her determination drove her to try out for the Box Elder team.  She didn't know a soul but she did it anyway.  To find out that she didn't make the team and a your good but this is what you need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;So with the disaapointment she started her sophmore year at Box Elder High...\&lt;br /&gt;Which turned out to be an awesome year for her.  She made new friends, which they are all great girls and they all play soccer.  So she ended up playing fall session with them.  Indoor and spring outdoor.&lt;br /&gt;She poored her heart into conditioning this year and worked really hard.&lt;br /&gt;And the end results......SHE MADE THE TEAM..........&lt;br /&gt;It just shows the drive one person has to do what they dream.... She is such an inspiration and has such a great spirt.  I could not be prouder as a mom to have Chelsea has my daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-8004406563075547237?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/8004406563075547237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=8004406563075547237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/8004406563075547237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/8004406563075547237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2010/08/hard-to-believe-that-august-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-5374916477974091463</id><published>2009-01-15T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T09:43:45.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGER</title><content type='html'>"EVERY SIXTY SECONDS YOU SPEND ANGRY, UPSET OR MAD IS A FULL MINUTE OF HAPPINESS YOU'LL NEVER GET BACK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this little saying posted on my wall at work.  I look at it every day to help remind me not to get angry. &lt;br /&gt;I have to tell a little story that happened to me over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;As some of you know things have been a little crazy for me the last few months.  For some reason I can not get the drama out of my life. But anyway, I went to take Chelsea to school on Monday morning and "SOMEONE" had keyed my driver side door of my fancy little black car.&lt;br /&gt;I was so MAD that I could not say anything all the way to the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;When I returned home I call the police and filed a report.  But with out actually seeing the person there really is nothing they can do.  Unless I have proof.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I know who did this.  Yes I know!!!!!  But there is nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of revenge on this person but for what?  Would that make me a better person? No it would only drag me down to their level.  Which is pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;So every day that I get in my car and look at that nice key job on my car I thank my lucky stars that I made the choices I have made in the last little while.&lt;br /&gt;So I have taken this saying and used it every day.  Because someone else is not going to ruin my day by doing stupid childish acts against me.  In fact I feel sorry for them that they had to do that just to prove a point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-5374916477974091463?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/5374916477974091463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=5374916477974091463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5374916477974091463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5374916477974091463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2009/01/anger.html' title='ANGER'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-3950435203097785380</id><published>2009-01-06T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T11:56:53.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brand New Year</title><content type='html'>So as promised in my last blog I would expaling Chelseas DVD.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea is a social butterfly she wants and is pretty much into everything.  So she came home one day and asked if she could join a youth choir.  I said sure not really knowing anything about it.  So it started in October of 2008 and for the next month and 1/2 it was practices every Sunday for 2 hours in Bountiful or Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a recording day in Provo and they spent the whole day recording the songs that they were singing.&lt;br /&gt;Crunch time came around the first of November when we went three days in a row from 5 p.m. til 10:00 p.m or later buy Friday Chelsea was spent and she had to take the day off of school.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the DVD was called A Brand New Year and it was youth all over the Salt Lake Valley that got together and did this DVD.  It was like a high school musical, churchy presentation.&lt;br /&gt;All over the United States and some places in Europe watched this DVD on New Years Eve.  This DVD was for the Young Women and Young Mens introduction to the new theme for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;It was a great experinece for all of us.  It has blessed our lives being a part of this.  I am so proud of Chelsea for wanting to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to say what wonderful kids I have.  They have truly blessed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-3950435203097785380?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/3950435203097785380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=3950435203097785380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/3950435203097785380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/3950435203097785380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-year.html' title='A Brand New Year'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-5349225629368848850</id><published>2009-01-06T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:37:52.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Day Fun</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post this on my blog.  Because it doesn't matter how old you are you can still have fun.&lt;br /&gt;For New Years Eve, I went out with some friends.  So I had my mom take Jesse so he wouldn't be home alone.&lt;br /&gt;So on New Years Day Chelsea and I went up to my moms to pick up Jesse.  When we walked in they were watching a DVD that Chelsea had been in.  (I'll explain later)  My mom says to Jesse.. when this is over we'll take your mom out to do what we have been doing.  I wasn't sure what they were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse was so excited when the DVD was over!  So my mom goes and gets her coat, Jesse gets his and some sleds.  We go into the back yard and my brother and brother in law had made a sleding track in my moms back yard.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you about my moms back yard, she has had the best hill in all of Brigham!!!  Kids came from all over to snowboard on this hill.  Tyson and Co. spent a lot of time making jumps and rails every winter for as long as I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom had to put a fence up to keep her dog in and the neighbor kids out and that ruined the hill.&lt;br /&gt;So when we went in the back yard here was this sleding track.  My mom (young at heart) says let me show you how this is done.  And she gets on the sled and down the hill she goes.  It was the funniest thing I have ever seen.  So then Jesse goes and it looks like fun and I say let me try this.  Well lets just say my mom must practice because I kept falling of the track and rolling in the snow.  I tried a couple of times and never made it down the track.  But my mom was busting a gut she was laughing so hard. &lt;br /&gt;Chelsea made it down the track and brusied her tail bone at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;That was a lot of fun.  Even though the fence was put up my mom still has the best hill in all of Brigham!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-5349225629368848850?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/5349225629368848850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=5349225629368848850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5349225629368848850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5349225629368848850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-day-fun.html' title='New Years Day Fun'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-7589877616701099277</id><published>2008-12-26T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:57:50.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas came and went</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWugsT0auQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OdSpXMNY7hA/s1600-h/SANY1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498870371596546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWugsT0auQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OdSpXMNY7hA/s200/SANY1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWugfTxEzAI/AAAAAAAAABI/pcdWBg9N1jk/s1600-h/SANY1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290498647019277314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWugfTxEzAI/AAAAAAAAABI/pcdWBg9N1jk/s200/SANY1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it is hard to believe that Christmas has come and gone already.&lt;br /&gt;This year we did things a little different. Since it was just Chelsea, Jesse and I, we packed up our presents and all of our stuff and headed to my parents for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;We had Christmas Eve at my sisters house and we all brought finger foods and it was really fun to get together and spend time with family.&lt;br /&gt;We went home to mom's house and we watch Mama Mia. What a crazy show. It was kind of cute and then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Because my kids are older I thought we would be able to sleep in. Oh no the kids were up at 7:00 and couldn't go back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;We had breakfast and waited for Tyson to come over so we could open presents.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun having Christmas at home with my parents and my kids. It has been along time since we have done that.&lt;br /&gt;Because the weather was going to be bad the kids and I left early to make it home before the storm of the year hit. We made it home in plenty of time.&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the day playing guiatar hero. Jesse got rock the 80's. My brother Jeff said that I would be the only on to enjoy it and guess what I did. The kids left to do other things and I got to rock out!!!&lt;br /&gt;But now Christmas is over and we are on to a brand new year.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that 2009 brings great joy to us all.&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/4876884177272574416-7589877616701099277?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/7589877616701099277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=7589877616701099277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/7589877616701099277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/7589877616701099277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-came-and-went.html' title='Christmas came and went'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWugsT0auQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/OdSpXMNY7hA/s72-c/SANY1939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-6896474413824475515</id><published>2008-12-23T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:18:29.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At this time of year, I want to say how thankful I am for my family. My Mom, my Dad, and sisters and my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my children who bring great joy to me no matter what!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my ward Family who has taken us inn and made us part of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend my youngest son Jesse was baptized. What a wonderful day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family minus my dad who was snowed in, in Portland and my brother who was waiting for the cable man were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful experince for us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had the pleasure of having Tyson come and spend time with us. That is always nice since we don't get to see him much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-6896474413824475515?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/6896474413824475515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=6896474413824475515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/6896474413824475515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/6896474413824475515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/at-this-time-of-year-i-want-to-say-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-5756109100478254354</id><published>2008-12-10T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:23:20.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of the things I have started doing lately is watching night time sitcoms. One of them being the Office. I just had to see what everyone at the office was talking about because they all watch it and I had no idea what it was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked. It has to be one of the dumbest shows but you just keep watching because it is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about it is that watching it you feel like you have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the other day in the office.  One of my co-workers put a check in the basket to be delivered.  Later that day about 4:45 the broker called to see if they had cut the check and had it delivered?  She was sure this had happened and called the runner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well the runner didn't remember taking the check to SLC.  So we tore the office apart looking for the check thinking maybe it slipped behind something.  But we never found the check.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop payment was placed on the check and a new one was issued and delivered.  But still there was the mystery of the check and where it had gone??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So this was Friday, well on Wednesday the Broker called and the check came in the mail.  So my co-worker remembers putting the check in the basket but she couldn't remember which basket.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-5756109100478254354?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/5756109100478254354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=5756109100478254354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5756109100478254354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/5756109100478254354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-of-things-i-have-started-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-6026460831314484085</id><published>2008-12-08T08:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:32:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely Weather</title><content type='html'>This weekend we had a great weather.  It was warm and sunny.&lt;br /&gt;Today however it looks like winter has finaly decided to show up.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the new last night and they said we could have a storm and by this afternoon we would have snow.&lt;br /&gt;Well guess what, there is snow this morning.  I am so excited! NOT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Why can it not just snow on the mountains, the grass, the houses?  Why does it have to snow on the roads?  I would be ok with it if it would just not be on the roads.&lt;br /&gt;I so hate to drive in the snow. &lt;br /&gt;I know this will make my kids so HAPPY!!!! That means there will be snow on the mountain for them to go snowboarding.  And Chelsea's christmas will not be wasted since all she wanted was new stuff for snowboarding.  And Tyson can continue his goal to become the ultimate snowboarder!!!&lt;br /&gt;And Jesse can hit the hill with his friends, since he has not gotten to the snowboarding thing yet.  But that is sure to come in the next year or so. &lt;br /&gt;And me I will be at home on the couch with a blanket, sweats and slippers with a book or a good movie. &lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be happy at least we will (maybe) have snow for Christmas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-6026460831314484085?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/6026460831314484085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=6026460831314484085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/6026460831314484085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/6026460831314484085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovely-weather.html' title='Lovely Weather'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-7469204577551721215</id><published>2008-12-04T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:06:26.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Moments</title><content type='html'>I am not sure how to start this blog today but I want to say how thankful I am for the people around me.  I have been going through some tough times the last few months.  I have tried so hard to keep it all together.&lt;br /&gt;But the Holidays roll around and the weight of everything just came crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is I have had some really good people around me to keep me up lifted.&lt;br /&gt;For instance last night I was leaving my house and their was a Woman and a young woman walking down my drive way.  The Lady waves me down and asks me if I am Kim.  I say yes.  She says that they had heard that I was going thru a tough time and they were thinking about me and they just want to let me know that people were thinking about me and they wanted me to know.&lt;br /&gt;So she handed me a book called "The Race" and a dozen pink roses.  I was so surprised!  I didn't know what to say.  I really didn't even know these people but they were thinking of me.  How amazing that was to me.  I felt like a million bucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;So when I returned home, I sat down and read the book.  What a great inspriational story about not giving up on life. &lt;br /&gt;I am totally blessed to be where I am and to have the people that are around me.&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what I have done to deserve this but I am really blessed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Times are tough and there are many people out there who are struggling.  Some maybe minor like mine but others are major.&lt;br /&gt;I think we should all take it upon ourselves to think of someone who might need a little pick me up and give that to them.  It would make a big difference in someones life.&lt;br /&gt;I know it did in mine!!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to the Parkins for your kindness and friendship!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-7469204577551721215?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/7469204577551721215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=7469204577551721215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/7469204577551721215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/7469204577551721215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/amazing-moments.html' title='Amazing Moments'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4876884177272574416.post-8485125357058864855</id><published>2008-12-01T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T10:52:16.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>where does the time go.</title><content type='html'>Wow can you believe that it is already December.  Where has the time gone?&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving came and went so fast.  But the funnest thing about this time of year is the BLACK FRIDAY....&lt;br /&gt;This year there wasn't a whole lot of things on any sale add that I couldn't live without.  But it is like an addiction I just have to go.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Chelsea and I got up at 2:00 a.m.  yes 2:00 a.m. how crazy is that.  We went to Khols by 3:30 and had to stand in line since they didn't open until 4:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea was crazy out of control running to the area that we needed and looking for what we needed.  Which was new bedding.  She grabbed it out of my hands and ran to the front of the store to get in line.  She was the first in line.  We were in and out so fast there were people still in line waiting to get in the store.&lt;br /&gt;Our next stop was Walmart.  We got what we need there and were in and out.&lt;br /&gt;We met up with my sister and mom in Ogden.  We got what they needed and stood in line for them to show up.&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch for Breakfast and went home and went back to bed.  Chelsea didn't move until later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;it was alot of fun.  I think that will be one of our traditons.  For how ever long that will last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4876884177272574416-8485125357058864855?l=kimmiefast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/feeds/8485125357058864855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4876884177272574416&amp;postID=8485125357058864855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/8485125357058864855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4876884177272574416/posts/default/8485125357058864855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimmiefast.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-does-time-go.html' title='where does the time go.'/><author><name>Kim Fast</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00665171554199593965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i3c_eQzGU3Y/SWqGg4eXYnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/7TBp9fYaVt4/S220/SANY2013.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
