tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9925192675592452332024-03-05T07:34:06.359-08:00Just me & the cat...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-26661511705040300852010-02-17T14:13:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:20:23.448-08:00Why I shouldn't have roommates...Sunday morning... ahh... house to myself. Love these days, just relaxing and taking my time to get ready for church. I shower and decide to watch a little Olympics while I'm doing my makeup. Roommate shouldn't be home from church for a while, I'll do this in my garments and a t-shirt... who needs a bra at this point. Boy am I glad I had the t-shirt on. <br /><br />Guess who comes home early? Yeah, my roommate and her new boyfriend. With no warning I might add. Perfect. So I casually pull the wet towel off my head and drape it across my lap and act like everything is perfectly normal. So what if I'm not wearing pants. Situation gets worse. They stand in the dining room and precede to have a 5 min convo with me. Then my roommate says to the boyfriend (whom I'm meeting for the first time- did I mention that?) why don't you go in and watch the Olympics with Katie while I go change my clothes. Luckily he has to go to the bathroom and I bolted. <br /><br />Yeah, I need my own house where I can wear pants if and I when want.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-56899480830164739602010-02-08T09:59:00.000-08:002010-02-08T15:29:02.978-08:00Winning Team, Losing Team<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARpzavb7PQk&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARpzavb7PQk&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-58336438875780365332009-11-08T18:16:00.001-08:002009-11-08T18:20:58.530-08:00the family wardSo I'm trying out the old family ward these days. I may have been in the single ward scene for a while but as far as I remember cheerios and fruit snacks (and pink mints if you sat by Grandpa Coy) were a staple for little kids at church. <br /><br />So imagine my surprise when the little family in front of me had the following "treats" during sacrament meeting: peppermints, oranges, pickles, bananas and peanut butter sandwiches. <br /><br />Last time I checked Sacrament was only an hour. I didn't realize I needed to pack a lunch.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-37702700137349708432009-11-05T08:34:00.000-08:002009-11-05T08:44:23.777-08:00Saving Souls...<span style="font-family:arial;">I'm tired... like need a stiff drink and a massage tired. Diet Coke can only do so much ya know?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's the craziest time of the year for us: travel, presentations, events, tours, open houses, more travel. We're all just really, really tired. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We just finished out 8th of 12 open houses. Last night we were in Provo- Cougar Country. We had over 500 people in attendance. I like to think of it as saving souls from Utah County. Last night we saved a lot of souls. Kate reminded me of a very appropriate quote last night..."And if it so be that ye should labor, all your days and bring just one soul unto me, how great shall be your joy". </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm joyful... and tired.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-22968687680776129962009-10-18T14:25:00.000-07:002009-10-19T17:42:26.586-07:00No sad faces Niners fans...<span style="font-family:arial;">You know what I love? Sleeping in hotel beds, couches and air matresses that deflate during the night and the plastic sticks to you when you wake up in the morning. It is so much nicer than sleeping in my own bed... especially since I got that 3 inch memory foam on there. It's that time of year again... when no one gets to sleep in their own beds because we are on the road recruiting ALL THE TIME. </span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I've spent the last three weeks in Arizona and California, but I did throw a few days in there to spend with my new nephew. I'm lucky to work with such great people though. They all give up their lives this time of year and who wouldn't want to have this guy in the room next door right... diet coke and all?</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-AVtwc3GbHlFQs0FxJfUm1rLoFpPlsVWac_JctDvyY9zQ3ATf2SYSgNb3Ew2Q_X4NBiaYlNNu2dcI3nZ7aXidCddHOP370zJ7P0E16mu8ZN3LGht9_j13dM68SypvMgDAbq_VxREoDpg/s1600-h/IMG00156.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394468199052839842" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-AVtwc3GbHlFQs0FxJfUm1rLoFpPlsVWac_JctDvyY9zQ3ATf2SYSgNb3Ew2Q_X4NBiaYlNNu2dcI3nZ7aXidCddHOP370zJ7P0E16mu8ZN3LGht9_j13dM68SypvMgDAbq_VxREoDpg/s200/IMG00156.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I flew to Cali a couple days earliy to spend a couple days with the nephew. He's 8 weeks old and couldn't be more perfect. We had a couple days to hang out...just the two amigos. </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgQPInoXrmfnCLrR-T-ZHPz5W9x3B3kNc7A7XFAqQIKqEBnBn-FPsyNQtLg9N2dJKwqq_7BtmkI4Ffa8m8oNuTXHehjmPO482TW21aSMj7hAOBeJrLnvsbH052utSLRGBhpcsVAG7LoQ/s1600-h/IMG00186.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394060143600018258" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvgQPInoXrmfnCLrR-T-ZHPz5W9x3B3kNc7A7XFAqQIKqEBnBn-FPsyNQtLg9N2dJKwqq_7BtmkI4Ffa8m8oNuTXHehjmPO482TW21aSMj7hAOBeJrLnvsbH052utSLRGBhpcsVAG7LoQ/s200/IMG00186.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">We slept... </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZowut-NlVcn2A-Vl0pT4M4C9qID_erXeYGU_KPTknr0pPmiC-guXe0uxXlN-CzSt9UZusFqyxj6KvT9bENLvtjVjj9tmSb0ktQh86fEPEKz5Nyc7tdf3gM7xSf8YWKcvJiXZmYcPLt3I/s1600-h/IMG00297.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394468219389853522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZowut-NlVcn2A-Vl0pT4M4C9qID_erXeYGU_KPTknr0pPmiC-guXe0uxXlN-CzSt9UZusFqyxj6KvT9bENLvtjVjj9tmSb0ktQh86fEPEKz5Nyc7tdf3gM7xSf8YWKcvJiXZmYcPLt3I/s200/IMG00297.jpg" border="0" /></a>hung out...</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrHVWfJNbeo8-EfLVfm0CUN1vVqJ2fnnqTeUd5EXNSHKyiAvMeinQf4BT_P__dVsRKa4Gb1W2FcW9ZImyddnuFFr3FbrUQa29npNEnjMst6XC1LnIgy5B4w2zXJW4Uof2Rk7ZxST3XhI/s1600-h/IMG00224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394473314286524994" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrHVWfJNbeo8-EfLVfm0CUN1vVqJ2fnnqTeUd5EXNSHKyiAvMeinQf4BT_P__dVsRKa4Gb1W2FcW9ZImyddnuFFr3FbrUQa29npNEnjMst6XC1LnIgy5B4w2zXJW4Uof2Rk7ZxST3XhI/s200/IMG00224.jpg" border="0" /></a>ate...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O4w0VaPBS_uPwHEEyIuZLVXe5MU5jVLb-2aw54Z7oOJPuvwE0B6L569LhtjJiKZZuwufqGqDJhk-_rlsqruOsqbGtQEcmop7xsoeHxURYe1XPJ34Gq34sCZVXLezKY593pgxeaV2d2M/s1600-h/IMG00200.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394471441425646658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6O4w0VaPBS_uPwHEEyIuZLVXe5MU5jVLb-2aw54Z7oOJPuvwE0B6L569LhtjJiKZZuwufqGqDJhk-_rlsqruOsqbGtQEcmop7xsoeHxURYe1XPJ34Gq34sCZVXLezKY593pgxeaV2d2M/s200/IMG00200.jpg" border="0" /></a> drooled... (well he did)</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HSiSghSCH-kkHZVZ1vEotudteuyGbA0meAr6yKoBSC_9XIIAGcZUm1-KG1oBGI3jtlg6OadSxA84MCWN2gMmCOjiUlrQNUrUA655d0wyBzvbnLsg3a8cjrfebL27_RX3er5tykkrD8o/s1600-h/IMG00189.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394059899383844162" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HSiSghSCH-kkHZVZ1vEotudteuyGbA0meAr6yKoBSC_9XIIAGcZUm1-KG1oBGI3jtlg6OadSxA84MCWN2gMmCOjiUlrQNUrUA655d0wyBzvbnLsg3a8cjrfebL27_RX3er5tykkrD8o/s200/IMG00189.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> laughed...</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-b5pVHAypZ0NaULF4KHopQ8SsGRh4SgjNWBZRAFSlEQa1OltkOEZ7QlTZXcO0d-gJtWknIemu0S-zw0U4Ixt9O8mGGl101wWh_XpD0eoucj8UM0AGkXcPimc5Nb0YduZnKOhDJ1EJnic/s1600-h/IMG00258%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394064436065484130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-b5pVHAypZ0NaULF4KHopQ8SsGRh4SgjNWBZRAFSlEQa1OltkOEZ7QlTZXcO0d-gJtWknIemu0S-zw0U4Ixt9O8mGGl101wWh_XpD0eoucj8UM0AGkXcPimc5Nb0YduZnKOhDJ1EJnic/s200/IMG00258%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">... and cried.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep2to5lOPk1-6jzRxmX2JpeNS5uUaTJbUslVDaDywZHhFAXcLHFgaJAD8ox7oSu7rdLwHoXLS36vl1QBloO4Z9sucpN10ga-KxewmkuMl_wl4H3aBizlig7Df0MqSDWWaOGt4Ngv8ics/s1600-h/cid_IMG00173.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394468193774091922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhep2to5lOPk1-6jzRxmX2JpeNS5uUaTJbUslVDaDywZHhFAXcLHFgaJAD8ox7oSu7rdLwHoXLS36vl1QBloO4Z9sucpN10ga-KxewmkuMl_wl4H3aBizlig7Df0MqSDWWaOGt4Ngv8ics/s200/cid_IMG00173.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">and we loved every minute of it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Then the next weekend my whole fam (including surprise visits by the extended fam) came out for TC's blessing. We decided to cram as much in two days as possible. We started off with family pictures that included David, the homeless man who told my brother and dad how haaaaaaaunted Hanford was. He heard people died... at 12 midnight. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEp6X1f3lqppes-kEjUKrhf2VVQZ_4VN5yrsAJerqEMNl8qaOFYrmKJpoONY6F2MruaAUDrRDKIVsyc0TfeO6nd_S1S_uy0aooAAPAY5ybUO5N9PU5iPXlAm0g7q-A5FBsP3SxrEiQNZw/s1600-h/IMG00204.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058317093217298" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEp6X1f3lqppes-kEjUKrhf2VVQZ_4VN5yrsAJerqEMNl8qaOFYrmKJpoONY6F2MruaAUDrRDKIVsyc0TfeO6nd_S1S_uy0aooAAPAY5ybUO5N9PU5iPXlAm0g7q-A5FBsP3SxrEiQNZw/s200/IMG00204.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa_cbBZim80AtVHgYuzWNIS3hFYG-KBsyVwPFXMD05Zi1KwL0x-BNNUYJ_E9PM5r5Me-jMhorip2v1LUVy0ujW-k15nC6xk8-GoZ-cZVbIlTA0MxJ8yiioPRGBqSgEvvpq9NTaJVn0wM/s1600-h/Picture+039.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058699088692370" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqa_cbBZim80AtVHgYuzWNIS3hFYG-KBsyVwPFXMD05Zi1KwL0x-BNNUYJ_E9PM5r5Me-jMhorip2v1LUVy0ujW-k15nC6xk8-GoZ-cZVbIlTA0MxJ8yiioPRGBqSgEvvpq9NTaJVn0wM/s200/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">We had the blessing (which my dad did such a great job with) and then a bbq. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess there was some confusion on who rented the facilites for the bbq because when we got there there was already a party going on with loots of booz, poker, rap music and lots of 4 letter words that burned our baby's ears. It was kind of like if Carrot Top got stuck in a room with 50 Cent... yeah it was awkward, no one knew what to do and I loved every second of it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">It cost me $50 bones but it was worth it to watch my cousing Chels yell cannonball and jump in the pool fully dressed. (see ab's blog for video proof)</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCZPRrnyDYTfgHNqeFdJ4uXJ7Zjk5yoFZzU7i4krE1UTl7Tu6xPfPbwzjQ-yfBJjFToQTSVWWv7auDxTP-_QcwgsAMXqaxCbFXLnnH71xkzzUyJlLpJ_tvbQ12qL1oB0LGjoJW9JA5Qw/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058704615484322" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRCZPRrnyDYTfgHNqeFdJ4uXJ7Zjk5yoFZzU7i4krE1UTl7Tu6xPfPbwzjQ-yfBJjFToQTSVWWv7auDxTP-_QcwgsAMXqaxCbFXLnnH71xkzzUyJlLpJ_tvbQ12qL1oB0LGjoJW9JA5Qw/s200/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRcgy7RkKcNII_P4xdl3of2JqsL-KgoOrZewU-FmN_yRCR7jK_34pivFMO57AhNjd5HOmJmLBsHrUCN33kT6F5717TfD24NwFEXN4DZa0TA83texLDVnSUTT23XxLXtOp3ZLvPZ7iIzkg/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058715376191874" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRcgy7RkKcNII_P4xdl3of2JqsL-KgoOrZewU-FmN_yRCR7jK_34pivFMO57AhNjd5HOmJmLBsHrUCN33kT6F5717TfD24NwFEXN4DZa0TA83texLDVnSUTT23XxLXtOp3ZLvPZ7iIzkg/s200/Picture+054.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Then the next day we went up to see the 49ers game. Now, I'm not much of a Football fan, but I'm not going to lie I've always loved the Niners. I love Jerry Rice and Jo Montana and like every other mormon girl on earth, I was positive I was going to marry Steve Young. I have never been to a NFL, and I have never seen so many crazy, drunk fans in fb jerzees in my entire life. A fight almost broke out on the row in front of us becuase someone had touched one of his 'boyz'. It was awesome. They lost but that didn't dampen spirits... one guy stood at the bottom of the escalator and gave every single person a high five and said "no sad faces niners fans... no sad faces".</span></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26OE08vo6Il9ztRuHcqaoRw6pb39N-LvJCYQttC_KXnYjuYxNmMYg12M20eXAQwpyUxEiJLKsjgIg5dyLQjD1Wgf_AD-68UH_4MK5ovGhHur3tDKy-wMoU2IxaoEjP4GIaaK7Ilq67W0/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058686300423394" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26OE08vo6Il9ztRuHcqaoRw6pb39N-LvJCYQttC_KXnYjuYxNmMYg12M20eXAQwpyUxEiJLKsjgIg5dyLQjD1Wgf_AD-68UH_4MK5ovGhHur3tDKy-wMoU2IxaoEjP4GIaaK7Ilq67W0/s200/Picture+017.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lkkR1-xZJNXq16NdUUs6yYr_wjlznP_VN2AUQpQqAhBkd_Kiv0wh5k2kcyU95xuqc60tt91hvQCJWXhJiQVy7Lu4M3IZJRqsUqG1RgK-LU-b1jqYDPAZjk0LI4nq_k3OLkaPdyFC8cA/s1600-h/IMG00221.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058347622033938" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4lkkR1-xZJNXq16NdUUs6yYr_wjlznP_VN2AUQpQqAhBkd_Kiv0wh5k2kcyU95xuqc60tt91hvQCJWXhJiQVy7Lu4M3IZJRqsUqG1RgK-LU-b1jqYDPAZjk0LI4nq_k3OLkaPdyFC8cA/s200/IMG00221.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058336757244834" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEXof2cW8-mwDsgjNcLtLSsXO9WltzyJUXkZrtmYi-VAkWv3ZGjgsezif5Oyouyd-XS5Kcx21ApRuvhMps-FaNHkZhejEZsKgKvekR0exdhyWgMa-3EnIfdnW_PT_1EynEXDX4KMLDJw/s200/IMG00212.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2fPiYeCYoN2MIvII_oqz66IZnHSXbhAkqw4S9v70n9lMsqNiZhJ-IYAeA_AESJ6084ONnut7cKvzhaeFsumP_V6Y9tLLOBU_AvGOqmAa96UrwemnlOoDgofxJ9S83dhnirsioOR8pmI/s1600-h/IMG00208.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394058325235713570" style="WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2fPiYeCYoN2MIvII_oqz66IZnHSXbhAkqw4S9v70n9lMsqNiZhJ-IYAeA_AESJ6084ONnut7cKvzhaeFsumP_V6Y9tLLOBU_AvGOqmAa96UrwemnlOoDgofxJ9S83dhnirsioOR8pmI/s200/IMG00208.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">So good to be home, but miss Ab, Matt and that little bug already.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-65067607744123247712009-09-23T10:54:00.000-07:002009-09-23T10:58:42.269-07:00Go Cougars... Priceless<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zC70enz6bZcpTEFW4Qt5ANClMoIWsOazayY0tgaSUAhuQaZ_ZIdFShIeEZCEpplT4U_FhKWlVbQcgj9y8zUesGL2LwNsZj4RFHh-TqEOyTasqF_oLQuqI-XmH6Cdhuo1QctPWMGmZ9A/s1600-h/BYU.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384723446668892146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6zC70enz6bZcpTEFW4Qt5ANClMoIWsOazayY0tgaSUAhuQaZ_ZIdFShIeEZCEpplT4U_FhKWlVbQcgj9y8zUesGL2LwNsZj4RFHh-TqEOyTasqF_oLQuqI-XmH6Cdhuo1QctPWMGmZ9A/s400/BYU.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">Learning the words to Rise and Shout: $ 0<br />BYU license plate tee from bookstore: $25<br />Stylish sunglasses: $49<br />Dinner with date at the Brick Oven before the game: $50<br />Below the knee length cargo shorts: $55<br />Gold CTR ring in the language of my mission: $150<br />Sony camcorder to tape the big game: $399<br />Enjoying a good smoke at halftime: Priceless</span><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-49309542668356960412009-07-08T17:45:00.000-07:002009-07-08T18:14:24.266-07:00Crackle, Pop... Snapped<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2634798199_63de2c8841_m.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3162/2634798199_63de2c8841_m.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">So I realize I'm getting old. That I don't live the "freshmen" life anymore. I love having the house to myself. I love my flower garden. I love quiet. </span><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Luckily, I get some dumb ass 17 year old boys next door to me this summer that remind me why I'm so glad I'm getting old. These boys are a real treat. One of them has such long hair that for the first month I swore he was a girl. They like to do really fun things like jump the curb on their scateboards into my yard, sit on my side lawn and drink beer all night, play hacky sack for hours on end and smoke weed in the lazy boys they have on the porch. These are some real classy boys living the life. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">So a couple nights ago they thought it would be fun to light fireworks... until 2:30 am. Then when I went to work the next day they were all over my lawn, and luckily the sprinklers had gone on so they were nice and wet for me to pick up. Then last night they started a little earlier, lighting all sorts of fun ones like fountains, firecrackers, roman candles and something that had this nice screaching sound for a good 10 seconds. They did them so close to my roommates car that she went outside, chewed them out and moved her car. So I guess to be nice they moved them to the back of the driveway... right by my bedroom window... till 1 am. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Now I've always hated it when "old people" complained and ruined the fun, and I always vowed I would never do that person, but guess what... the patience is wearing thin. Very thin. </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-81796068223833492102009-07-06T16:25:00.000-07:002009-07-06T17:17:48.439-07:00God Bless the USA<span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPgvbkUXrRUQgovI5cUlgQD_3WCuxa3xLVTR17oYcT8qn2uXkPA1cPVZ1APIdhXZjanWS1badz5NaY67pBvqan37flA4Z_XJJYLPVmaZKau-AI4blg0278akzWwhMS_MuQzBR31NrC2Q/s1600-h/IMG00026.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355498386318682930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPgvbkUXrRUQgovI5cUlgQD_3WCuxa3xLVTR17oYcT8qn2uXkPA1cPVZ1APIdhXZjanWS1badz5NaY67pBvqan37flA4Z_XJJYLPVmaZKau-AI4blg0278akzWwhMS_MuQzBR31NrC2Q/s400/IMG00026.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">If you know anything about me (and Lisa Watkins) you know I love the good old USA. I love fireworks, rodeos, parades and hot dog eating contests. (Seriously though did you see that guy in NY that ate 68 hot dogs in 10 min... totally impressed). I think we are so blessed to have the freedoms that we have. So in turn, I love anything that celebrates the red, white and blue. </span><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm not going to lie, I get a little teary when I hear lyrics like: </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Only in America... where they dream in red, white and blue. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Only in America... where we dream as big as we want to."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">or the ever popular...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"I'm proud to be an American, where at least I know I'm free. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Ain't no doubt I love this land... God Bless the USA"</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">and for our Neil Diamond fans...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"We're comin to America. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Today... My country tis of thee... Today... Sweet land of liberty."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">and for all you country lovers...</span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Yes there's a lady that stands in a harbor for what we believe. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">And there's a bell that still echoes the price that it cost to be free." </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">(Ok, but seriously, when I was in Philly at the Liberty Bell this is the only thing I could think about and I couldn't stop crying). </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway. So we had a fun filled patriotic weekend. Started with Logan fireworks and ended with the Cache Valley Cruise-In. Nothing says USA like old cars... especially since foreign cars are taking over. </span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0_TiHjAk1GWhz5Z40IF3sV4UsV81KSh72ZRwESz32a2AlUalISF0LEZ__5nT1mjEtSsyFD2NmHND_bK_CaL34UpJF3xx1_yCKMdRcZAaUGhqjNuDpObO5LeI5t7N2V_SYUlb1BlGkwo/s1600-h/IMG00028.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355497862651355858" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0_TiHjAk1GWhz5Z40IF3sV4UsV81KSh72ZRwESz32a2AlUalISF0LEZ__5nT1mjEtSsyFD2NmHND_bK_CaL34UpJF3xx1_yCKMdRcZAaUGhqjNuDpObO5LeI5t7N2V_SYUlb1BlGkwo/s200/IMG00028.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDG9KAzGi-HxRqVD0TGpf0RoAftEbZMOLT3Szln9U3o7-sfPSml60BdHdSi-xF4DmCXibzSbCYMYx4j4posVkTw5QEzdjFycCy4du63F1WYUI4NAdkxuHVSoYIECuZxcY50tgcJoC3OM/s1600-h/IMG00027.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355497853186817410" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDG9KAzGi-HxRqVD0TGpf0RoAftEbZMOLT3Szln9U3o7-sfPSml60BdHdSi-xF4DmCXibzSbCYMYx4j4posVkTw5QEzdjFycCy4du63F1WYUI4NAdkxuHVSoYIECuZxcY50tgcJoC3OM/s200/IMG00027.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The best part about it though is my parents and I did it all on our scooters... yeah the three amigos were three happy chappys. We didn't drive a car once all weekend. Farmers market, shopping, fireworks, cruise-in. Nothing could hold us back, not even when my dad bought 6 pairs of shoes. I'm totally obsessed with the scoots. Seriously was one of the funniest (and funnest) weekends ever. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355498481455999986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_w_1QBkymjCjlQjlUEs5B6AoUmN0teFmgK3Z4DSUqoDDAeZ9uvWR4-RVj3yIIoItgS8TZe3q7WxU1VyqLpAnqQMXShUtU51iFk0w8yK-Q7t8i2KFfst5LNUZe-ub9D6F3M3sT7PLnR3I/s320/IMG00029.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Where the stars and stripes and the eagle fly.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-65202192273857159432009-05-30T21:49:00.000-07:002009-05-31T16:07:26.836-07:00Loving Summer? No Doubt about it...<span style="font-family:arial;">Summer vs Winter... or as I like to call it Good vs Evil. I mean seriously. Everything good happens in the summer, evil in the winter. Let's just break it down. </span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Winter:</u> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Let's see there is snow, ice and cold. I don't enjoy winter activities so I guess my winter activities include shoveling snow, slipping on ice and just being cold. It's always dark, dirty and cold. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Summer:</u> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">-Sunshine. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Pool. Plus subscription to People magazine. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">-BBQ's. Curt's Juicy Lucy's and Blue Mandarin Steaks. um delicious. </span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimppchzpJ3rHP9Ocyb5LHHCq5693PlPQnzirsVrLulnJxN1LUmvVhDTuxapsjPW156yOJUU5BULDYh4htvTKPpsTuCrdbdlT4307E9E-WoAzhWnOrBEFXdEl_ByHFv8MevSp2sVgexvvk/s1600-h/CIMG2725.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342112848995379394" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimppchzpJ3rHP9Ocyb5LHHCq5693PlPQnzirsVrLulnJxN1LUmvVhDTuxapsjPW156yOJUU5BULDYh4htvTKPpsTuCrdbdlT4307E9E-WoAzhWnOrBEFXdEl_ByHFv8MevSp2sVgexvvk/s200/CIMG2725.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG-ixDNNy8Vd3Wlh6tIFRGqUmDou9sLamJIYF5DzHfliGDT9ft6UpronvnIfKggm6NFmjO51jDdDgud-7SV0cgAJEe5BralprBjvq7zGtRlwZpaJpfVsNe5se0XWRuC_OhIGo0g7pAAg/s1600-h/0524091852.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342112845057945186" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvG-ixDNNy8Vd3Wlh6tIFRGqUmDou9sLamJIYF5DzHfliGDT9ft6UpronvnIfKggm6NFmjO51jDdDgud-7SV0cgAJEe5BralprBjvq7zGtRlwZpaJpfVsNe5se0XWRuC_OhIGo0g7pAAg/s200/0524091852.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">-Scooters. Uh yeah, I bought this. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKS4YbUhjP1AARVAHZwabCH-8EhtHO-Ovp5f4Iv7U9DuGS5n3-VkoizB60nVhjtKhb8-2nX4Sj2mJthWnyzjuIVC-WEnCZtmZe7UwzZ-oYQTecTRd7Cii03RcWewuqQqZI1zIqQjr_1w/s1600-h/0522091733_0001.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342112840954524146" style="WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKS4YbUhjP1AARVAHZwabCH-8EhtHO-Ovp5f4Iv7U9DuGS5n3-VkoizB60nVhjtKhb8-2nX4Sj2mJthWnyzjuIVC-WEnCZtmZe7UwzZ-oYQTecTRd7Cii03RcWewuqQqZI1zIqQjr_1w/s200/0522091733_0001.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUcEZ5cVjRdlEZE1-HteOYaXvvIPP8fgCCGhQAIxRURZP3HY7G7KpCuB-knL-tYQtP85bgr12FdWQK6rftMuZpvxxUC4IeuI5nBz1L_z6NrqD0DRMUq85DRMPmDmJ8zcG2CWbzW41WU0/s1600-h/0522091726a.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342112839570805794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoUcEZ5cVjRdlEZE1-HteOYaXvvIPP8fgCCGhQAIxRURZP3HY7G7KpCuB-knL-tYQtP85bgr12FdWQK6rftMuZpvxxUC4IeuI5nBz1L_z6NrqD0DRMUq85DRMPmDmJ8zcG2CWbzW41WU0/s200/0522091726a.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Moochs. Diet Coke with fresh limes.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Snow Cones. 6 within 5 min of my house. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Hammocks. The perfect summer nap. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- 4 Wheeling and camping. Bring it. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:arial;">- Concerts. No Doubt last weekend was fantastic. </span></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rl87r841qaSSBa6bbZ63c5VvrBY3tbuBR3jX1hsYZ1oJNdGu7zE20qNcxzgTMpq1s4250M_BtglxftJM0hvzk7e2VxxO7_z_YZEpVmtOa8WTy6hqc0DWzbTn2j7YH6pymVmZ0tJFZmI/s1600-h/CIMG2826.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342111130136705378" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2rl87r841qaSSBa6bbZ63c5VvrBY3tbuBR3jX1hsYZ1oJNdGu7zE20qNcxzgTMpq1s4250M_BtglxftJM0hvzk7e2VxxO7_z_YZEpVmtOa8WTy6hqc0DWzbTn2j7YH6pymVmZ0tJFZmI/s200/CIMG2826.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqwMBe3FlidIzWLVLpZ75sT7JMxLd0UdN5HrOv9JKS17D8KwOYeoJvrxMVbbK6BVvBbhVAOYGojsZJ0UC1iaK6IwrH96T3hQdAY1Z3snuoMrUCBvj2ra62jaD7oRXqCxylMk6_YFKRbPI/s1600-h/CIMG2815.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342111117298986834" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqwMBe3FlidIzWLVLpZ75sT7JMxLd0UdN5HrOv9JKS17D8KwOYeoJvrxMVbbK6BVvBbhVAOYGojsZJ0UC1iaK6IwrH96T3hQdAY1Z3snuoMrUCBvj2ra62jaD7oRXqCxylMk6_YFKRbPI/s200/CIMG2815.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI7qfBXqZR7NWUNsLdzGeQDz8jUEtz14fD5eNy2EnZ7c8BIRq2tXZEVupxOvkekxVen9xdPA7Fqbsm7B9AeVfzIVNnUlNUT17G4JRmA96DpusASKr1bGBEVEOpkyvfIvLbUHmMRcEAoY/s1600-h/CIMG2805.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342111109559176610" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitI7qfBXqZR7NWUNsLdzGeQDz8jUEtz14fD5eNy2EnZ7c8BIRq2tXZEVupxOvkekxVen9xdPA7Fqbsm7B9AeVfzIVNnUlNUT17G4JRmA96DpusASKr1bGBEVEOpkyvfIvLbUHmMRcEAoY/s200/CIMG2805.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilK5-P0jsbiop9EayPSQuBhBLrrXv195An9MSwCzALTyaGd3ZTZsNwyM3uXO6ZjpdInu3QO9C4jgiqs8HkgH9huQ_K5DjU7zRH1251xloNTdwIZsyk34hjTTNRoWPt8zYmoz_zXtkvmrk/s1600-h/CIMG2824.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342111134163968962" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilK5-P0jsbiop9EayPSQuBhBLrrXv195An9MSwCzALTyaGd3ZTZsNwyM3uXO6ZjpdInu3QO9C4jgiqs8HkgH9huQ_K5DjU7zRH1251xloNTdwIZsyk34hjTTNRoWPt8zYmoz_zXtkvmrk/s200/CIMG2824.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I love summer. K bye.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-44738022225239295722009-05-17T15:01:00.000-07:002009-05-17T15:55:16.673-07:00Curse?... or Blessing<a href="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//0000/800/10/9/10819.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://cdn-write.demandstudios.com/upload//0000/800/10/9/10819.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Allergies. Horrible allergies. Like the kind that close your throat off, make your eyes swell shut and nose constantly plugged. I get these allergies in the spring, the summer, the fall. Ouside, inside, on the farm, around animals. It's very convenient.<br /><br />So after years of double to triple doses of claritin, allegra, zyrtec I decided to go to the doc and see if I could get some shots or something. Luckily it wasn't just allergies... apparently I had a deviated setpum and some pissed pollups in my sinuses that blocked 95% of my breating capacity. Oh and did I mention I had lost my sense of smell? So luckily I had this $10,000 surgery which did absolutley nothing. Now I take some medicine that makes my nose bleed and tastes like acid is going down the back of my throat. It's very pleasant.<br /><br />If you're wondering if my smell came back the answer is no. Going on three years now. Sometimes it's nice... like when a family member or co-worker has gas or when someone cooks fish in the microwave. Other times it sucks... like when you can't smell perfume and have a nervous breakdown in the mens section at Nordstroms... or so I hear.<br /><br />I know at times I've had a baditute about this and I just need to make some lemonade, whatever the hell that means. Abbey sent me the following article on CNN which I think puts everything in perspective:<br /><br />"(CNN) -- We've all been there: reached for our food in the office refrigerator, only to recoil from the stench from the crammed containers of decomposing food. When a worker at an AT&T building in San Jose, California, took it upon herself to clean out an office refrigerator during her lunch hour Tuesday, the smell from the moldy food was so noxious that it sent seven of her co-workers to the hospital and prompted the evacuation of all 325 people in the building.<br /><br />The refrigerator had been unplugged for some time and moved into a conference room for cleaning. When the woman tried to scrub down the mess, the stench from the cleaning chemicals combined with the rotting food. "It caused some to vomit, some to just get nauseous. And it, for us, activated a hazardous incident," Capt. Barry Stallard of the San Jose fire department told the television station. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Firefighters set up a triage area in the building's parking lot. In all, 28 workers reported feeling sick. Seven were taken to hospitals for evaluation. Not among them: the woman who volunteered to clean the fridge. She suffers from allergies, firefighters said, and had had nasal surgery. She didn't smell a thing."<br /><br />This lady has now become my mentor and my hero. I have a lot to live up to.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-81394882968849641352009-05-04T09:36:00.000-07:002009-05-04T09:40:18.821-07:00May the Fourth be with you...As my Jedi friends would say... May the Fourth be with you.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPPj6viIBmU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPPj6viIBmU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-25699432427416675072009-05-03T18:32:00.000-07:002009-05-03T18:57:02.599-07:00Look Both Ways...Ever since I was little I've learned that when you cross the street you wait till the light is red, you get a light up sign of a man telling you it's ok to walk, you look right, you look left and IF and only if there are no cars coming you cross the street. <br /><br />So imagine my surprise when a grown man darts in front of my car. I had two choices... slam on the breaks and hit the man... OR... swerve and miss. I chose the latter. I'd like to call that defensive driving.<br /><br />Apparently that was the wrong choice becuase next thing I know I got the red and blue flashing lights behind me. As I pull over I see cop cars lined up down the side streets. hmmm.<br />Come to find out the man sacrificing his life is a cop and they've staged the whole thing to see who will yeild to the pedestrian darting in front of your car. <br /><br />Some vital things to keep in mind:<br /><ul><li>It is about 7:40 pm and I'm heading East which equals the sun is about eye level</li><li>I was going the speed limit</li><li>The man was in a crosswalk, but not at a light or stop sign... just the middle of a street</li><li>Do I find it a coincidence that it was the last day of the month? Well not really. Quotas perhaps?</li></ul><p>As the cop pulled up he explained that they were running an expirement to see how many people stopped for the man. They had pulled over 30+ people that evening alone. He was very impressed that I was not on my cell phone and said things like "you look responsible, I'm sure you have license and registration on you"... well no shit sherlock, I'm a law abiding citizen doing everything I should be doing and a man just jumped in front of my car. He apologized that would have to give me a ticket (undisclosed amount so this should be fun) but he would knock of $10 for wearing my seatbelt. Thank you so much officer... you've always been so good to me... like when you came over with my hate crime and did absolutley nothing. </p><p>So next time a man runs out in the middle of the road I'll try and decide whether it is better to kill the man or get a ticket. I'll decide this when I see the amount of my ticket. </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-31781362056380662032009-03-29T16:17:00.001-07:002009-03-30T14:29:10.431-07:00Welcome to Wingers<span style="font-family:arial;">So we just survived the week from Hell... Scholars Day and A-Day. So to celebrate we thought we should do the challenge some can only dream of. Wingers is having $10 all-you-can-eat sticky fingers. Name on the board in the front and bragging rights.<br /><br /><u>The competitors:</u> </span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHYqAlmZtvzE5MmSgARwwc3cDCgaTyB9seMgOkYFeYyMCUOLct3XkwXP50S7PPbmtGxJ9ij-YgWASu7go11ZUxUqfR5uG75r1Dr5iPuoRGSWLORV_zC-QN7GBQGrxP4ox6QTvW-sPDB8/s1600-h/CIMG2702.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318762680801224290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTHYqAlmZtvzE5MmSgARwwc3cDCgaTyB9seMgOkYFeYyMCUOLct3XkwXP50S7PPbmtGxJ9ij-YgWASu7go11ZUxUqfR5uG75r1Dr5iPuoRGSWLORV_zC-QN7GBQGrxP4ox6QTvW-sPDB8/s200/CIMG2702.JPG" border="0" /></span></a> <div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJazktjssNMLNns3PcUmnynGQ0woFl5Slp9z_ZE3_-4tCdp_6fiDXVyW4h3igxxz8T7iH_uo3kBXqcSGcB9KllQFKC7G_rM1ZPTbPgjtRSsHD8U_mcFSRODF39GOMX-S0BPNLDuvq537k/s1600-h/CIMG2702.JPG"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Corey Mikkelsen</strong>- previous accomplishments include eating his height in subway sandwiches. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWDo2oLcy0iQmbTSZMi4j1ffb-Gl2PvW37NA7hs6j6Jpk_J_bhJu6ZNo_8MWBjgNeg3GoKEZkRYtyp3JEje15iQWxLeJLoDAHH4VIrgGFJb2U8Tu0eoOoCkgs3jgzDuSncgsr1CeQRfw/s1600-h/CIMG2699.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TFqTanxg90i_8JXTANOF_156Vow9zSxV_CAC-VvXYYtC4xewbKD6WH2U1tUN8lTZHNYxmwGefWtW0quaP-adEZFhwd4XcWWyFKt1ASK7wTyupAM279StbRxzI0UhclgzqsWmV9TuqGY/s1600-h/CIMG2699.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318762664683195506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TFqTanxg90i_8JXTANOF_156Vow9zSxV_CAC-VvXYYtC4xewbKD6WH2U1tUN8lTZHNYxmwGefWtW0quaP-adEZFhwd4XcWWyFKt1ASK7wTyupAM279StbRxzI0UhclgzqsWmV9TuqGY/s200/CIMG2699.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Trent Hunsaker</strong>- previous accomplishments include eating so much on superbowl sunday that he had to have his head propped up with pillows to see over his stomach. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVeqqDUBlZxyg38YIm65yssy3Vyrw1coumqWSzDESeQxvM7mhblz6o_E7SPdU8NEOT2Hu5g6vQTjc1GryNrg52xERDV8FdLtcyYnKnE0DIEgarxVeWnht5QxA9DNDNS7t9OocKeBvCEQ/s1600-h/CIMG2701.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318762679875187890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVeqqDUBlZxyg38YIm65yssy3Vyrw1coumqWSzDESeQxvM7mhblz6o_E7SPdU8NEOT2Hu5g6vQTjc1GryNrg52xERDV8FdLtcyYnKnE0DIEgarxVeWnht5QxA9DNDNS7t9OocKeBvCEQ/s200/CIMG2701.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxB-Xl9RCsmpNFVzRRlInVpJT5pXyWpFhkWgQYx5JSTGDR6Od2WBlFo56GpczGFVHCorZvLbGqg9wsZHb8BVy0f5aqoH5-KgyJ7A8Jkiui-T9d5FfzIZ-_93lqKKJuD3LAz0J2_UFwC-E/s1600-h/CIMG2701.JPG"></a></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Scott Klein</strong>- he's a rookie but previous accomplishments include eating 37 pieces of pizza in one hour and 12 Del Tacos in 10 minutes.<br /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><u></u></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"><u><br /><br />The challenge:</u><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Make the top three names on the board. Personal best.<br />$5 buy-in, choose the winner and the number of fingers. </span></p><p align="left"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65l6gGKAQNQDTyob6ZktVaEiBFvV3gSt9OlO0NUObd-iP39aUJpj4AmeJxLg6oTpxobIRS4DX6DFxYLl99JoV5snvhyphenhyphenUhrobv9St7v3XLAIvHyV7dkOob3Nu61XPylH-FeQP_tmgoFa4/s1600-h/CIMG2698.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318762675786030034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj65l6gGKAQNQDTyob6ZktVaEiBFvV3gSt9OlO0NUObd-iP39aUJpj4AmeJxLg6oTpxobIRS4DX6DFxYLl99JoV5snvhyphenhyphenUhrobv9St7v3XLAIvHyV7dkOob3Nu61XPylH-FeQP_tmgoFa4/s200/CIMG2698.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VCkMB0Eq21bYZ_8jqGyXE_mNdmODGIgNj1fb8aq-VkOkehzecpRP3d_OR0qO9I-G4zduCSXy9L1HWQln1QLonKHNOTEqrNfrSxfXg94zpg0LlDl1JzfGi95GbX3LadrvfFMX5_Jmfm8/s1600-h/CIMG2708.JPG"></a><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VCkMB0Eq21bYZ_8jqGyXE_mNdmODGIgNj1fb8aq-VkOkehzecpRP3d_OR0qO9I-G4zduCSXy9L1HWQln1QLonKHNOTEqrNfrSxfXg94zpg0LlDl1JzfGi95GbX3LadrvfFMX5_Jmfm8/s1600-h/CIMG2708.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318757991350727746" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2VCkMB0Eq21bYZ_8jqGyXE_mNdmODGIgNj1fb8aq-VkOkehzecpRP3d_OR0qO9I-G4zduCSXy9L1HWQln1QLonKHNOTEqrNfrSxfXg94zpg0LlDl1JzfGi95GbX3LadrvfFMX5_Jmfm8/s200/CIMG2708.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><p align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Tactics:</u><br />Drowning in ranch, dunking in water (apparently goes down easier), belching... and other bodily functions, baby bites and soda. After 20 or so... they didn't look quite so happy to be there. There were meat sweats, pants undone and laying down in the booth. Yet they ate through the pain.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuv6FlyflI8ofD8Wfg_g_I6Zp58Q7mDnl3Or8lVtNq0FbKmvsCBDxgvqZrg7A8BiV9eqei2OliuBAW9kUPXbIeKE5vqqD6zCPQgchG6aTkNFtEuYC3UnPv2xWB3bbSXVrfmxX_gejIttk/s1600-h/CIMG2705.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759260953481458" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuv6FlyflI8ofD8Wfg_g_I6Zp58Q7mDnl3Or8lVtNq0FbKmvsCBDxgvqZrg7A8BiV9eqei2OliuBAW9kUPXbIeKE5vqqD6zCPQgchG6aTkNFtEuYC3UnPv2xWB3bbSXVrfmxX_gejIttk/s200/CIMG2705.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3rljAYM0x1D4r9JxGROf87THg9b7CPARMYx6hFXda0Ih_qIEkpgUfc7bj1rQIBi-p8dOU_qGsexphhZ9-JcPp7xeLqsYWrwVCfeB4dW898sAst_qVxUs-XF-GnhL7zSrXWHlXmP2aH0/s1600-h/CIMG2709.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759273376726498" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI3rljAYM0x1D4r9JxGROf87THg9b7CPARMYx6hFXda0Ih_qIEkpgUfc7bj1rQIBi-p8dOU_qGsexphhZ9-JcPp7xeLqsYWrwVCfeB4dW898sAst_qVxUs-XF-GnhL7zSrXWHlXmP2aH0/s200/CIMG2709.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_SaVsX5dGMTjq-AQGO5e1y2ToSp1j3Ujk2TTN-5Q2lBYFGr9ZrapOdOmgb7E3Df4ZfnJ79P4OajRqkZOUtmWXHYuoR7CI0JXz5rRTA2bfQHGLMq3SHPBrPCv9JVcnJqaMMjForTIiww/s1600-h/CIMG2703.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318761354261759762" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr_SaVsX5dGMTjq-AQGO5e1y2ToSp1j3Ujk2TTN-5Q2lBYFGr9ZrapOdOmgb7E3Df4ZfnJ79P4OajRqkZOUtmWXHYuoR7CI0JXz5rRTA2bfQHGLMq3SHPBrPCv9JVcnJqaMMjForTIiww/s200/CIMG2703.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Accomplishment:</u><br />Combined total= 82.5 strips...30,000 calories...1,350 fat grams...450% recommended daily intake...three very full boys.<br /><br />Board now reads:<br />1. Trent Hunsaker- 30<br />2. Scott Klein- 28<br />3. Corey Mikkelsen- 24.5<br />4. Who knows...<br />5. Who cares... </span></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5SR8eFzuMUfsgeyPTC77c6WlFbvLw8kAjeq5AAWInSEdBGNo7L7cn49Hf9gHtLl077iVDgJbRsFUFaebkQhDNSYHUmvLmAZix5i2Ze-gZ4b1X8ncJcE5UZoW8x8b_Stf7Oh4lccic3A/s1600-h/CIMG2711.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759284560036610" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB5SR8eFzuMUfsgeyPTC77c6WlFbvLw8kAjeq5AAWInSEdBGNo7L7cn49Hf9gHtLl077iVDgJbRsFUFaebkQhDNSYHUmvLmAZix5i2Ze-gZ4b1X8ncJcE5UZoW8x8b_Stf7Oh4lccic3A/s200/CIMG2711.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEullxSdXefFT6AWNJNHiJCv2tzOLow8mWt4bIOtvi7DmhVdfOdW5nGTCaUtK_XbK9mNTsqYYVyr2Co9oq8op_gw5A34UfBAgKWYQY22DOR5HrkEee5ZKZ76vFYO89FqUJgrz-SDAhh38/s1600-h/CIMG2713.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318759289212663490" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEullxSdXefFT6AWNJNHiJCv2tzOLow8mWt4bIOtvi7DmhVdfOdW5nGTCaUtK_XbK9mNTsqYYVyr2Co9oq8op_gw5A34UfBAgKWYQY22DOR5HrkEee5ZKZ76vFYO89FqUJgrz-SDAhh38/s200/CIMG2713.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />Congratulations boys- you made us proud!</span></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-90390484365969943362009-03-19T09:17:00.000-07:002009-03-19T09:27:30.493-07:00The 801...Thank you Dave Ackerman.<br />He's an Aggie... An Ambassador... A Bingham Miner. I thought we had a lot in common. Guess not. <br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h101r1rGcYI&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h101r1rGcYI&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-46648526190301619862009-03-09T13:38:00.000-07:002009-03-09T15:34:38.444-07:00Wedding WeekendIt's been an eventful furlough so far. Ab and Matt had their wedding reception, Matt's best friend Trevor came into town from Atlanta for a few days, the assholes that are working on our road busted the sewer line out front so it floods our basement every five minutes. So we get to shower at the gym and go to the bathroom at the neighbors...real cool. In fact it got a little ugly this morning with my dad the the project manager almost came to blows... all I heard was things like "I'm going to sue your ass and the sons a bitches". Curt had to literally step in between the two of them... who would have ever thought of Curt as the peacemaker. Sorry dad but that guy was huge, my money would have been on him.<br />Oh, and Curt bought a new handgun. So naturally we had to go try it out... along with the shotguns, rifles, muzzleloaders and two black city boys who had never shot guns "legally" before. Let's just say it was entertaining.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311295902200450818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcYhYVrfMn68uPnk8OpvbYqbjkEkTChnpFqJyAGusxgV7GhAy8maV8vTqrH0QkOFEyTHJda7uVHnJV_SI4XhlrWMnfZfJ00_o2lw3iW2s3jLKXPHEZb-8KhHC9bUu-FuqcuFIin0zBBfI/s320/CIMG2519.JPG" border="0" /> The latest family photo.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwGKc1bnS3NOUdSRKpaB7vstso8Dgdidyrlmsv8OZUgQaW_7bEIwC78fF0iKJUOQZlj2Abs1_RCrFGA_JlmpexXXFgMUMKS7bs0_ePMT1Fu78QsWNqehGNr_VZHRw8E1ag3awoFzI1Ow/s1600-h/CIMG2493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311294177117196850" style="WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwGKc1bnS3NOUdSRKpaB7vstso8Dgdidyrlmsv8OZUgQaW_7bEIwC78fF0iKJUOQZlj2Abs1_RCrFGA_JlmpexXXFgMUMKS7bs0_ePMT1Fu78QsWNqehGNr_VZHRw8E1ag3awoFzI1Ow/s200/CIMG2493.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMrIr8edjzgQRGvmu1YBIFf2HbLO6GkpNf_-p2n-wbpMCFtQUz2u3WOeM3XB2h8tL6D6OGpTJJsmmZ6_vY0Qc2S5_9PeLL54FneBiHQH_uSd1MY98RBCrTUchZ89DzPWUwd2QV7P7nZY/s1600-h/CIMG2507.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311294755191579458" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMrIr8edjzgQRGvmu1YBIFf2HbLO6GkpNf_-p2n-wbpMCFtQUz2u3WOeM3XB2h8tL6D6OGpTJJsmmZ6_vY0Qc2S5_9PeLL54FneBiHQH_uSd1MY98RBCrTUchZ89DzPWUwd2QV7P7nZY/s200/CIMG2507.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My brother is trying to talk me into getting a little handgun. So if "anyone tries to go all Katie Gildea on you, you can take matters into your own hands". I guess that his new phrase for being robbed.<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFT-dIXVMsq_o8tSEiqe7L5XTHH5gD4Evp1RFSOFXm5WLhUUvQGx8cJZ-7JvtrYNV10WWYz_NQj4aFEW6BkuvCIjgd8YhXGJ_SqTo4ZggNNM2vaCP-B8CX7xi5wCc1lbguRbM57lEJ50c/s1600-h/CIMG2480.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311294163139819858" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFT-dIXVMsq_o8tSEiqe7L5XTHH5gD4Evp1RFSOFXm5WLhUUvQGx8cJZ-7JvtrYNV10WWYz_NQj4aFEW6BkuvCIjgd8YhXGJ_SqTo4ZggNNM2vaCP-B8CX7xi5wCc1lbguRbM57lEJ50c/s200/CIMG2480.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh4hMh7yJnfqiriMeS6bO-PNGYS2OJTVpAO7_P34PYSTFqRO15IKnXjkCrUFJtDOiJf288lCwBa5iCSKPlTfXcZdgZA13Iv-1SVThyfm8yFcW1g3Z4N9KBfRavUIewdvHpE71mrEMeA8/s1600-h/CIMG2511.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311305070382171538" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBh4hMh7yJnfqiriMeS6bO-PNGYS2OJTVpAO7_P34PYSTFqRO15IKnXjkCrUFJtDOiJf288lCwBa5iCSKPlTfXcZdgZA13Iv-1SVThyfm8yFcW1g3Z4N9KBfRavUIewdvHpE71mrEMeA8/s200/CIMG2511.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Pretty sure Matt looks like some sort of sniper here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhgO8UZ7ev5XLHuseNgui4CYs7CrbRRvdYgYRP5blVFRyv3ERcp3TCgjQ98HEVHjKpFJA6SfCgQJD0IJTXvunotrRrTPHdkmq3c2JjjfRq7sZWWsjRUsh0NxQ4qAe1o5qb4Jfwf7U9Ps/s1600-h/CIMG2478.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311294728841668210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhgO8UZ7ev5XLHuseNgui4CYs7CrbRRvdYgYRP5blVFRyv3ERcp3TCgjQ98HEVHjKpFJA6SfCgQJD0IJTXvunotrRrTPHdkmq3c2JjjfRq7sZWWsjRUsh0NxQ4qAe1o5qb4Jfwf7U9Ps/s200/CIMG2478.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_ZCvpckEZf-quWI0s7irvpzEg_w-oSEnJvbbLnKratb4Wavx_OtkMHAgGjeM_uG7GQVefhukEZAb4BbCQqOHsLvVkCKjAGj-NJ2Jla7Cqj0iReP0vdSzImrrjAE9ZJb38Oef7CmoUGw/s1600-h/CIMG2521.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296812583784930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP_ZCvpckEZf-quWI0s7irvpzEg_w-oSEnJvbbLnKratb4Wavx_OtkMHAgGjeM_uG7GQVefhukEZAb4BbCQqOHsLvVkCKjAGj-NJ2Jla7Cqj0iReP0vdSzImrrjAE9ZJb38Oef7CmoUGw/s200/CIMG2521.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Trevor thought he looked pretty bad ass in this one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHGPb__amIQszCHFeUo3zkL7e4e7jTxqdof6M0b_GT1u2JNf6RX3pCZ7G6RTzUuLx7LUTESh-GpksccgQRNDcXisOmnRCCvYFV2eepH6bEkskziIROA8jiSPxFFcEEGQ95EtOqfW_QUn0/s1600-h/CIMG2492.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQR9en6-h3Kj6CflYA5yuwmCkPW_crvgMeOWOTKWBJQFiCEDYXs9yltMoPN-S4MnWlCEXO9mB20vlMMsEKM4FnhKyWRP4rrJ00ANSSR_GDjIM6Duq2qE8a_gNs8JRcUfo0a4ITpUGW5VA/s1600-h/CIMG2516.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAQvTXow3X0Wd07b66Wg1z3MMaFoV0_znSXxd1QXllhBrCqbUQIydizyw7unGMIP1ZHWxijpHN1QOlKk5LT6M9tI4xReUv5Tpe23GcqkPq2Hyn4BJferHQFpMK8_cm5UqPgcZ3h5Ry5Q/s1600-h/CIMG2491.JPG"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIG1sBY-dUfodYXFboyEn_hkIF5qY34Vrud04ZdtG1_IU3DcuV7sBFrVwESIa_QgEsLZnJ8EdVJBETczfGGLUDkXD3TpWuQG8kIIqIvPYySu3BTSWfun253I1CJdXDoXUQ6GHQ53J_N8/s1600-h/CIMG2494.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311294171014856626" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIG1sBY-dUfodYXFboyEn_hkIF5qY34Vrud04ZdtG1_IU3DcuV7sBFrVwESIa_QgEsLZnJ8EdVJBETczfGGLUDkXD3TpWuQG8kIIqIvPYySu3BTSWfun253I1CJdXDoXUQ6GHQ53J_N8/s200/CIMG2494.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk6AA6Ol8lQRbVIdu634O1hCOALSJ3aV2dp4cI_sTOSapn3FGDxNR7fHLzW9OIvMLcO4DAsw3vBOIDhAlXXLTvP96cA5-fauLeoopEst696UelqDgp3V2GB6bpoWDwwA3kT7CySoUv9A/s1600-h/CIMG2488.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296806048250674" style="WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk6AA6Ol8lQRbVIdu634O1hCOALSJ3aV2dp4cI_sTOSapn3FGDxNR7fHLzW9OIvMLcO4DAsw3vBOIDhAlXXLTvP96cA5-fauLeoopEst696UelqDgp3V2GB6bpoWDwwA3kT7CySoUv9A/s200/CIMG2488.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Someone please tell my mom not to close her eyes when she shoots.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cHP7KOLfojmSNy5ZuecE_G-LNipnLqLmnbrZGsBYrkJm4X1zpUaj0Sa3H9p1mPPmZpDpDaxH-UnKNogXExYr7AvovSS10gglU-KAsYEJhaOs8i8btzHDqZIxnWWBTLKMOdjgqRzW7xo/s1600-h/CIMG2491.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311308086258309058" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2cHP7KOLfojmSNy5ZuecE_G-LNipnLqLmnbrZGsBYrkJm4X1zpUaj0Sa3H9p1mPPmZpDpDaxH-UnKNogXExYr7AvovSS10gglU-KAsYEJhaOs8i8btzHDqZIxnWWBTLKMOdjgqRzW7xo/s200/CIMG2491.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Old Dead Eye. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3lki3suIHo02ZQMYbwtF3SVrRU8HHzTZmN8BcXm5EBYElTKbSzMLgxtgQTqfHfqyQkWBb8egSlOAhD14hvpFM_jG8G0vBZZVLN0671Plj_UzhT5-dq5xhrTi9He8JRxeDn4ZNCPz7SQ/s1600-h/CIMG2503.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296788995656802" style="WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT3lki3suIHo02ZQMYbwtF3SVrRU8HHzTZmN8BcXm5EBYElTKbSzMLgxtgQTqfHfqyQkWBb8egSlOAhD14hvpFM_jG8G0vBZZVLN0671Plj_UzhT5-dq5xhrTi9He8JRxeDn4ZNCPz7SQ/s200/CIMG2503.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8s9XIvf8L5f7_ZV8gTeQqMKPoHdy3s5_D76y1k67w5ibD2gEOni3xNW5XV1NFrG3QHrCZ8UOk2WIqbE2HuXWcgbfj0YP_VvxfVL-vYO5sR1Q5MqJIMaz3fLfJ9aW1vL4vbag6L-obRWk/s1600-h/CIMG2523.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311296825639212146" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8s9XIvf8L5f7_ZV8gTeQqMKPoHdy3s5_D76y1k67w5ibD2gEOni3xNW5XV1NFrG3QHrCZ8UOk2WIqbE2HuXWcgbfj0YP_VvxfVL-vYO5sR1Q5MqJIMaz3fLfJ9aW1vL4vbag6L-obRWk/s200/CIMG2523.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>This is us trying to look tough. Abbey just looks like she smells something rotten.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311295909516821330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1fqyG-oUyfApbqPOG27k2VXPR_wni_uvnFavlze0WRP43zcr13ojexIjZo7_efrhRfHDzAy86uMPjYyDSB5BuSJxxzLaGQx3pog9w0mEiWX04HxbfoQx7d3HPv3qg4KBbZbcLXGen58/s320/CIMG2496.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311304842843798530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuY4FIw7hf9CFuvmodxqvod5u3toMwX5ABHw3h3B5kv9Sfsq3QsQmPJOdQYQf99KFLUtUZNV-_8I8A998Txu-ZI4qZUeOip_lPkZ_hJZ-X-xP7xY9Crmnb4Ozb2g7hIvK7ErxbOUDDsHQ/s320/CIMG2503.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center">I know you were expecting wedding pictures, but this is what you get. JaLae don't act like you don't love this about me... you knew what I was when you picked me up. Can't wait to see what the rest of this week of furlough has to offer. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-21359404147395272282009-02-23T10:20:00.001-08:002009-02-23T11:07:17.311-08:00I'm a dating machine...<span style="font-family:arial;">So work has pretty much been crazy lately and I feel like I don't even have time to breathe, let alone do anything fun. So this weekend was a great break. Three days, three dates. It was a pretty big deal. </span><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDLIKXg2tgxnaZh4P3-6UPnz1VZFHBLwYB1hZBdKprmKCouFY29DTQtaUbORdAsbTFQdmt5rAcr5edu6mySk6MyLVXiCZteuaJm6ab8uD9-usFNNkbz_-GhXDQgxAHWCxuuWioXGgXgQ/s1600-h/afls-much-ado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306065934857742706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDLIKXg2tgxnaZh4P3-6UPnz1VZFHBLwYB1hZBdKprmKCouFY29DTQtaUbORdAsbTFQdmt5rAcr5edu6mySk6MyLVXiCZteuaJm6ab8uD9-usFNNkbz_-GhXDQgxAHWCxuuWioXGgXgQ/s320/afls-much-ado.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Date #1</u>(Friday): <strong>Casey</strong>. Trent and I doubled this weekend with our gay dates... he went with Isaac and I went with Casey. We attended the Shakespear's play "Much Ado About Nothing" at the Morgan Theatre. Five actors from the London Stage performed mutiple roles. There were cheers, there were tears. I was touched. </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><br /><div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY27zpSseRaECnTZEMbUyAAHfVUBn-5QbMElGLZfW1UUWX0-criR_i3xpt6kvPJMUuRuMtZQtsuh-PT2-zxIH2Ft0IM714m1kzA6yXBlI01gkVtRt4sLTMEH777LJFMn9OOGOxPuFyQHg/s1600-h/0221092031a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306066056331147794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY27zpSseRaECnTZEMbUyAAHfVUBn-5QbMElGLZfW1UUWX0-criR_i3xpt6kvPJMUuRuMtZQtsuh-PT2-zxIH2Ft0IM714m1kzA6yXBlI01gkVtRt4sLTMEH777LJFMn9OOGOxPuFyQHg/s320/0221092031a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Date #2</u> (Saturday): <strong>My brother.</strong> So for Christmas my brother, Curt, bought me tickets to the Jazz game vs the Hornets. Little did we know this would be the game after Larry H Miller's death. So yes... we saw the tribute... in person. It started with a single white rose and a spotlight on Larry's chair. Then we all sang the national anthem because "Larry would have wanted it that way". There were signs that said "We knew him, we loved him, we'll miss him" and "The game won't be the same without you Larry". After the game Derron Williams gave Mrs. Miller the game ball, after all the won the game for him. There were cheers, there were tears. I was touched. This is a pic of my brother, myself and the annoying kid sitting next to us.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200711/r199531_762654.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://www.abc.net.au/reslib/200711/r199531_762654.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:arial;"><u>Date #3</u> (Sunday): <strong>Putty.</strong> Many of you know I loved to be entertained... and my favorite form of entertainment is concerts. I'll see anyone, any kind of music and I love it. So Jenn took me to to see the one, the only Celine Dion. Wow what a voice. I was amazed at how many hand movements, bows, winks and surprised facial expressions she shared with the audience, but seriously what a voice. You know I love wardrobe changes and dancers. She looked fabulous and wow...what a voice. Larry would have loved it. There were cheers, there were tears. I was touched.</span> </div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-64473520192621222932009-02-14T21:12:00.000-08:002009-02-14T23:35:15.864-08:00A Day of Love...<span style="font-family:arial;">In honor of the big day... the big day of love. It only makes sense. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ijgXq7FA4&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D-ijgXq7FA4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Every now and then I get a little bit lonely that you're never coming round. Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears. Every now and then I get nervous that the best of all the years have gone by. Every now and then I fall apart. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">...and then I remember how lucky I am. <br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Valentine Day: </span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:Arial;">A<em>bout 1 billion Valentine's Day cards are exchanged in US each year.</em> I received a valentines card in the mail this year... it was from my cat, Boo. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Women purchase 85% of all valentines.</em> I was surprised this morning with a massage appointment from my friend, Jenn Putnam. </span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">W</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>orldwide, over 50 million roses are given for Valentine's Day each year.</em> I received a rose from my valentine, Jason Sanders. It was in a Southern Comfort Liqour bottle. </span></li></ul><p><span style="font-family:arial;">So thank you all those people in my life who remind me how lucky I am. I need you more than ever... your love is like a shadow on me all of the time. </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-53942039420284939792009-01-22T07:42:00.001-08:002009-01-22T11:56:35.397-08:00Inversion Voice<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsek9FkPjCCJpLGjF4ia-iHResZRHiv9FChmm6rpalft6cy9q4Sjlmkz7zk8Vxt_7D2J3An9G7_jMPBqeDCIQJKwVoGWNTL5qqJZrX1rBCrvUYPVDk_v0DkljtKP-Xz9FKP9MnGIaOmIs/s1600-h/30396.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294155729301078882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsek9FkPjCCJpLGjF4ia-iHResZRHiv9FChmm6rpalft6cy9q4Sjlmkz7zk8Vxt_7D2J3An9G7_jMPBqeDCIQJKwVoGWNTL5qqJZrX1rBCrvUYPVDk_v0DkljtKP-Xz9FKP9MnGIaOmIs/s320/30396.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> I live here...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.hawaii-beachfronthome.com/HawaiiBeachfrontSunset.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.hawaii-beachfronthome.com/HawaiiBeachfrontSunset.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> I want to live here...<br /><br /></span><a href="http://daphne.palomar.edu/calenvironment/images/Smog2t.gif"></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">On the news last night I found out that worst air quality in the nation is: </span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">1. Provo, UT</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">2. Salt Lake City, UT</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">3. Logan, UT</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">4. Bakersfield, CA</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">5. Ogden, UT</span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Congratulations Utah. I'm happy to see that within a 2 hour radius of me I have 4 of the 5 worst air quality places in the nation... oh and my sister lives in the other one. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">So NO... I don't have a cold. No... you didn't just wake me up... I just have a nice raspy voice and can't breathe because of the inversion. </span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-36596544959414562472009-01-15T17:11:00.000-08:002009-01-15T18:12:49.822-08:00Sixties, Sunny & Sister<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I knew my recruiting trip to CA was going to be great this week when at the airport started talking to a lady with old grey sweats, swede boots, bright pink lipstick and a mink coat. </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><a href="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/3937/2008cts2kp4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/3937/2008cts2kp4.jpg" border="0" /></a>Then Abbey pulled up in our 2009 black Cadilac CTS... yeah, I drove a $60,000 car all week. I just felt rich, especially with my JLo sunglasses and nine west purse from Ross. From what I hear President Obama's new limo is by Cadilac... and if Caddy's are good enough for the president... they are good enough for me. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">The week consisted of high school visit after high school visit. I think I'm a bad recuriter because the thought of visiting another high school right now makes me want to crawl in bed and never get out. We had a pretty packed schedule every day with visits but we were able to sneak away one afternoon and head over to San Francisco. </span><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291701157280075362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVP0TdjX4RfNAn0RmKkBgkJMnJQ0gf3twiDGLk-XOQ0b0jOKZ-emZHBOpZ_9rarHAAhPSCSGHorKvsw4s5wxXWDTc6DERgUMundLBJZpCET4oWo5BdzRNcli5LR37fRz-wGPg-FszF5_E/s200/CIMG2390.JPG" border="0" /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291701138510716018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbrnI-nCyVNjisZ8JHpVYrX4HxwGkC2yq0UD_pGoKuWbYM2n1IxQa_MEKOKF4t8OL-6ooraRulKC8bTXL5_L5EVQOyIrw_4BjZPXn9u-Sp41RbJALipr5cl4yUO1U9ACPKsNobZyt3gM/s200/CIMG2380.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">The seals were hilarious. I could have watched them all day. How would it be to just lay in the sun all day, swim around when you get hot. dream come true. </span></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291701150907428722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYglY4oe3khwaL-7BoR9Ax0GgZBFI8H0fztYSgL8FyKpcBzGer4UWeKIAoxt1Vart5BsqEem80CYE-5l5wEI6-9ScxVid9M-ytBVUyW9HX6RlbVE8xqpozT7Nw4uW34YvWlT7hC5Zdcf8/s200/CIMG2386.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">The taffy... delicious. I will not disclose how much we spent on taffy, </span><span style="font-family:arial;">let's just say we're not </span><span style="font-family:arial;">proud of it. </span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291701153101018962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAINJOEVHIhXZem0EtEzcTqafVByf667vvFuEYqSF3VT9iUOdVaZxsPZXpIh3K_SIr6Ge9-mmigmoleYoPtvyBqmNuc-hcUR-Job-vPx2KbhS_E3SNXVAqLyqRQozcDwaACWXibxoImgE/s200/CIMG2396.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">I saw the famous bushman. terrible disguise. 4-5 twigs hiding him on a cement sidewalk with no other shrubs around. Yet, he gets people every time... and I laugh... every time.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291701157049457122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKc0f4Hur-76r41RZB1cOn1GzS8tbRSyBNKvkLhG0GAirJ06S_RE3bVvcO_h9pHIRgzjaElyO6DPkwodxmpY45JZJ9CSGqQxQvIbv2NGhoX2aiVUkYBnfjsw3M9MAnWOgfxSH38WuOYIs/s200/0113091914%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">We were also able to meet Erin and Jon for dinner at Toto's </span><span style="font-family:arial;">(shout out to the Gildea family for telling us about this deliciousness). </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">All in all, I wish I could keep the weather and sister and get rid of the traffic. </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-31029013225205790432009-01-02T15:11:00.000-08:002009-01-02T15:27:03.171-08:00New Years Resolutions<a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/24999.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/24999.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm all about New Year's Resolutions. It's a serious thing. I write them down, with reasons, explanations, goals and rewards. Unfortunately I usually write the majority of the same ones down every year... weird. My goals usually attempt a 180 degree turn in my life and it amazes me that I don't always accomplish them. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">So hopefully next year you won't even recognize me because I will be thinner, healthier, wiser, more spiritual and in-love with tall, dark and handsome. By then I should also have a brand new ward-robe from all of my efforts. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I think my friend Kim said it best with her goals from last year... lose weight, get a date, pro-create... in 08. Now I just have to figure out what rhyms with 09. hmmm.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-58877705281814446382008-12-30T08:16:00.000-08:002008-12-30T08:19:22.873-08:00Things that have changed my life...<span style="font-family:arial;">(in no paticular order)<br />1. Gospel<br />2. CHI<br />3. IPOD<br />4. DVR<br /><br />new addition...<br />5. my new Memory Foam on my bed.<br /><br />I could die happy.<br />Thank you Santa.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-17206741201286109392008-12-15T09:20:00.001-08:002008-12-15T09:20:02.968-08:00Merry Christmas<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A144315' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=uSnCW8XFoWHGm70R&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=uSnCW8XFoWHGm70R&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=uSnCW8XFoWHGm70R&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Send your own <a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'>ElfYourself</a> <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a></div></div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyOTM2MTQ2ODcxMSZwdD*xMjI5MzYxNjAwMjUzJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjY1Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz**NTg4M2Q4MTFlNzU*NTQyYTExZDIyMWUyYTc1ZjczZA==.gif" />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-54328394192509701542008-12-15T08:29:00.000-08:002008-12-15T08:31:46.161-08:00the sequel...I like this one even better...<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSrFX4sEDXY&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSrFX4sEDXY&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-46529656246244861682008-12-09T11:53:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:57:33.974-08:00Don't Apply to Utah StatePlease watch and send to everyone you know... k bye.<br /><br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfxNz59qhHU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jfxNz59qhHU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992519267559245233.post-11358294062271164792008-12-08T17:01:00.000-08:002008-12-08T17:36:51.925-08:00Welcome to the Spectrum... oh wait...<span style="font-family:arial;">So the Aggies played those Cougs at the Delta Center on Saturday. Won't play us at home? That's ok we'll go to Salt Lake. Ok, so we lost... it sucked. Cliffy and I sure had fun though.</span><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1WnCH9XOeCnK707uxQX73BpVYHPeVLaGu70IYqQiQ28mdAEyGXR6nyBjGgTIo09euB1tm3RwECkXcpffTEauuFlXPy4A1XWxlrPEMu6-y0BP3uk3vWOrlhMuqFPUpeaGlDKpE6AciGY/s1600-h/CIMG2337.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277595928288650018" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf1WnCH9XOeCnK707uxQX73BpVYHPeVLaGu70IYqQiQ28mdAEyGXR6nyBjGgTIo09euB1tm3RwECkXcpffTEauuFlXPy4A1XWxlrPEMu6-y0BP3uk3vWOrlhMuqFPUpeaGlDKpE6AciGY/s200/CIMG2337.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpaM0IxiP3hHg6Yq-H2MUotJV2bmhas2F56MJRy0hqWqhFjZEvqFhwNyjoEcq2cBAi15vCpAfRdPBl5chDANnOSXiixhVr8cGDchKRUjNyjAM4aVbz0X_-j8_TJwRsuhGCqvaf_TgCHk/s1600-h/CIMG2339.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277595921233191858" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfpaM0IxiP3hHg6Yq-H2MUotJV2bmhas2F56MJRy0hqWqhFjZEvqFhwNyjoEcq2cBAi15vCpAfRdPBl5chDANnOSXiixhVr8cGDchKRUjNyjAM4aVbz0X_-j8_TJwRsuhGCqvaf_TgCHk/s200/CIMG2339.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Now I have a lot to say about this game, the fans, just BYU in general... but I'm going to keep them to myself. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">However, I couldn't pass up this quote in the Deseret News: </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />"While both sides drew great fan support, we learned the Aggies can transfer their legendary spirit of the Spectrum home court. The Aggie student section killed the BYU side. They arrived earlier and were louder. It was like USU students came wired for an organized, orchestrated cage fight with a script. BYU's side sounded like they were at family home evening without a lesson plan leader."<br /><br />Priceless.</span><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiQnx-fk9hQ_HIN48TajvuXbOCYGQ1X72xS-Geu0xGYab9ajIZcUfhh1I3mnXq7liFoSwyBFMPPGr6w_IBcmVvCWpCFSrNdq9l3lZzepBL2xRWijQEJJb1M-VO-nnmDpMvZUIQ4PJOcA/s1600-h/CIMG2332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277592171363695602" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEiQnx-fk9hQ_HIN48TajvuXbOCYGQ1X72xS-Geu0xGYab9ajIZcUfhh1I3mnXq7liFoSwyBFMPPGr6w_IBcmVvCWpCFSrNdq9l3lZzepBL2xRWijQEJJb1M-VO-nnmDpMvZUIQ4PJOcA/s200/CIMG2332.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzABEo0ynjLhPB6tZUVeZzFFLMhdFtpww9pR0t2O13n9CBFTFiKwCNDhMCNbWt6NxQ7wNIDKGTkJQl9t7L93gU12NXx4COdan82NqEIvdBzE99XA6m3qpLZa7dN_G8vjiZz1oFFYkQvyU/s1600-h/CIMG2333.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277592158863909794" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzABEo0ynjLhPB6tZUVeZzFFLMhdFtpww9pR0t2O13n9CBFTFiKwCNDhMCNbWt6NxQ7wNIDKGTkJQl9t7L93gU12NXx4COdan82NqEIvdBzE99XA6m3qpLZa7dN_G8vjiZz1oFFYkQvyU/s200/CIMG2333.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">USU vs BYU student sections: hmmm. The Aggies also had the whole upper bowl. </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Go Aggies.</div><div></span></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4