tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38625845636740994432024-02-07T13:37:43.328-08:00Fill it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06326479060994227425noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-47020003392926030962012-05-18T20:27:00.000-07:002014-08-17T22:43:17.899-07:00BOOM - 2 years later!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A couple posts back, I posted this picture. It was taken at "my spot" on Temple Square following a date with a "friend from institute." He was a chilled out, tie dye wearing, Subaru wagon driving, Chaco sandal obsessed (without socks, thank goodness), man of a boy. The picture had been from our second date. It was simple. We got ice cream (compliments of the Baskin Robbins gift cards my mom frequently sends), and walked around Sugarhouse Park, talking. We didn't have long, but it had been nice. I was excited to know this guy. Just before taking the above photo, I'd written a journal entry about how I didn't want to get my hopes up, but this guy was exactly the kind of guy my mom would want me to date. Within a week, I left on a two week trip to the east coast. We had two very short text conversations, both of which I initiated. I didn't hear much from him until I invited him to go to Red Butte Gardens with the kiddo and I in early June. He agreed, and the communication picked back up. He later admitted to me that he didn't think I was very interested in him on our last date. I'd been too quiet, not very open, and that he had decided to "cut me loose." CUT ME LOOSE?!?!?! <br />
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Good thing I initiated our 3rd date since apparently he wasn't going to! I knew it was taking a chance to have the kiddo come along, but after spending some energy really thinking on it, I cautiously went ahead. Being the great guy that he is, he had made it clear that since he knew my time alone was limited, he'd be happy to do activities that included my son, as long as I was comfortable with it.</div>
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As did the rest of the summer...</div>
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By September, we were a couple (taking our time... by Mormon standards).<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-26340404381785176102011-07-24T22:23:00.000-07:002011-07-24T23:38:43.691-07:00Bits and Pieces of Summer<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ITe-njZk6RSi7R0KN-A1N7uE7fEr1WSERi-xxyaMdVQd3sdFYOtbQH4kg82-BbO8uO79PA51YpZjlyEm-I80E3VhWvaT01T1g6KWNZqh9TijuLeR4Q51nPqF970klDbM8Mh75gIxn0M/s400/Photo-0719-blue.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 372px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157880477511474" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This has been a great summer for the kiddo and I. We've done a lot of things, and we're both growing and progressing in unexpected ways. Here's just a BIT of the fun we've been having:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to Red Butte Gardens with our friend Benson and the boys managed to start a few water fights...... some of them still live on to this day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz93uue0OSiHFsja0DzUY1DaskvDjEUU2JB5BCzVW-qENH2fVFIdAb1EQhyphenhyphenC1XiUctLLzO3kUzEwKbCx2cR37yjoyWbgWMruTY4pxBnzK8jiR90FvHqr7s4KbqGC5SQgwUvCo1SyK1Cxw/s400/Photo-0714.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157884602818050" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Benson and I went to Energy Solutions Arena for the 2011 NBA Draft party. Part of me was hoping for the Jazz to get Jimmer, but it wasn't meant to be and Sacramento snatched him up. Not that you can see, but that's him on the screen right as he's chosen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8I8PRM0SQjw9XSlCPriVlgqn7DQsewGmCc_Sf2z-vWeGkCLedG7K77PFZa8GXrKiJQJ848AZyR0dcSV506o4dqaKVOReFMCjJu9voiRH5zq0VOGDBGthCEkoSqZ7TjKXRkXx3jSOz_Kk/s1600/Photo-0737.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8I8PRM0SQjw9XSlCPriVlgqn7DQsewGmCc_Sf2z-vWeGkCLedG7K77PFZa8GXrKiJQJ848AZyR0dcSV506o4dqaKVOReFMCjJu9voiRH5zq0VOGDBGthCEkoSqZ7TjKXRkXx3jSOz_Kk/s400/Photo-0737.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157605200262274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The moment it was announced that Alec Burks would be coming to Salt Lake.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqK0kwPwHuw7SOlWcm9MkMJJctvpLT9Fnyxu2e4XB6HdHfJd09b_3sFA7pAzjsbDd9PlJu98DJ8_H8EAVV7QOqodwfHWpb3OuUfg7_fwP8DrhdqYM4-ruv708OGPgYZYnTraRo4PH8xMk/s1600/Photo-0741.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqK0kwPwHuw7SOlWcm9MkMJJctvpLT9Fnyxu2e4XB6HdHfJd09b_3sFA7pAzjsbDd9PlJu98DJ8_H8EAVV7QOqodwfHWpb3OuUfg7_fwP8DrhdqYM4-ruv708OGPgYZYnTraRo4PH8xMk/s400/Photo-0741.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157607372064386" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We took a mini road trip down to Manti for the temple pageant, and as everyone knows, road trips require yummy snacks. This was the tower of colby pepper jack (yes they make such a delicious thing), on a Triscuit and topped with a blueberry.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6GElJWA-pZnzrFchIIqNFjVSWSKan5S9PGjSHQSIlu5jp5RXLz2U3ljT8AZKYEE0nq51ay5I9B1KbF053l8afeOw498CetgpzGEA9h7PcgO6nElXMDRl6SBi0ezfTzptoGYKPgJjJ9c/s1600/Photo-0746.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX6GElJWA-pZnzrFchIIqNFjVSWSKan5S9PGjSHQSIlu5jp5RXLz2U3ljT8AZKYEE0nq51ay5I9B1KbF053l8afeOw498CetgpzGEA9h7PcgO6nElXMDRl6SBi0ezfTzptoGYKPgJjJ9c/s400/Photo-0746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157604453450674" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucM-GeyQwXrFuMV9to1k4znz2i1Jf1tgdSh64fxv0Jap5iKBy6eL_JIxWF6RyWJ657hP605kYiY5WqogE2dkJiFrdfj-WFcXigTyDevH-A7IsTEULqHdHf9jwg2qJUyKspl14ILugKFw/s1600/Photo-0748.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgucM-GeyQwXrFuMV9to1k4znz2i1Jf1tgdSh64fxv0Jap5iKBy6eL_JIxWF6RyWJ657hP605kYiY5WqogE2dkJiFrdfj-WFcXigTyDevH-A7IsTEULqHdHf9jwg2qJUyKspl14ILugKFw/s400/Photo-0748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157604305451154" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Benson showing off my purple flip flops.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcn50R771veVCkb26lyWJEyr_TRdof8QfC_C8I5pfikfTAg1G0mS2n3SGYjlGfJP7lNe7rW1qHfVs6I-ucOJOolAQgYumzmhxLxn5FVRNCLlCdqnpjKK_nOXq1N3eHLqrAZHTXc0QfdRw/s1600/Photo-0750.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcn50R771veVCkb26lyWJEyr_TRdof8QfC_C8I5pfikfTAg1G0mS2n3SGYjlGfJP7lNe7rW1qHfVs6I-ucOJOolAQgYumzmhxLxn5FVRNCLlCdqnpjKK_nOXq1N3eHLqrAZHTXc0QfdRw/s400/Photo-0750.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157600466180786" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm slightly intimidated that he can work it better than I can, but I'll get over it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW9dA7GXFrv29_I0v8vHEhN-NqEDnQHijta6D4mmUvjPDfM6m3ML8lxKRqS6jHEOxa-GiyLEPwTkUNn99MCbM6gxcaiOVlD3FXrhtI4N9Q17P6zvueaRx9xk6_JN_8yk-C-EnZD3PXJA/s1600/Photo-0751.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisW9dA7GXFrv29_I0v8vHEhN-NqEDnQHijta6D4mmUvjPDfM6m3ML8lxKRqS6jHEOxa-GiyLEPwTkUNn99MCbM6gxcaiOVlD3FXrhtI4N9Q17P6zvueaRx9xk6_JN_8yk-C-EnZD3PXJA/s400/Photo-0751.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157230709308274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Fireworks at Sugarhouse Park on the 4th of July</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfYTTuELUWbZqvFhg7V5cFr8efaO1RvBzD73FZ3T3G28M8PVzktUwxsBuYnT0FcbFs0jd0OSHmlrKPCNYPKqq8RHeJ-MPaYMADv7tQKhstTSTl042KPIHusJu3EfDOZS8N2lEJXUKLOw/s1600/Photo-0757.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfYTTuELUWbZqvFhg7V5cFr8efaO1RvBzD73FZ3T3G28M8PVzktUwxsBuYnT0FcbFs0jd0OSHmlrKPCNYPKqq8RHeJ-MPaYMADv7tQKhstTSTl042KPIHusJu3EfDOZS8N2lEJXUKLOw/s400/Photo-0757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157230118735090" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Britt came to visit and gifted the kiddo with a Slip N Slide. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksTEDWX6Worqk1C4b_YACRDdNclhx39m10H5rUCoNDR5-oVzqRwmFeQuh1HCgUCybN1_Uo8Q4ot0qv9OAUX2chsCnPlcpqlZu4s4aXQBB77lryz5pRhMPOAw5w1-ttJ0m3j96FKuxzD0/s1600/Photo-0760.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhksTEDWX6Worqk1C4b_YACRDdNclhx39m10H5rUCoNDR5-oVzqRwmFeQuh1HCgUCybN1_Uo8Q4ot0qv9OAUX2chsCnPlcpqlZu4s4aXQBB77lryz5pRhMPOAw5w1-ttJ0m3j96FKuxzD0/s400/Photo-0760.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157224191093346" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We've since renamed it the Slip N Throw N Slide cuz once Britt helped with the momentum, the kiddo wanted it to continue.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNtsDzQYviFDOftzBnvoQz9q8QRWZ5IKJFNsndqY-EiEJ33MzZDrvPIP2H0TGyaPTT8F_PJMA2AgfwpDpcHU7UFQUcI_YU_49tydXg7DOTf4a-eDQC4av84hqP9ZrDvmZKBi7IYfqXZs/s1600/Photo-0761.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNtsDzQYviFDOftzBnvoQz9q8QRWZ5IKJFNsndqY-EiEJ33MzZDrvPIP2H0TGyaPTT8F_PJMA2AgfwpDpcHU7UFQUcI_YU_49tydXg7DOTf4a-eDQC4av84hqP9ZrDvmZKBi7IYfqXZs/s400/Photo-0761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157223267615794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cherries picked from Britt's friend Chris's backyard tree.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hnvolqkfSwt9l0Kw0nUT9CTqj9R9eqKzxAixmesZtUB2j1JSG1O6oIyRgv9f1ZTLLoL45uO9KlMQZivzR6z74lWAsDwRWcOROFL3uzE_OMD8QSSdcVfS5daidcVi26EWVSQNAXyu0qE/s1600/Photo-0765.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hnvolqkfSwt9l0Kw0nUT9CTqj9R9eqKzxAixmesZtUB2j1JSG1O6oIyRgv9f1ZTLLoL45uO9KlMQZivzR6z74lWAsDwRWcOROFL3uzE_OMD8QSSdcVfS5daidcVi26EWVSQNAXyu0qE/s400/Photo-0765.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633157221595564178" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thankfully we've had rain on and off all summer and the mountains are still holding onto the green! I love it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYyO62FzTOhBi06OZ9u0rsTflJQ0gpyfOiwZrdsKzkN73TUPuFf1bRJsRDFH1jEB59RkCFDTjFYjubGG8YnBX1mex_pftRu2HFQmQCVPVk_uHdM5xpH3cz8UMk2GRHDzXjObK0jpEB_E/s1600/Photo-0775.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYyO62FzTOhBi06OZ9u0rsTflJQ0gpyfOiwZrdsKzkN73TUPuFf1bRJsRDFH1jEB59RkCFDTjFYjubGG8YnBX1mex_pftRu2HFQmQCVPVk_uHdM5xpH3cz8UMk2GRHDzXjObK0jpEB_E/s400/Photo-0775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633156916738065666" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kiddo and I went to a movie in the park down in the valley, and prior to the feature they had a live reptile show. The kiddo said he wanted to go pet the Albino Burmese Python, so even though the thought made me squirm, we did it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f-pNuGcBAPThaLfvtfbqlrGy7Fl9YyWH_GUhc6p1QPKePn5KXbdJjKrMEHqMv5xrvSYySQr-5m_Wx-rxy-lZ8FQ-ohOdf-gJbfFIhGM_fCK8e2z9LY2i-DIDDK56G-n07qmA6ZS-DHU/s1600/Photo-0779.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2f-pNuGcBAPThaLfvtfbqlrGy7Fl9YyWH_GUhc6p1QPKePn5KXbdJjKrMEHqMv5xrvSYySQr-5m_Wx-rxy-lZ8FQ-ohOdf-gJbfFIhGM_fCK8e2z9LY2i-DIDDK56G-n07qmA6ZS-DHU/s400/Photo-0779.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633156910466594786" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was an attempt to make food more fun. I'm not sure I'm a fan of hot dogs in mac and cheese (un-American, I know), but it was fun to put together!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqeotd69yvP5XaDFI0_lP7R9NMnveEVTqvJaDgBWEdalH4m5cz5mfpeYW9A5-8oALS6MA5zuf0pQ3lUcCZHjQvDY48YE6MP1ubky7K8flYaHBLciRNGRDBIvD95Umqv8W0bDWEPYPKKyA/s1600/Photo-0780.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqeotd69yvP5XaDFI0_lP7R9NMnveEVTqvJaDgBWEdalH4m5cz5mfpeYW9A5-8oALS6MA5zuf0pQ3lUcCZHjQvDY48YE6MP1ubky7K8flYaHBLciRNGRDBIvD95Umqv8W0bDWEPYPKKyA/s400/Photo-0780.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633156906172826098" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gigi bought the kiddo a new suit, and he's been so excited to wear it every Sunday to church. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8eHyJ1Pz3ewxTDwR23RW1-Jrbg-CcFrhchodCqVryjt8LavoUSbFr7YalWE5XAIWdmDWZS3rf7XZ7GSozGw33sfjroMr4OIAzxEb_ndg6f3wzMbwyT_-BURoem3JH8Jtk1rI6r2FTbQ/s1600/Photo-0781.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge8eHyJ1Pz3ewxTDwR23RW1-Jrbg-CcFrhchodCqVryjt8LavoUSbFr7YalWE5XAIWdmDWZS3rf7XZ7GSozGw33sfjroMr4OIAzxEb_ndg6f3wzMbwyT_-BURoem3JH8Jtk1rI6r2FTbQ/s400/Photo-0781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633156907852870978" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm totally in love with the purple tie.... and the kiddo who wears it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvCsod0tl1fBLstIXu8IeF7DqqnV0RaS7P5s_Fq8XZOSZy-0Ppw7m7w9J1EFpI8ABnIkVLPf3AiCLcW3esRplTPy7o8g7hTp5XYK0U9XG011voJFUjSO7_6ETpjUp2xIr3Bo61CkwKRQ/s1600/Photo-0783.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvCsod0tl1fBLstIXu8IeF7DqqnV0RaS7P5s_Fq8XZOSZy-0Ppw7m7w9J1EFpI8ABnIkVLPf3AiCLcW3esRplTPy7o8g7hTp5XYK0U9XG011voJFUjSO7_6ETpjUp2xIr3Bo61CkwKRQ/s1600/Photo-0783.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvCsod0tl1fBLstIXu8IeF7DqqnV0RaS7P5s_Fq8XZOSZy-0Ppw7m7w9J1EFpI8ABnIkVLPf3AiCLcW3esRplTPy7o8g7hTp5XYK0U9XG011voJFUjSO7_6ETpjUp2xIr3Bo61CkwKRQ/s400/Photo-0783.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633156904773546642" /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-72508801764404185342011-05-04T21:54:00.000-07:002011-07-24T22:22:30.698-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjchdUgYNZhH7R8g3wN8rdKbTJ9EKNWuF9NKdpJX-FyaO4sx2q5jkqNf7le5JFlnOnB2fUmzsjoAgO0Qi7RytLPiBTzNC40MC717lulVNxZWpY9S5WasTaTSIG6oScuyLnCZ7Gb5oZuc/s400/Photo-0660.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149213581560674" /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I took a Music 1010 class which required me to attend 5 concerts throughout the semester. In true Honor fashion, I left 4 of them until the weekend before the final day of class and spent most of it on Temple Square which, thankfully, provides SO many musical opportunities. On Saturday morning I went to a Tabernacle Organ recial and got to meet Richard Elliott afterwards. Since none of you are likely to remember who he is.... he's <a href="http://www.jarofhappy.com/2010/02/music-that-moves-me.html">THIS GUY</a> (the last video of the post)!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP1_RhOutcEHIDKguFs2hxZNA9Pc6XxGYbciByzxhYcRA6xc8UiInKEjYb98t6a6-JIBJ5pmZ-YVRvKcom2UuTpwL0WHFjv3lU3BPAZ4Gf_l4PV14MbgI67xm99I2QuNx1RIeAjUP1dp8/s400/Photo-0663.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149221647510754" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">He invited me up to see the organ - closest I've ever been to this structure that I've seen on hymnbooks my whole life! You don't know how tempted I was to spin around and play it!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJvsjXA0VQn2FtWyqIzlOhlbt3QWBVl47q41lNY8eCxLJkRFg2TzRLlMxnSocl7sfnCDaZRgjuSW3djLh-gqmkNv2uhmsVSKcZiaB-FoMxOvMtwE2PHMeRKn7lluHslC3svLzVz_umJRc/s400/Photo-0662.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149217906249890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the view the Mormon Tabernacle Choir has from their seats!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_e8pwVjWNNFHtpjW6mwcHC3-5VOy38iyZjADuRaFuXuUrG7aZgiFIZ8e0dPNYrVbgwqq5QJ94vVe5YZRrGoLk3TGhuIx1LlcHtBzzKVbPLlVHPUxJi1YUIUVLe2A6YsIq691C7s3kJc/s400/Photo-0661.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149218602505698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What an incredible day!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today was the day of my last final. I went on a date with a friend from institute - getting ice cream to celebrate the occasion and then headed to Temple Square to relax, sit in my spot, write in my journal and breathe for a few. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPGGORvOqhZdBXSuShJk6B8XAbeFSCcqh8gLvmksD0ZV_HfoCRa-mBC2NN5d__fWWNhuvXCeqgBJMByO0j9dX09JjGD6tTY3zKzDHEex5TrH3C6iHhA-p0uflL9_HZKlRYZkaItrVIZQ/s400/Photo-0673.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149424898092674" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love the flowers there! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCbJRA2ierUZvAaKu6Ng7_oaJBiIRUsVw7zTDWO0wrsEj8OI72enZhhDV6Z9WuhYIRif8zjfjJ1NaKF9R7fm9OzugvZktWyGI_8C_zKsj5-Nl8rksfOiRW7FUm2OxoBMwNd44qP8hQuY/s400/Photo-0666.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149223833969890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Found the little purple pansies!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWr2G1EBDYhcJAwrYqeJ-xGCFZuYuZzZFaROcUKoGMhmErFzIKYvY87PUf7ge2L1veSF2cOjsVb8K4my68xK3qlepHoMlJkDDrmOjqwWeie4WnJgTIRCDjyr53-KKq0nJuTlVkH3Ft-I/s400/Photo-0682.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149433210118066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuoz7qD74oP1JCryNurF7Q9NKUYscd7jYm-jbWuO-OMkJnKzfZG-oSet4E4dlTcKPwK12w7VrMuVcpaNIIOGITqEN8BheWqq_MSSBAQmWGQvNRHqdlUNe3Hy4fbCLZuxWlu7PvfcwegG8/s400/Photo-0668.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149419546697330" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Wish I'd brought my real camera instead of just my phone, but I was rather impressed with how this one turned out regardless! Aren't the colors amazing?!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFgS2mkYCJoTPvT12tdmndXr8tiEDiIFQEr-3s2A5caILWfhTZIRVadmWCGGKmyauuLmFCaWQF3HcR6CacTRsIhv7DUvOPmy9sIf_KmD5j71J6iw61HBAVdNeSa8v7ohnDdn2Zm6IX0s/s400/Photo-0688.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633149432288471794" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahhh Springtime fills the jar rather nicely!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-65709169900179276612011-01-23T14:29:00.000-08:002011-01-23T17:16:47.202-08:00I Am a Child of God<div style="text-align: center;">Grant said he wanted to sing me a song before bed last night and I decided to record it on my phone. I'm so glad I did! This is the new age of baby tapes Mom!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RPJjE4zHHhA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jar Full</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-26057257195832638272011-01-22T21:37:00.000-08:002011-01-22T21:56:28.223-08:00I Love WYOTK.... still!<div>So I'm still fostering a semi-crush on an almost celebrity. And YES I'm still posting about it (<a href="http://honski.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-love-wyotk.html">see here for initial confession</a>). I just can't get enough of the Winn Brothers. I'm still waiting for my friend who wishes to remain nameless but has a connection to them to hook me up with Brett, who my sources tell me is single and now that I, myself am 100% completely and officially single. While I trust my source, I'm still not holding my breath. I AM still watching and laughing my arse off though! Here's a couple of my latest favorites:</div><div><br /></div><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNStNUizxhE?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TNStNUizxhE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><br /><br /><object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yERHEnNzy7o?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yERHEnNzy7o?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object><div><br /></div><div>D( = a full jar..... </div><div><br /></div><div>OOO WYOTK</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-2306236389348561922010-09-06T20:11:00.000-07:002010-11-15T00:47:32.823-08:00Happy Birthday Kiddo!!!<div style="text-align: center;">The night before the Kiddo's birthday, while he was spending the evening with his dad, I set about decorating our apartment. Nothing big, just having fun with crepe paper streamers and bows. Following each of my siblings and my births (home births) my mother would tie blue or pink bows on our front porch to announce to the world our arrival. Since I didn't get the chance following the Kiddo's birth, I took the opportunity to do so now even though my bow tying skills simply cannot compare to my mother's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQllb1TgNzuYetfpHryMf9HZ5IA2P8jKnTsaI1UjS1XcVeUPrO2ux64bhBtu4_scyawWREwt37miD4uwApMEkNs2SJ3VWUdv1uQubqPc7MJ3wmzqgyrFjoW0WWx2oKQFGb-oZKj3Om60/s1600/154_2545.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQllb1TgNzuYetfpHryMf9HZ5IA2P8jKnTsaI1UjS1XcVeUPrO2ux64bhBtu4_scyawWREwt37miD4uwApMEkNs2SJ3VWUdv1uQubqPc7MJ3wmzqgyrFjoW0WWx2oKQFGb-oZKj3Om60/s400/154_2545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626796304748002" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1z2W9uyIQ5JBBi2aZQh_Mw81dzlrFiy9LjSVmyKJNDIOUYlk5SvcVd5k5pvy9h5u7DTXttuKM0-aRrIlpY22yBZkAghoW8NmIji0aTul3oDTw9dtaw-3w1bdHasrkoetPssWkqksyOU/s1600/154_2546.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI1z2W9uyIQ5JBBi2aZQh_Mw81dzlrFiy9LjSVmyKJNDIOUYlk5SvcVd5k5pvy9h5u7DTXttuKM0-aRrIlpY22yBZkAghoW8NmIji0aTul3oDTw9dtaw-3w1bdHasrkoetPssWkqksyOU/s400/154_2546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626791228540258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Streamers in the doorway always seemed to be rather magical as a child and I hoped it would provide a bit of fun for the Kiddo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1f4lxxt5Jd00Cj-Ff90qHoooelfLIqSto9jHE4KHQqiM0nUNpHhoRzy-Ats3xvFhcQwL5OG4yWf4w3LBha5e6wm51hVyvunXR363tPh-C0_Mu5wfupjdnbm4c8C_dnuKxABUEqJPH55Q/s1600/154_2547.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1f4lxxt5Jd00Cj-Ff90qHoooelfLIqSto9jHE4KHQqiM0nUNpHhoRzy-Ats3xvFhcQwL5OG4yWf4w3LBha5e6wm51hVyvunXR363tPh-C0_Mu5wfupjdnbm4c8C_dnuKxABUEqJPH55Q/s400/154_2547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626785611932258" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I REALLY thought I blew up more balloons than that!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGvPK9LYUOc3EFbviTZyIw0ttzs2o4qvTVbRxYqydp33jhDLh2wpnzPMVBmRVTZcT4XEnHXAWg66OEk97JQWLc2m8VBkMejkEU2Y8yWJVRyxtW0vcQJ3S9APsrTgsnFnYU9RhqNVA9jA/s1600/154_2549.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNGvPK9LYUOc3EFbviTZyIw0ttzs2o4qvTVbRxYqydp33jhDLh2wpnzPMVBmRVTZcT4XEnHXAWg66OEk97JQWLc2m8VBkMejkEU2Y8yWJVRyxtW0vcQJ3S9APsrTgsnFnYU9RhqNVA9jA/s400/154_2549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626473269469794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And of course, I had a small cluster of gifts waiting for him,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVA8M45oOT-ceEdOtEszJ_77C-NIn4W8A89AM9Sj5UOCE3mpIrKdmWGW_QDTLOkuD-1rSqLYlWarJT_IIuJ_1n5APfbe-rmRbolwbC_UjsLC4hK4V-FaJbZvk64SZhb84F0Hbl0503hb4/s1600/154_2557.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVA8M45oOT-ceEdOtEszJ_77C-NIn4W8A89AM9Sj5UOCE3mpIrKdmWGW_QDTLOkuD-1rSqLYlWarJT_IIuJ_1n5APfbe-rmRbolwbC_UjsLC4hK4V-FaJbZvk64SZhb84F0Hbl0503hb4/s400/154_2557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626473482349394" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">with the BIG surprise being his new bike.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJOx0KuUvV3Q1dIxVIW20BTUJJBQgfYEesdmpWOstLyEShLkr2EffdbLcB6Xa1yIeszUL6gX_-8LulRn1ACdVN1YDUCPMy0rkhCE9aq2LlMB7cw6UnvClbOQqtHwshhOhOlhF9uAIZUY/s1600/154_2559.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-xTlKzTBkIn82zc7FwQCg9yBnxy067w0gEKrULITfZflmq4MQYJ5qQRBz8AgjLMlF44MOylgwOzpive2Eb95AgvcSaxD1A2c63egjYK94fr-wnTluqglpQVPFeQEeIuX7MWB5MkaYJmQ/s400/154_2568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626031891177970" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He thought the fish were kinda cool.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_HtHaxVD6B7QxeLCVfxtfGCqK7d4L2chRqwiIK0foYCjZRHm94niOKFxLEpnOl_6pxqRIf9dWJ2FEUxSMGXLHnRngKxNWNPblhyqJ-G_-RTm-izyOiJFgCa9xK803qq7EcN9zWx6eH8/s1600/154_2570.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_HtHaxVD6B7QxeLCVfxtfGCqK7d4L2chRqwiIK0foYCjZRHm94niOKFxLEpnOl_6pxqRIf9dWJ2FEUxSMGXLHnRngKxNWNPblhyqJ-G_-RTm-izyOiJFgCa9xK803qq7EcN9zWx6eH8/s400/154_2570.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626024630620274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although, they didn't captivate his attention for very long -</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAoLmTKXONyll5vhGtc2GqsiQJloRbQRjHkNm5WmTlB9J42yQOSOJBtPcnusUqB6TZGle7TeY2Qcp5nobFTpr5b74xi5Spuq8yvOQaStfR4SXM2GlVkQjAknUxfiaFRW76Be6pJ7rZso/s1600/154_2572.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzAoLmTKXONyll5vhGtc2GqsiQJloRbQRjHkNm5WmTlB9J42yQOSOJBtPcnusUqB6TZGle7TeY2Qcp5nobFTpr5b74xi5Spuq8yvOQaStfR4SXM2GlVkQjAknUxfiaFRW76Be6pJ7rZso/s400/154_2572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626016811731554" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-especially once he discovered the interactive displays!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYXxndlrG8upkndVfb5YTmoeIwYOu8DGzd4F5ES1N_WihIWDtP8a0Th4is1tKk45uHCKP6MZOBvN150YBKxCRHnBxMX7jCvz2VlVlGeuE6J4azBKbgma79KGjrchkJiPLAda-zQHeQeo/s1600/154_2573.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvYXxndlrG8upkndVfb5YTmoeIwYOu8DGzd4F5ES1N_WihIWDtP8a0Th4is1tKk45uHCKP6MZOBvN150YBKxCRHnBxMX7jCvz2VlVlGeuE6J4azBKbgma79KGjrchkJiPLAda-zQHeQeo/s400/154_2573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539626020479161874" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Amazon.... get it? Wah wah wahhhhhhhh. Yeah, lame, I know.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAqYHivOJxtN7jZYakl3uSLXuPkMvvcmWT_Smn74YVj_QynBluy5X4XiVnQ26hcW4odO6JrJlhwxFL3FSF9-VejHQMrTrm9U-gN7LYwihPhbEzD6UfB9lig1oKHLFSuoKfpgqshorntE/s1600/154_2576.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtAqYHivOJxtN7jZYakl3uSLXuPkMvvcmWT_Smn74YVj_QynBluy5X4XiVnQ26hcW4odO6JrJlhwxFL3FSF9-VejHQMrTrm9U-gN7LYwihPhbEzD6UfB9lig1oKHLFSuoKfpgqshorntE/s400/154_2576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625811888671986" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We made it over to the very popular penguin exhibit-</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dMvfNL0vzFrJ6i8KTaAJ9AtA3A48_td3pKTzkTavJM_y8P8vEUvHvDbfK6pfL8VQoYyRbG5LodpoVmmcZtGKNl9Mu1llLmfaYmZIE5tynO_Rh9JRvMS4kwMxF5sKrXp7p_GziaPbi1s/s1600/154_2578.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0dMvfNL0vzFrJ6i8KTaAJ9AtA3A48_td3pKTzkTavJM_y8P8vEUvHvDbfK6pfL8VQoYyRbG5LodpoVmmcZtGKNl9Mu1llLmfaYmZIE5tynO_Rh9JRvMS4kwMxF5sKrXp7p_GziaPbi1s/s400/154_2578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625812467213570" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-only to find that the buttons that produced frog sounds next to the penguin exhibit was MUCH more interesting</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtdsHz3HD2FvKNWxn0P70gzgiVkVQTRzEaQI2IZFSReoj9k1G52RPo1uiQxuHHmpM4vyW5ddhLSGqCc89Fu5Ads0Q05QoPsYpjXa6jOzjSCc1P6sGr1umBG4m4XxRLiiRD6izsD5rUIk/s1600/154_2580.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtdsHz3HD2FvKNWxn0P70gzgiVkVQTRzEaQI2IZFSReoj9k1G52RPo1uiQxuHHmpM4vyW5ddhLSGqCc89Fu5Ads0Q05QoPsYpjXa6jOzjSCc1P6sGr1umBG4m4XxRLiiRD6izsD5rUIk/s400/154_2580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625808297595234" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were only half way through the day but he was exhausted!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5mjVurLfgmqk0DcE1iVDSa_gzaMxq7bi20-wGS0r1SH1yiOAfUODUzqGZYh9_OOrL5hF28d4YvxuuSW_sUIM5fsMEDhmYmVDwh8GJfC2ItAr_f6G3oOzyXhhyphenhypheni3ezMR98qRYCUHKEVQ/s1600/154_2586.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5mjVurLfgmqk0DcE1iVDSa_gzaMxq7bi20-wGS0r1SH1yiOAfUODUzqGZYh9_OOrL5hF28d4YvxuuSW_sUIM5fsMEDhmYmVDwh8GJfC2ItAr_f6G3oOzyXhhyphenhypheni3ezMR98qRYCUHKEVQ/s400/154_2586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625544061585794" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I tried my best to carry him into the house and put him to bed, but when he saw the presents and decorations, nap time was OVER!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTNSvY6THnT3HTz8N6lVvVIEQIfzfRAv10gtuEGnT39mkJwcWRB1KNkl4p7C4qraYbjRGg_qsas5pHO24ShISQruQPgVlhQy1_MokiUZbLhsqcl3HmQBcslQohGdD-BhETlcCkDfEfwE/s1600/154_2587.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSTNSvY6THnT3HTz8N6lVvVIEQIfzfRAv10gtuEGnT39mkJwcWRB1KNkl4p7C4qraYbjRGg_qsas5pHO24ShISQruQPgVlhQy1_MokiUZbLhsqcl3HmQBcslQohGdD-BhETlcCkDfEfwE/s400/154_2587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625542767242226" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had stashed the bike in my room in hopes that I could set up a photo op when he came out of his room, but when I tried to get him to stay in it while I brought the bike out, he thought I was punishing him and started bawling and saying, "I'm sorry Mama!" Heartbreaking! THAT one didn't go as planned! If you can see the little bit of red in his eyes, that's why.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSftRSVvVVkPdjgMYlbEpK6ky2EDn4WP6y3TQw7xIm9NuFpcJFo3AUcgF8kxhQl7v6LXWnonmRwgUX744ESpwufTEDgVgzd1cDb0TeeqL7r4EdnXbyGgJERgwOBAC-EkCy9Dy9mmlRuw/s1600/154_2588.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnSftRSVvVVkPdjgMYlbEpK6ky2EDn4WP6y3TQw7xIm9NuFpcJFo3AUcgF8kxhQl7v6LXWnonmRwgUX744ESpwufTEDgVgzd1cDb0TeeqL7r4EdnXbyGgJERgwOBAC-EkCy9Dy9mmlRuw/s400/154_2588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625538521851410" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The trauma was soon forgotten as he took his bike for it's maiden voyage around our parking lot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpeqQ-wo6dBfQ3XcAs209ueTkCV0KF8tPOvVSNvos6V_REz1pn45WwmIbXk8i-O0fNAIrPVn3Oat-s5i3YWMNRXhJBGq59vmF_kxzsZQwL-N_ce3FR3Y-mE-DX-_jo8ZC4atccbIwBt0/s1600/154_2592.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibpeqQ-wo6dBfQ3XcAs209ueTkCV0KF8tPOvVSNvos6V_REz1pn45WwmIbXk8i-O0fNAIrPVn3Oat-s5i3YWMNRXhJBGq59vmF_kxzsZQwL-N_ce3FR3Y-mE-DX-_jo8ZC4atccbIwBt0/s400/154_2592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625532294086690" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4pOvH6VTSmySlj0aVglziZdMQDH2XpOazjwdpbL7wivwc6ccvZbwo0hRWlMsCetWwikwg7ZHN1Rg7ok4n7uPfQIc31WQDPzuoA7MnhTnslwZbXRTQ9XDu27ZQx2c7S-UHV1xo8K8g5A/s1600/154_2595.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt4pOvH6VTSmySlj0aVglziZdMQDH2XpOazjwdpbL7wivwc6ccvZbwo0hRWlMsCetWwikwg7ZHN1Rg7ok4n7uPfQIc31WQDPzuoA7MnhTnslwZbXRTQ9XDu27ZQx2c7S-UHV1xo8K8g5A/s400/154_2595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625527693789202" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4CWXY1FB93gDML2cSkl3Ue6syjSHGAdDIBWJgOYS3mYaUOPgZNpCFAeZVTiI-YP2DQFbyC5evPhyphenhyphenkY0cfVZm5TKHpk2TgIm8a4ePayi_-1EQdiZsuZxXxNBIRut4MXCnJD7upbwtFEM/s1600/154_2598.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4CWXY1FB93gDML2cSkl3Ue6syjSHGAdDIBWJgOYS3mYaUOPgZNpCFAeZVTiI-YP2DQFbyC5evPhyphenhyphenkY0cfVZm5TKHpk2TgIm8a4ePayi_-1EQdiZsuZxXxNBIRut4MXCnJD7upbwtFEM/s400/154_2598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625256972667426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After getting his fill, we came inside and made his birthday cupcakes. Kiddo took the opportunity to man the camera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOxpqhVk7nUfUDR_oT_q7FrEuEEt9RBzzZec6Icr2gE_uKlirI9FS8Gavp5n5ptsP1YVzl9fRwikU-beTRWnVKgah42Wlfqlq_z0rgvqs4oN5cg8INjvr5w_WK7V9VAZTaP6TEF3G4Tg/s1600/154_2610.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhOxpqhVk7nUfUDR_oT_q7FrEuEEt9RBzzZec6Icr2gE_uKlirI9FS8Gavp5n5ptsP1YVzl9fRwikU-beTRWnVKgah42Wlfqlq_z0rgvqs4oN5cg8INjvr5w_WK7V9VAZTaP6TEF3G4Tg/s400/154_2610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625254254713154" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He did a VERY good job of carefully helping!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrIif4_ueKDuYoIywIwTSKASXQ9yP6mn0EnR-4bWDqJ-QtMuFoqBOdCi9CwKPjJtChr0xMR6NaVCeAGSyhRcaTzl-NmykNKjlT_NV7Gn9FProFJ1bJWC6wDXti5IfsWWmNllh0i0__WM/s1600/154_2614.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height:300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVrIif4_ueKDuYoIywIwTSKASXQ9yP6mn0EnR-4bWDqJ-QtMuFoqBOdCi9CwKPjJtChr0xMR6NaVCeAGSyhRcaTzl-NmykNKjlT_NV7Gn9FProFJ1bJWC6wDXti5IfsWWmNllh0i0__WM/s400/154_2614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625251531469394" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">We learned a few things this year:</div><div style="text-align: center; ">1.) Kiddo couldn't care less about fish and penguins when there are buttons to be pushed.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtO-vqICxtM7rZjW3fERzo593XLCBKKyfXry9kDbj-g0UY8bGa2TkvE5pVTW8UsVyzQ3dN7xOHksk4J_7-UXF3rdcRVz77mSpRKg8VF4KKn2um_EFB95pxQMkC6brzLl9RT3JyPsSyEM/s1600/154_2623.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLtO-vqICxtM7rZjW3fERzo593XLCBKKyfXry9kDbj-g0UY8bGa2TkvE5pVTW8UsVyzQ3dN7xOHksk4J_7-UXF3rdcRVz77mSpRKg8VF4KKn2um_EFB95pxQMkC6brzLl9RT3JyPsSyEM/s400/154_2623.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625230605467682" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2.) Mama should just go with the flow instead of trying to set up photo ops.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZFFZSp9HGAVotcO_J_u-PoDHXMt_5unOtPNkwUT5ag2YoknI8X_3hQRN0qHuz8j30G9zC5pU3lo78yE-XHhkiX2sCqCVGv7uKIoOo9Idzw3vsiZvrFSrnv3XUF7Z1lo51_eYLVDeqJU/s400/154_2620.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539625241155849074" /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ggkGVH3-OCBliPZVJNAInd_eOKa3ZyItJTVXrpN2a2ETEuCGSU7uWcvb5A0mE7TixRTA5-4lOd1ppYZDCSx_podOIdt4gtR9YglAS6kFfz6NnSncp4KmHKXyzCQTJ-2W6I5F7I27KNM/s1600/154_2627.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9ggkGVH3-OCBliPZVJNAInd_eOKa3ZyItJTVXrpN2a2ETEuCGSU7uWcvb5A0mE7TixRTA5-4lOd1ppYZDCSx_podOIdt4gtR9YglAS6kFfz6NnSncp4KmHKXyzCQTJ-2W6I5F7I27KNM/s400/154_2627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539624834138580146" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3.) It's really hard to blow out a candle when you're laughing really hard.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiobh1TnjAxwKEvD23puW55Z6dGg9MDCc0hyphenhyphenjJ9fnSsyWOMj99dzrDyM-1R_zOAPdEOADpZ3rnKLA9HR8lYBPmlZpdkVnN66iZ7wj2UYLQOO0EkLDZ4Itf2LvVUji4i-ka8OMWZxipEL4/s1600/154_2635.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiobh1TnjAxwKEvD23puW55Z6dGg9MDCc0hyphenhyphenjJ9fnSsyWOMj99dzrDyM-1R_zOAPdEOADpZ3rnKLA9HR8lYBPmlZpdkVnN66iZ7wj2UYLQOO0EkLDZ4Itf2LvVUji4i-ka8OMWZxipEL4/s400/154_2635.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539624823391674306" /></a> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-y9pgR3oE4nx19OzUfsGEHRWmj3peJ6-o5ku7_6bUblpxfHqdOx-rT386ZwlbqM5s_sHYW55CLeSD4PAAou784rEmeH-QgvJPixy-SBHvhrQXR5DRAB7vGmUOst36ualMWyJdySNS_tw/s400/154_2636.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539624819886242562" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">4.) The great thing about a 2-person birthday party is that you can keep relighting the candle as many times as you want (providing the candle still has wax left)!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCorueXtnqRjZmb8M0A5pd0GtLwr8f3ZtrJVz6cHiDsS3eLAoAyMobhe8C9yc4P2kbX6wyy1jSYdvLg0R3PS-8uNzPxhS7TMIhdrv5Y_A63S32MxVE3Q_jtaBlz803SHOCdtK1H8kkKPg/s1600/154_2641.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCorueXtnqRjZmb8M0A5pd0GtLwr8f3ZtrJVz6cHiDsS3eLAoAyMobhe8C9yc4P2kbX6wyy1jSYdvLg0R3PS-8uNzPxhS7TMIhdrv5Y_A63S32MxVE3Q_jtaBlz803SHOCdtK1H8kkKPg/s400/154_2641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539624814754089170" /></a> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio5seLZDr-DGsIiez51MEb3KYtdsc8BnuzqJM2vcqee4XdB2m1WD8r1Y6f4AX_qLx9Oio2H7-uR09IgIsD-zuy5Ce26Bbr1uWE4YxLOCyJgfssQDIF7Nn_OvxCExLkgwzGj9vMiXQ1JoY/s400/154_2631.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539624827851618946" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It's so hard to believe that it was 4 years ago today that this little man entered my life. He's the sweetest, most loving little soul and I'm so blessed to be given the opportunity to mother him. I've never been worried about the years slipping by. I've known since day one that I was raising an adult rather than a child, but I will forever cherish the moments I spend with him while he's my darling little boy. Oh how I love this little one! He fills me with more happiness than I can contain.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mom Jar = Overflowing</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love you Kiddo!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-77892778500696122142010-08-25T19:19:00.000-07:002010-12-02T15:42:11.661-08:00August Brought Major Changes<div style="text-align: center;">I don't know what prompted me to, but in early August, I found myself filling out an online application to go back to school. Within a week, after prayer and a lengthy conversation with my mother, I had put in my two week notice at my job. My last day was exciting, but sad as I said goodbye to my darling friend/coworker Lindsey. Just one of the amazing people who I feel are in my life by no accident.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6Fq_j46ltfskuoFrT3EnmDgjVpfipWS60HduHqyv3DGxoELMJvp_ZjLhbAqdz1FHEhIDXqY61-qGFNa05yoc2hPa3D6mCRKCwuZsQRG9Pz2BLIZ143gbgiSCeBnn5xR5zgEmq1FSH4M/s1600/Photo-0428.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_6Fq_j46ltfskuoFrT3EnmDgjVpfipWS60HduHqyv3DGxoELMJvp_ZjLhbAqdz1FHEhIDXqY61-qGFNa05yoc2hPa3D6mCRKCwuZsQRG9Pz2BLIZ143gbgiSCeBnn5xR5zgEmq1FSH4M/s400/Photo-0428.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612798664798642" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4vtGWDw-pLz3rk143cCTueKji4R7sOXmBZ_i-8N09jUIsGFSd_Bj_SUaIDtjx-WdnT_3JM0j8SS5Y1p_bcdzpUPGFXVwtkvqjMD8TZx0qEr6dGPrRUve6gKy9LEcsBYL9CREGkHyuLA/s1600/Photo-0430.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw4vtGWDw-pLz3rk143cCTueKji4R7sOXmBZ_i-8N09jUIsGFSd_Bj_SUaIDtjx-WdnT_3JM0j8SS5Y1p_bcdzpUPGFXVwtkvqjMD8TZx0qEr6dGPrRUve6gKy9LEcsBYL9CREGkHyuLA/s400/Photo-0430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612800579235762" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just days after my last day of work, the Kiddo and I headed to California to see my family. For the first time in his life, we took the Airport Bus from SFO up to Sonoma County. He was GLUED to the window for about an hour, watching Golden Gate park and the Bridge fly by before falling asleep in my lap.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49Lxas5oI8P58KgtyqykME0OeUuAY0YLf3ySoJCtLWZnOY8Fp1P1oLhy8pOVSHjQHfHkCUiLPBD6jPSS5_CLuhK2jr8QkPon5qk-UHAx6FOXscNoQiyHhXUcvaMHIASlEZOSpltDfSUY/s1600/Photo-0444.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi49Lxas5oI8P58KgtyqykME0OeUuAY0YLf3ySoJCtLWZnOY8Fp1P1oLhy8pOVSHjQHfHkCUiLPBD6jPSS5_CLuhK2jr8QkPon5qk-UHAx6FOXscNoQiyHhXUcvaMHIASlEZOSpltDfSUY/s400/Photo-0444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612790047614418" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-m5Q3oB6W3K6br54VSgfQuQDrqhpJaJg7anfrNEemXOmfzqCB1iT4TvqEYurtsegc-qSI88-rmBBMoJA7dw0liEWkQ1spQaZZbDHTtyYjHvi8Ln3rdTJ-rMY5ujJRK2GJUrwmoH8_f8/s1600/Photo-0445.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-m5Q3oB6W3K6br54VSgfQuQDrqhpJaJg7anfrNEemXOmfzqCB1iT4TvqEYurtsegc-qSI88-rmBBMoJA7dw0liEWkQ1spQaZZbDHTtyYjHvi8Ln3rdTJ-rMY5ujJRK2GJUrwmoH8_f8/s400/Photo-0445.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612783773096306" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The reason for our trip? My baby sister's baby! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0CWugIMBR21YDRvhsiRv7faAq0z_CKXHtNDJKW6NnL83EuR5YJWOKoyMT9OUKAGxo6PXxSgjT4szxJXT9MjXWjTCllkrk_REAPgMj0Oe1SU7pTuR-ZMQfkU_wZpPuHv3tuDCmqgLulg/s1600/Photo-0466.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0CWugIMBR21YDRvhsiRv7faAq0z_CKXHtNDJKW6NnL83EuR5YJWOKoyMT9OUKAGxo6PXxSgjT4szxJXT9MjXWjTCllkrk_REAPgMj0Oe1SU7pTuR-ZMQfkU_wZpPuHv3tuDCmqgLulg/s400/Photo-0466.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612625460525874" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Little Addison arrived August 14th and is just as precious as could be!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxxH2A2zVakTEB-h3l_tH40YTJek4yaS4140-uHukIYtGtKXRxprcbXhg-PkGp2xGS7lMol5I7Jru_m1cZE3b37foPeQj5vKG-pxDwar13DaUEHq1YBSKlt20foaF4KHI2zWkWiiXM5k/s1600/Photo-0472.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxxH2A2zVakTEB-h3l_tH40YTJek4yaS4140-uHukIYtGtKXRxprcbXhg-PkGp2xGS7lMol5I7Jru_m1cZE3b37foPeQj5vKG-pxDwar13DaUEHq1YBSKlt20foaF4KHI2zWkWiiXM5k/s400/Photo-0472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612617862851778" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Along with other fun, the Kiddo went with Pop Pop, Uncle Clay and his cousin Cash to the Sonoma County Air Show. He came home with a toy airplane that you'll rarely find him without.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQxxH2A2zVakTEB-h3l_tH40YTJek4yaS4140-uHukIYtGtKXRxprcbXhg-PkGp2xGS7lMol5I7Jru_m1cZE3b37foPeQj5vKG-pxDwar13DaUEHq1YBSKlt20foaF4KHI2zWkWiiXM5k/s1600/Photo-0472.jpg"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoe75hSSLGkon7yv1tKLL4fn9EeTm6spWUikUvSpGYpdroUiLmVqqNdVrRLmPnkbNpTR8mZlwwqqqpECDir7V3O3Md4tC9Y-z4s1AvcSd9TYMOuL2-BKYxY_239OMLOAyX3zI3AP9DUC0/s400/Air+Show+Grant.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539620341323823554" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was able to have a wonderful reunion with my friend Emily. We met on the school bus in Junior High and spent many class periods, days, hand written notes and Friday night sleepovers as teenagers being a little more than crazy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">It's been 15 years, but nothing has changed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHRQkTIwMXH_mf3zUSTP2-jgpOcnqC8wtHLBIL0rwnXOE7q6xxHmrKOSb18V44_rKufG26z-ErdYHAZa4yrN491N-ilv_m7jrnd-QoFIh0QzX_DzhZrFXiwlToMtSbKKhlu9NdyzwLpg/s1600/Photo-0477+Edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHRQkTIwMXH_mf3zUSTP2-jgpOcnqC8wtHLBIL0rwnXOE7q6xxHmrKOSb18V44_rKufG26z-ErdYHAZa4yrN491N-ilv_m7jrnd-QoFIh0QzX_DzhZrFXiwlToMtSbKKhlu9NdyzwLpg/s400/Photo-0477+Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612605868595826" /></a> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg97BILIasJV3kmssyHHQtrJUqg1u2zi0VwFiaOzMMvYoVkJpq1wRouQEoza_uzUF0FMl-wo_J5qjFcxYp_NlEV1QKyqUEqjCF0QoNaDrdJ6wXjF0qolCCf07De0_39ShunsqV6L4ukHQ/s400/Photo-0478.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612608373517474" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Through a series of random events, we found ourselves hopping on Bart and heading to a Giant's game. Em is a much bigger fan than I, but it was SO much fun! Did you know that the seagulls come out EVERY game in the 7th inning? Neither did I, but it's true. What a wonderful trip!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HRIdLVYIxdPdsdnFazYJgMogI90-f90qmrVKQ8lTDOE_sSJLy8_nXYWr_plFT4QQ2NvcEZGiQlMJ67amHuzq9ccvFDX_i0AA6WqhGQ1TUJHKsgdfVz_asZsdrga_Sj33b5Rr8wRrIEY/s1600/Photo-0480+Edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5HRIdLVYIxdPdsdnFazYJgMogI90-f90qmrVKQ8lTDOE_sSJLy8_nXYWr_plFT4QQ2NvcEZGiQlMJ67amHuzq9ccvFDX_i0AA6WqhGQ1TUJHKsgdfVz_asZsdrga_Sj33b5Rr8wRrIEY/s400/Photo-0480+Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539612601622862082" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed home and jumped into a completely different life back in Utah. Well, not much has changed for the Kiddo I suppose, but it sure has for me! I'm going to school for half the day, working part time at a massage school (perks? OH YEAH!), playing volleyball twice a week, an institute class once a week, homework nightly, as well as something that resembles a social life occasionally.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Honor's Jar = Busy, but Full!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-48691310248133066312010-07-10T18:38:00.000-07:002010-11-15T00:54:51.124-08:00Wheeler Farm with Corbin and Christina<div style="text-align: center;">The kiddo and I joined my childhood friend Christina and her son at Wheeler Farm today. I recently reconnected with Christina after 10 years (hard to believe) and it was the first time we had met each other's kiddos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We fed the ducks,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_nou1NG-RMVrQ0oMy30r4x-qqnuRAV7WFlPkT2i7336KkfJ_LypH1M1d2AlYHhpKSaVADZ_QhVyMf26uWJUKJhStAtg4i-NcSzfDWrJjAG_bxwo2iSRHP2zeXrBWRa78ZNZH2bOcdjQ/s1600/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_nou1NG-RMVrQ0oMy30r4x-qqnuRAV7WFlPkT2i7336KkfJ_LypH1M1d2AlYHhpKSaVADZ_QhVyMf26uWJUKJhStAtg4i-NcSzfDWrJjAG_bxwo2iSRHP2zeXrBWRa78ZNZH2bOcdjQ/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601103365510274" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">saw/smelled the animals,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6_nou1NG-RMVrQ0oMy30r4x-qqnuRAV7WFlPkT2i7336KkfJ_LypH1M1d2AlYHhpKSaVADZ_QhVyMf26uWJUKJhStAtg4i-NcSzfDWrJjAG_bxwo2iSRHP2zeXrBWRa78ZNZH2bOcdjQ/s1600/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+3.jpg"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQFO6Vcwim5Z9CD-yvnujQ2aw21OnVreNh1SbEhxTg1M8kq-y9tGcR_BYphgSZ06pghn-LAfCJzuDz7B0_xmUjdDWnvP3ots9IK-kxxLav-nM6TV8ABJRmjv6JYjxo_STy6Klht73iTa0/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+13.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601115640563282" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">had some made out of balloons,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4oq2g1JySWd1AJGRl4vJK2TljcSovdV_PaCrutLwx2JPDkDIkAyvjr2bxLCl2rwYrhITzPnYhMMRiEgDphQr-eMdztiNN5-XMFHkW98g8s0tNm96vymz3crKgnQlltYgcXANjvAJe_g/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+15.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601492667024818" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and even rode on a couple.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEOxnlWYEPFJgliwFL3N2qBh8lnIIw-XknswzK4i708Q27L0U6Q_lOjSTIWnvZN5CH5arUE8hDhmiffG5W08LeW_9q-ZdXKhMSIOCIKvx-MrhzYSt5A_BXFUY474Cu31rS_PfLVr-WwNw/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+11.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601112386318162" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUfbG5ei6zkozrggJBrQ6h_rE3POT0jMk_1z70B-YlFb-dgJIhLM2xR8Gg8cDqwHdBW9no50CwNxFJt0sqCtaBr2uMvSLkvAl9ohs06YLFBz0fa_6AAGHS9XndwvMwfkn9Ogo8Z9srcZ8/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+9.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601106166785266" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It took a little while for the Kiddo to warm up to the idea of getting on the horse, but he ended up loving it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcCw68zccOSWLYdJKjsrks_15O8xU_k_wzWtqaAWKVbgRwsGeMWaTYAy7T1jNjvNjulnWIupjkUpNB_V_qAVi8WbgZExXD_Czr5CIzGCOaUf3WlmN_jJKxutQ9N1bIvrSXjMVixyvHvs/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+8.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601101974548770" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was surreal to think about the two of us now as single mom's when the last time we were around each other we were 17 and serving in our Laurel Class Presidency together,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxmZWrphI6B431Qg0fPhkXHfUeuvB_X2x70gO8uhEnH1BSp_EiDSSo70TcfltKFHnAuufk807cl6i0ZYZyp2UfYigAS0sGcN_a96QX9MObnkGjzPKB3wYMUYivzGoBxpAp1a5T6qR0HI/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+16.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601499760791410" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtf7-Sn3zZrBvSgWA1m2KNupPdRln2fLZNhIibF8ASFbqbE59cFZxIDPpbwLh4YSlCHMiygjgYM_kcDL6U3zUwSu5yIl83CK81Hv9-itnMsvYlJ-nOusVxW0PwFAlGw8oilZYQ3ymmv0/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+18.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601502693369570" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But it was a lot of fun to watch our sons together, knowing that we never imagined this day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiUopnI9_qC3QERL3OeCQbRSVl29t2x2958huIIDqg2Qzpw1aZkExMagUNKyPMge_bOa3BQIv1UXZX7ZCeLInz0muw-cKeeVx5I4nZfshZM_OjBWLLAHL-PUtLhUN6jB6-Nj-fvslBXM/s400/2010-7-10+Wheeler+Farm+20.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539601511524265858" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jars filled!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-32899654056462611262010-05-31T23:01:00.002-07:002010-05-31T23:11:54.335-07:00Boys will be boys...<div style="text-align: center;">The kiddo had his first trip to the doctors office for an injury today. He jumped/fell off a chair while with his dad this weekend and hurt his ankle. He wasn't really phased by it, and kept trying to walk on it, but would then realize that it hurt when he put pressure on it. It didn't stop him from trying to limp around though. While I'm not the type to rush to the doctor's office unless it's really an obvious emergency, after talking it through with his dad, we decided that it'd be best to take him into an children's care clinic and get it checked out just to be safe. They took some x-rays and wrapped it up for the time being, but couldn't find anything major (we'll hear back tomorrow with the x-ray results).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The humor to be found here is in the shirt he was wearing:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JBRFwwnMgvHyy6Z4pDE4fgjZM86JRH6icVBK6Y2vmfY9e3Lu3BhRCMTOdA4-Kt9J82KBUkQWHKOCGY339rih7JXYZqIc0wY5TS_951acSFmh7D42uyft3TLREJV_kSZaV2HG-hSnzC8/s400/2010-6-31+Grant%27s+Hurt+Foot+1.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477683045535485090" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT0Btt9R77MuH1eppadKPJfgcz-AZ5eAn8QfWgRCIL-YE3JY7e8R5SjguJ9kQpzwWLaHpiAJv3z_EGnEKztszVZ9f4TCj-SwOVMcYrKqEouwoNxgfNSl2LRI4BRY1k1TzQmdf9GB3Sqzw/s400/2010-6-31+Grant%27s+Hurt+Foot+2.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477683056418795890" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm not sure it'll be easy to keep him off of it for the next few days, although, the upside of it is that he's a little more content to just curl up on my lap and relax, and THAT is a jar filler!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOI9dt_dX1E963eMT2ga2PLr1IyjFLqHlxUjhiO9GB0Gtcn7uLIgCfU2JT7alKqVGxgWPyeqQPYtMWbLBxuOxEwBiq3hHXNJqyWrQfaQ8CvjOylodrW-uWXia27Q214FXUM9vE__Ftp-Q/s400/2010-6-31+Grant%27s+Hurt+Foot+3.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477683062355802786" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-39854029588139420242010-05-02T22:05:00.000-07:002010-05-03T01:50:29.896-07:00How we turned the day around...<div style="text-align: center;">The past few Sundays that I've had the kiddo with me, we haven't been able to make it to church for one reason or another. We've each taken our turns being sick (twice), the kiddo hurt his ankle and I was trying to keep him off it, etc... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Two weeks ago, while we both had the stomach flu, the Primary presidency stopped by to say hello and to ask me if I had given up on the kiddo adjusting to his Sunbeam class. I know my reply sounded like an excuse, but it was the truth and the whole experience left me feeling a little upset.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Today, I planned things perfectly - got the kiddo down for a nap before church, showered, shaved, got all dolled up, got the kiddo in his adorable little suit and tie and headed out the door in perfect time to make it to church, only to find the parking lot empty. I called our home teachers and asked if it was Stake Conference week. They informed me that it had been a Regional Conference - broadcast to our building earlier that morning. Call me a girl, but I cried! It felt like things just <i>couldn't</i> go my way. I couldn't bring myself to head directly home so I drove around for a few minutes trying to decide what to do. I thought about finding another ward to attend, but then realized that since it was a Regional Conference, I'd have to drive quite a ways to have any hope of finding another ward meeting, and it was already after 1 pm by then. I tried calling my mother to have someone to blubber to, but she was in the middle of her own ward. I then called my best Utah friend, who like any great best friend would, let me whine and assured me that my tears weren't totally unjustified. She invited us to come spend time with her family later in the afternoon (which turned out to be a wonderful way to spend our Sunday evening).</div><div style="text-align: center;">After hanging up with her, I decided that I needed to do SOMETHING churchy with the kiddo, especially since we were all dressed for it, so we headed toward Temple Square. Though it was overcast, the grounds were beautiful. The tulips have bloomed and the colors were amazing!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(some of these pictures were taken with my phone so please excuse the quality)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJZ8Msr7nW0KPyakT7WL4irOBCmWDtL2TB9I6CP7eeIISenfXUHTJvSgmHAfH5Q56jjYGUYgg3xY_BHMYAL5hheH51L3ZUlfSYw_SxhSS8KtqKBq16KncKOOFWi0EMlHTqnleaBLz1w4/s1600/Photo-0328.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQJZ8Msr7nW0KPyakT7WL4irOBCmWDtL2TB9I6CP7eeIISenfXUHTJvSgmHAfH5Q56jjYGUYgg3xY_BHMYAL5hheH51L3ZUlfSYw_SxhSS8KtqKBq16KncKOOFWi0EMlHTqnleaBLz1w4/s400/Photo-0328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466914653605172514" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We walked around the North West Visitor Center for a while, looking at the paintings by Harry Anderson (one of my favorite spots), seeing the Book of Mormon display with the giant rotating globe...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/dc/LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg/800px-LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/dc/LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg/800px-LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>...as well as heading to the upper level and seeing the Christus. Grant has started to understand a little bit about what it means to be reverent. While sitting in front of the statue, he folded his arms and whispered with a nod in it's direction, "That's Jesus."</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2447660294_ef4eded404.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2447660294_ef4eded404.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We headed back outside and I took him over to one of my favorite spots on the temple grounds to sit. When I was single and living in downtown SLC, I'd often come to Temple Square with my journal and sit in my tucked away little spot, feel the warm breeze, smell the cool aroma of the flowers, lay back on a little patch of grass and look at the stars, with the temple spires reaching up to them. I remember thinking then of what it would be like to bring my children to that spot. My initial thoughts of that scene were much more calm than reality. Grant wanted to see and touch EVERYTHING. No laying on the grass for us!</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/d/dc/LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg/800px-LDS_north_visitor_center_paintings_in_slc_utah.jpg"></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUb9f9YuCYOQ8yjxQNBj1MjY_ZYNb3Rcu-Mur4MajZHbsod4oCLRcxfRi_43tJUwFn29XQxEgWzxb70jGqr7OrNtEbIMTvcMIDYrSGl3Inf99kldm1dfftVjSlJneMGaGUktCuLBgvXM/s1600/Photo-0327.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkUb9f9YuCYOQ8yjxQNBj1MjY_ZYNb3Rcu-Mur4MajZHbsod4oCLRcxfRi_43tJUwFn29XQxEgWzxb70jGqr7OrNtEbIMTvcMIDYrSGl3Inf99kldm1dfftVjSlJneMGaGUktCuLBgvXM/s400/Photo-0327.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466913463801790786" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He'd walk along the stone ledges, touching the tree branches above him that hung down...</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AOtr5Tlq3AQPOZKTTAcTET2WdN8dMUyHmLuZ4XBl50XoHHq-U5IT62mTK6cm4q0PG0QssKGU_yAYmqcdMADi-agB0BN5E1k3UWV-IrZO54HURUizORN-3ONO6xzH1YktMRv7_W4w3o8/s1600/Photo-0306.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0AOtr5Tlq3AQPOZKTTAcTET2WdN8dMUyHmLuZ4XBl50XoHHq-U5IT62mTK6cm4q0PG0QssKGU_yAYmqcdMADi-agB0BN5E1k3UWV-IrZO54HURUizORN-3ONO6xzH1YktMRv7_W4w3o8/s400/Photo-0306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466913455187994146" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...and smelling as many of the flowers as he could.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9seo1hLgrRXYEhXs708aClfENirA37tI32XS-quO_nFCtDcooZdHWaJGH8XqBR2P79wY4gaGAnwEKtlvyW9FI7P2o3jvWIWtICdWSz-E5MdNS7kXhpr2042uoRPW-IkVgMy7x3K1vRB4/s1600/Photo-0317.jpg"></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9seo1hLgrRXYEhXs708aClfENirA37tI32XS-quO_nFCtDcooZdHWaJGH8XqBR2P79wY4gaGAnwEKtlvyW9FI7P2o3jvWIWtICdWSz-E5MdNS7kXhpr2042uoRPW-IkVgMy7x3K1vRB4/s1600/Photo-0317.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9seo1hLgrRXYEhXs708aClfENirA37tI32XS-quO_nFCtDcooZdHWaJGH8XqBR2P79wY4gaGAnwEKtlvyW9FI7P2o3jvWIWtICdWSz-E5MdNS7kXhpr2042uoRPW-IkVgMy7x3K1vRB4/s400/Photo-0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466913472092162050" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I DID manage to get him to sit still for ONE brief moment as I snapped a picture, but I assure you, he was up and running again the moment it was captured.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9seo1hLgrRXYEhXs708aClfENirA37tI32XS-quO_nFCtDcooZdHWaJGH8XqBR2P79wY4gaGAnwEKtlvyW9FI7P2o3jvWIWtICdWSz-E5MdNS7kXhpr2042uoRPW-IkVgMy7x3K1vRB4/s1600/Photo-0317.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnepXf2CvSWSa1JwhrGRgZCZ-1_207IUv83MkCN7Bbu4z9p4_xqMUUKSBfpckWwZ9b6yFwQtDyGQjBkIiq0uuM2WHznNE7Z2vqyShT5XXBHT27a6LlUSCyv6noaRVsqx7kG7TM45cCZk/s1600/Photo-0319.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnepXf2CvSWSa1JwhrGRgZCZ-1_207IUv83MkCN7Bbu4z9p4_xqMUUKSBfpckWwZ9b6yFwQtDyGQjBkIiq0uuM2WHznNE7Z2vqyShT5XXBHT27a6LlUSCyv6noaRVsqx7kG7TM45cCZk/s400/Photo-0319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466913475092069602" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">While it wasn't exactly the day I'd planned to have, the experience turned out to be something I needed. So often I need the reminder that while I can't control some things in life, I can control my reaction and what I make of it. It turned out to be a beautiful day!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8mT-2fUZT0cmMBzZGsBfmOJGOiJo7N-WDH3RvxpPEQr9ksi6CSOFYl1W7VzTMjy4aDX1-K79hrLKHhu-bV1GAqoG8ka8At28m8AzyWDyzExx5E2XH8x2ueqM5wi2EzeC_zh9-_uv3bU/s1600/Photo-0324.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8mT-2fUZT0cmMBzZGsBfmOJGOiJo7N-WDH3RvxpPEQr9ksi6CSOFYl1W7VzTMjy4aDX1-K79hrLKHhu-bV1GAqoG8ka8At28m8AzyWDyzExx5E2XH8x2ueqM5wi2EzeC_zh9-_uv3bU/s400/Photo-0324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466956849462749954" /></a></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A potentially disappointing day turned beautiful = a full jar!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/93752018@N00/2447660294" style="text-align: center;"><a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seabird/">Christus Photo</a> / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">CC BY-NC 2.0</a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-31582149955006582452010-04-30T18:00:00.000-07:002010-09-30T20:28:20.694-07:00Prepared for takeoff!<div style="text-align: center;">Every morning on the way to daycare, we cross over some railroad tracks that have a fair sized hill leading up to them - the kind that you might possibly get air off of if you were going fast enough. The kiddo pretends that we're an airplane taking off when we go over them so he gets his arms ready to fly (after putting his hands over his mouth and saying, "we're cleared for takeoff... CHHH" like he's talking on a radio). This morning, he had a rice cake in his hands, but didn't want to let it hinder the initiation sequence, so he left it in his mouth as he stretched out his wings and held it for a half a block until we had reached "LIFTOFF". I scrambled to grab my camera phone in time. Excuse the blur.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs324.snc3/28792_10150160788250531_634705530_12168885_1017698_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 640px; height: 480px;" border="0" alt="" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-53252352608489644402010-03-02T21:00:00.000-08:002010-03-08T23:57:41.523-08:00"I love the name of honor, more than I fear death." - Julius CaesarI'm rethinking why I decided not to use my real name on this blog. I guess it was for security reasons. I cringe whenever I see someone posting information that would make them easy to stalk, but I'm pretty sure that most people who take a minute to look at this page already know at least my first name. I've wondered if it threw you for a loop when they see "Honski" if you don't know it's a nickname mostly used by my family members. I think I've concluded that if someone didn't already know my name they probably don't care enough to require such level of anonymity. I don't mean to have an invincibility complex, but even if someone knows my last name, I'm pretty much unGoogleable. It'd turn up a bunch of references to scouting events and court cases. <div><br /></div><div>My name is Honor. </div><div><br /></div><div> I've never met anybody else with the name. I think the most well known Honor I've heard of was the Bond girl named Honor Blackman. I've enjoyed having a unique name. It's a little more simple than some attempts I've seen parents make in hopes that their child's name will stand out. It's a relatively straightforward spelling unless your CanadiUn or EuroUpeUn and then you expect to throw U's in anywhere just for fun. I've wished that I could hear it with fresh ears to know other people's first impression.</div><div><br /></div><div>I've never felt made fun of for my name. People try to joke about it, but it's never felt condescending. The most common response is probably, "It's an honor to meet you Honor! Hahahaha!"</div><div>Followed up by these other popular groan-worthy lines:</div><div>"Were you on the honor roll?"</div><div>"Do you honor thy father and mother?"</div><div>"Are your sisters named Faith, Hope and Charity?"</div><div>"You should be a judge, Your Honor."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I laugh. It's not really annoying. People are hearing it for the first time and I can't hold that against them, but my levels of genuine laughter vary. It's an ice breaker really, and I think most everyone I've met has meant it as a compliment. I really do enjoy people who are creative with it and I have had my dorky moments when I laughed to myself at jokes, phrases or quotes I've run into, which include:</div><div>The chorus of Peter Cetera's "Glory of Love"</div><div>"What is left when honor is lost?" - Publilius Syrus</div><div>Song from Disney's Mulan "Bring Honor to us all"</div><div>"Ici l'honneur m'oblige, et j'y veux satisfaire.(Here honor binds me, and I wish to satisfy it.)" - Pierre Corneille</div><div>"Honor does not have to be defended." - Robert J. Sawyer</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDbw2U0Rg7xuqv4tKgCSPUE4yVGsYO6O3vR08x4WMXmKwH_KZpiO5Tlqn8K1Wj4_GsYyvtrIobK6w6K10kUvY_46kQSSSL9uJ3nyI6bMsfAlk9sQOEgA5s2ymbXf9AQTor2kpGv2Q0uw/s1600-h/RWH.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDbw2U0Rg7xuqv4tKgCSPUE4yVGsYO6O3vR08x4WMXmKwH_KZpiO5Tlqn8K1Wj4_GsYyvtrIobK6w6K10kUvY_46kQSSSL9uJ3nyI6bMsfAlk9sQOEgA5s2ymbXf9AQTor2kpGv2Q0uw/s400/RWH.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444502667488460930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 191px; " /></a></div><div>There was one missionary that served in my singles ward in California. When he heard my name he said, "Hey, I've got your name on my arm!" as he proceeded to pull up his sleeve and revealed a Return With Honor tattoo. I didn't know if I wanted to laugh or smack him upside the head first.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know it sounds immature, but when Jessica Alba had a baby girl and named her Honor Marie, I had a moment that I'm sure most of you experienced and got past the first day of kindergarten, when you realized that you weren't the only Katie, John, Elizabeth or Mike in the world. I was thinking, "That's SO not fair! My parents picked it first, and now SHE is going to get the credit for it just because she's famous!" Thankfully, it only lasted a minute, but I'm sure I'll have to relive something similar if I ever meet another Honor. I'm just used to being THE Honor and never having to refer to someone else as such. Does that make me a name snob? In a way it makes me feel very naive. Did you ever think that if you have a more common name, you'd be more well adjusted at an earlier age? </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm often asked how my parents came up with my name. Honestly, they each claim the credit. When my mother was pregnant with my older sister, she came across it while doing some work in the temple. She says that she suggested it to my dad but he kinda shrugged it off and didn't think much of it so she let it go. Then 5 years later when they were expecting me, he came home and said he'd thought up THE BEST NAME EVER! I can imagine the exact look on my mother's face. He had no recollection that she had suggested it before and to this day denies that she did. By then, my mother was campaigning for the name Claire. For the first 3 days following my birth, I was referred to as Honor, Claire or The Baby. Eventually, my mother relented, but I will forever give the credit to each of them. My younger sister ended up Cambria Claire, which I think is an adorable combination. I think it works better for her than it would have for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>For being so uniquely named, I sure have accumulated a lager collection of nicknames than my parents might have guessed:</div><div>Hon ("On")</div><div>Honorski</div><div>Honski</div><div>Honker, which then became Honky, which then became Cracka </div><div>Honor Mitch (soon thereafter shortened to Mitch)</div><div>H</div><div>Honow (started by my younger sister who couldn't pronounce her R's and carried on by 4 year olds to this day)</div><div>Nonner</div><div>Ogre (ok THAT one was meant to ridicule, but it was from one of the shortest kids in my graduating class and I chalk it up to his own insecurities since I hit 6' my sophomore year and well.... he didn't)</div><div><br /></div><div>What are your likes/gripes about your own name and what are some of your nicknames not everyone knows about?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-819513788822515822010-02-20T20:43:00.000-08:002010-02-20T21:39:05.673-08:00My cool hot date!<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdmcC_WjV6UQjcvjwEr19SqXFPieh7o3xK8GNl7F4Pnk4iIlS46OFmLK0ZjNjW4JPbxSm8fzla3vnOidAjDF2C8-scKdRKozIhIR4h8mXK1FfzTyuEFD3x735mr7JpOTKZL49kINvFfU/s1600-h/Skate.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFdmcC_WjV6UQjcvjwEr19SqXFPieh7o3xK8GNl7F4Pnk4iIlS46OFmLK0ZjNjW4JPbxSm8fzla3vnOidAjDF2C8-scKdRKozIhIR4h8mXK1FfzTyuEFD3x735mr7JpOTKZL49kINvFfU/s400/Skate.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440559022483381874" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, where do I start? We decided to go ice skating. He let me drive. We went to the Olympic Oval. I was surprised to find that I still had a little bit of skill left from the last time I went skating. Was still able to feel somewhat graceful, turn around, skate backwards, cross over into turns. Didn't fall down once. I wish I could say the same for him, the poor guy. He didn't seem too embarrassed though. Very confidant and positive. Loved every minute of it. I'm glad he doesn't take himself too seriously. He held my hand most of the time. It was really sweet. Thankfully, he didn't take me down with him every time he fell.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After our feet were DONE with the skates, we grabbed dinner at Panda Express. He fell asleep in the car as I drove him home. It was kinda sweet. I didn't want to wake him so I carried him to his room and gave him a kiss goodnight. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEn4KPFhGJ8t-qlKF8LU4fpr-nbaWRD6WoVf2_PBQL6iRDdBCzW7YIVMUSB8iJ8WrisDl0UpGAZq4bmhlzClyuV7D5-n_Mt_8gMIrxgqiMCKhjsaWxfI8-ZIOn-hzYnBHJcDGedXdJe-s/s400/Photo-0217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440560063897833890" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(He got mad when I wouldn't stay sitting on the bench and let him take off by himself)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Sore feet, but full jar!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><br /></span></div><div cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miskan/17639046/"><a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/miskan/">Ice Skate</a> / <a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc/2.0/">CC BY-NC 2.0</a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-35461651938797530392010-02-08T19:57:00.000-08:002010-02-08T21:47:16.669-08:00My little ray of sun on dark days<div>Despite my being sick and down for the count the entire weekend, we turned up some pretty sweet moments.</div><div><br /></div>We read the book <i>I'll Love You Forever</i> at bedtime on Friday night. You know, the one about the woman who breaks into her son's house when he's all grown up because she insists on singing a lullaby to him? Okay, okay, it's kind of a sweet book (minus that part - it kinda makes me want to say, "Cut the cord lady!"). ANYWAY, it's just about a sweet relationship between a mother and son. Soooo even though I'm usually thinking sarcastic thoughts, I started crying. The kiddo tried to give me a side hug from where he was laying next to me on the bed. When it didn't seem to cheer me up to his satisfaction, he climbed up to sit on my stomach, took my face in his hands and said while wiping my eyes with his thumbs, "It's okay Honey, it's okay." <div><br /></div><div>On Saturday, he was sweet enough to let me lay on the couch and fight my cold while we watched movies and he played on the living room floor. There were several moments when he'd come and lean on one elbow on the couch next to my head while watching the movie. We were watching My Fair Lady (his choice, I swear!) and I started quietly singing along to one of the songs. He casually lifted his hand up and covered my mouth without breaking eye contact with the screen. It's like he'd expected and prepared for it!<br /><div><br /></div><div>In the car this morning, we listened to one of our <a href="http://www.britemusic.com/">Brite Music</a> CD's (I cannot say enough about this company - I grew up with them and my child(ren) will/are as well). Kiddo is doing a great job of singing along with most of the songs, but the one that cracks me up the most is #10 (<a href="http://www.britemusic.com/i-have-a-song-for-you-vol-1-cd-and-book">you can preview the exact part here</a>) when he says, "Well lil V.I.P. fends. Time fo one mo song. Bout a MARCH! TEN HUT! DA DA DA DA DA HEW WE GO!" He puts all the energy he can into it. I love it! So committed! I know this isn't as good as a video, but maybe someday soon I'll capture it.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I picked him up after work today, I walked in on him pointing a finger with a stern look on his face at the new assistant and saying, "Mom said to be good. Understand?" Then he noticed that I had walked in and came over to me, looking WAY up at me, but still with finger wagging and repeated, "Understand?!" </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm sure someday the roles will be reversed and I'll be wagging my finger up at him. </div><div><br /></div><div>And with that thought, I'm taking my worn out jar and self to bed - full of happy. Goodnight Friends!</div><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-36894290271432020562010-02-01T21:41:00.000-08:002014-10-02T10:34:17.030-07:00Music That Moves Me<center>
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I've heard my mother plays this all my life. It's quite possibly her favorite, and mine as well. It will forever belong to her in my mind. I know exactly how she plays every note, although I didn't realize that I did until i went looking for a version to share. You guys have NO IDEA how many versions of this there are on the net and so very few of them have the bittersweet emotion that it does when she plays it. I could hear in the first six notes if it was what I was looking for. Thankfully, the choices I had from playlist.com included one that is just about as close as I could find, even if this one is still a little rushed. There is a sense that every note is being held onto. Their sweetness being savored. Anytime I hear this piece, I close my eyes, take in a slow, deep breath and fight back tears. If you know my mother, maybe you'll understand. I sure can't find the words.... maybe that's why the music says it all.</div>
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I remember sitting on the floor of my Grandfather's front room, watching a special on PBS with the Three Tenors and hearing this piece. While I got goosebumps when I heard Paul Potts belt this one out, there will never be anyone who can rival the power it has when it was sung by Luciano Pavarotti. </div>
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Ooo, bit of a side note. I believe the particular concert we were watching was in 1994 and I remember watching this moment (which I know they repeated a couple times). Something about watching these amazing men ham it up and try to outdo each other made me love them all the more.</div>
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This is another piece from my mother, but it's one that she and I have played together many times, and still play at least once every time I make it home for a visit. Ohhh the memories that I'd never trade for anything!</div>
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Ok yeah I really went back and forth about even admitting to this one. Here's my sappy side at it's worst. I don't know why I feel so embarrassed every time I have a typically girly moment, but I always do. SO, I'm counting this as a step toward embracing the girly girl in me. I, Honski hereby admit that I melt when I hear this song.</div>
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<b>Michael Nyman's Impromptu for 12 fingers </b></div>
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Mr. Nyman's version was arranged for the movie Gattaca - a science fiction drama from the 90's with it's story based around a futuristic society caught up in the ability to manipulate the genetics of children before they are born. This piece is played by a man with 12 fingers. The notes that Nyman added supposedly made it impossible to play with 10.</div>
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Hey, did you know that Gattaca was filmed at the Marin County Civic Center in California? Did you also know that the building was designed by Frank Lloyd Wright? <a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/40334438_2276ece3ef.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/22/40334438_2276ece3ef.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 375px; width: 500px;" /></a></div>
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<b>Samuel Medley's I Know That My Redeemer Lives - Arranged by </b><a href="http://www.michaelrhicks.com/"><b>Michael R. Hicks</b></a></div>
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Yeah I know this is changing pace a little bit, but I couldn't leave this one out. It is the most beautiful arrangement of this hymn that I've ever heard. I was introduced to the music of Michael Hicks (as so many of us were) when I sang the EFY Medley at my 1998 session. Soon after I returned home, I found the sheet music for it and also bought any of his other arrangements that were available. This one happened to be the 2nd. I've played it 100's of times and never tire of it's beauty. I had the great experience of meeting Brother Hicks in 2002 when he came to give a fireside at the University of Utah at which my ward choir was singing a few of his songs. He and his wife happened to be walking in the building at the same time as I was and we started talking. I found out that he'd served in the mission that I grew up in. A few days later I joined the mailing list from his website and over the next few years received updates about his music. In early 2007, (as he has done for a few years) he sent out an email letting people know of areas of the country he'd be visiting in the months to come just in case anybody would like a musical fireside or presentation without having to pay for his travel costs. I was, at the time, living in Las Vegas and noticed that he'd be heading our way the following April. I talked to my ward Relief Society President to see if we wanted to have an Enrichment Activity where he would speak. She referred me to the Stake Relief Society President, saying that it should be on a grander scale. The Stake RS President then referred me to the Stake Music Chairman who thought that we should turn the event into a Stake Youth Fireside. By the time I called Brother Hicks, I had a Stake Youth Fireside all lined up and just needed to know what date would work. He was so kind in being willing to take the time for us and it worked out perfectly. We picked him up from his hotel and he had dinner with our small family before the fireside. He even recognized me from when we met before which totally blew my mind. He played on our floor with Grant and told us about his own son who was about Grant's age, jokingly calling himself "Uncle Mike". </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-53957542222407829372009-12-28T17:40:00.000-08:002009-12-28T18:23:00.871-08:00Chugga Chugga Woo Woo<center>The Kiddo's daycare provider (a wonderful woman that we consider a dear friend) gave him a train set as a Christmas present. He's been doing nothing else since we got home today. He's in heaven.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCpWYZFLlftrTqXNF0tgfYjbiIL5rTBTaEBm3Dl3eZXi9e6WMgo2DkC1OwuCZ8kyus3R3yw_KcCv6ofp-2r7dDg8E1CZWhoRaexJZW_-07Cw3IetzFQturlITxcgRndBF4lGxBhV9KJg/s1600-h/DSCN6310+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieCpWYZFLlftrTqXNF0tgfYjbiIL5rTBTaEBm3Dl3eZXi9e6WMgo2DkC1OwuCZ8kyus3R3yw_KcCv6ofp-2r7dDg8E1CZWhoRaexJZW_-07Cw3IetzFQturlITxcgRndBF4lGxBhV9KJg/s400/DSCN6310+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420469411479267922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5R7aSFDkbxuDFWXKG342TGLoi1G0YC6LwP7_DEXKfyQ0eKUQZp33gOD8CTVO9D2F3uvuEAAOCwWhsm7Vupt4C2X94kJGtTCISNu5YLfaPZKf5hm61eroI1Y8xr2E1Y3Cnkl_atSwkNZ0/s1600-h/DSCN6309+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5R7aSFDkbxuDFWXKG342TGLoi1G0YC6LwP7_DEXKfyQ0eKUQZp33gOD8CTVO9D2F3uvuEAAOCwWhsm7Vupt4C2X94kJGtTCISNu5YLfaPZKf5hm61eroI1Y8xr2E1Y3Cnkl_atSwkNZ0/s400/DSCN6309+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420469398805293922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV7A__v0EekwvD7U5SWYExUPxWeZ4AYOBe0P3OXmhnrt3plDOjL_xDTMl18gNVWE1mrNebU7CLco5kqlp4Oat0fmhY7Xd1SJUCGup-k-pfO7VL-gSF0Abn-JRjSwTBb0MLL4tUxk6RuA/s1600-h/DSCN6304+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpV7A__v0EekwvD7U5SWYExUPxWeZ4AYOBe0P3OXmhnrt3plDOjL_xDTMl18gNVWE1mrNebU7CLco5kqlp4Oat0fmhY7Xd1SJUCGup-k-pfO7VL-gSF0Abn-JRjSwTBb0MLL4tUxk6RuA/s400/DSCN6304+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420469389221153778" /></a><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6D3ljHVBgHw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6D3ljHVBgHw&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><br /></center><center><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Kiddo's Jar = full (which means his mom's is as well)</span></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-5855315952782306972009-12-27T22:21:00.000-08:002009-12-28T18:33:07.643-08:00Diggin the New Digs<center>All moved! Whew! What a weekend! I got sick on top of it, but still was able to get the new place together enough for when the Kiddo came home from the Christmas weekend spent with his dad.</center><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu41wp5IGjEfQDIXXdOgWGq-W2CRydSxV4xXnppDmuoSPwYSPnh8jXmSKS7XSmq7JXmC_YRbjYdE0XuJqj1qZ_haa_P2yNc5ORg6kTjk45srH24OfMcCt37GTGLxDoICgMar04Xv0BXKc/s1600-h/DSCN6266+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu41wp5IGjEfQDIXXdOgWGq-W2CRydSxV4xXnppDmuoSPwYSPnh8jXmSKS7XSmq7JXmC_YRbjYdE0XuJqj1qZ_haa_P2yNc5ORg6kTjk45srH24OfMcCt37GTGLxDoICgMar04Xv0BXKc/s400/DSCN6266+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420463289624556178" /></a></center><center>He was so excited to see that he had his own room with all his toys in it. </center><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpNABlDB2if6_JV2Pe39pmLQgXm6OXNVQLpGjCROrUg3ToJvzKYUL3YTmt83iUfE13kRWaqL_Tl5CZBodgcKTLQfioP5N4icnU2vkwPmsEa3LgYc9xrEmIIqW0qxE_AE_qBL00YlTsMQ/s1600-h/DSCN6258+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdpNABlDB2if6_JV2Pe39pmLQgXm6OXNVQLpGjCROrUg3ToJvzKYUL3YTmt83iUfE13kRWaqL_Tl5CZBodgcKTLQfioP5N4icnU2vkwPmsEa3LgYc9xrEmIIqW0qxE_AE_qBL00YlTsMQ/s400/DSCN6258+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420463278971783858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNa8jBSDyfGdz9FR6ev9tUvXfAxaqkeHnXFbcFfuYMCs5jjhXdLiFLojx0kyQOCFKs7D7BzeowS2MrWOkJZndFTB4eiwAR3-UK7ZIZbtS9zuXS4kk_rGpDyRg5Wu0F80p7OJQVEPfy8s/s1600-h/DSCN6260+edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNa8jBSDyfGdz9FR6ev9tUvXfAxaqkeHnXFbcFfuYMCs5jjhXdLiFLojx0kyQOCFKs7D7BzeowS2MrWOkJZndFTB4eiwAR3-UK7ZIZbtS9zuXS4kk_rGpDyRg5Wu0F80p7OJQVEPfy8s/s400/DSCN6260+edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462680964420642" /></a></center><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaNa8jBSDyfGdz9FR6ev9tUvXfAxaqkeHnXFbcFfuYMCs5jjhXdLiFLojx0kyQOCFKs7D7BzeowS2MrWOkJZndFTB4eiwAR3-UK7ZIZbtS9zuXS4kk_rGpDyRg5Wu0F80p7OJQVEPfy8s/s1600-h/DSCN6260+edited.jpg"></a>He had presents from many friends and family members waiting for him to open and he wasted no time. There aren't pictures of all of them, but thank you, thank you, thank you to ALL of our dear loved ones who thought about him/us this holiday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztpl2C2MNxLJ68frNTH7zQYO6XayPreN6vmeJDEl-bWkPxs89IsEwB6fJDhAQryBj2J66B7HSu8XEgR7ZC979flU-O13nv8BJ77E0kNvDGUKr1Pd-TumFfAQevcp9sCUIDO92Sru9sZ4/s1600-h/DSCN6272.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztpl2C2MNxLJ68frNTH7zQYO6XayPreN6vmeJDEl-bWkPxs89IsEwB6fJDhAQryBj2J66B7HSu8XEgR7ZC979flU-O13nv8BJ77E0kNvDGUKr1Pd-TumFfAQevcp9sCUIDO92Sru9sZ4/s400/DSCN6272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462653717075618" /></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqn0jKIhVWTLT8iq7NaYqPt42qHdMdcRfkuxKF1QuICAZ9yEMM92W5ld_QHkmGpm097jTgsSM47Ltp7T_OL9r3508ff5QFmIwu-87XaY5lDBXL0Q6p0HLbaib3SnLBAzJqbebfCXIf1c/s400/DSCN6271+edited.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462663479313746" /></center><center>The evening was spent with his toys, followed by watching movies together before bed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8xhREv-r_-O-rQemjNC3q2XhPPmzcXMjJ3HL_1MvkuWOYkpiPXBiuneWLnZaTaD8WopNujDpsfTXaz4-MjsOCu8QGf0ghEpGX5bGsckAU8huYngJZDnyeYBrKO5DBjhr8XYixvgR3u4/s1600-h/DSCN6286++edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8xhREv-r_-O-rQemjNC3q2XhPPmzcXMjJ3HL_1MvkuWOYkpiPXBiuneWLnZaTaD8WopNujDpsfTXaz4-MjsOCu8QGf0ghEpGX5bGsckAU8huYngJZDnyeYBrKO5DBjhr8XYixvgR3u4/s400/DSCN6286++edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420462640342653922" /></a></center><center><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_8xhREv-r_-O-rQemjNC3q2XhPPmzcXMjJ3HL_1MvkuWOYkpiPXBiuneWLnZaTaD8WopNujDpsfTXaz4-MjsOCu8QGf0ghEpGX5bGsckAU8huYngJZDnyeYBrKO5DBjhr8XYixvgR3u4/s1600-h/DSCN6286++edited.jpg"></a>Quality bonding time if you ask me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Z-eK8I1TJrOWaWu6sLt4EDb-iNqwrip-mlI-MGtnqpJGPUqk2MNKMytHkGORIYnjkWacvW1-Zyt5QizKbCEo8ugoX4a4koxP5mgMvOPLrUCFVCh-RReDxxEIizfqfB6doGkHOdDnQxc/s1600-h/DSCN6288+Edited.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Z-eK8I1TJrOWaWu6sLt4EDb-iNqwrip-mlI-MGtnqpJGPUqk2MNKMytHkGORIYnjkWacvW1-Zyt5QizKbCEo8ugoX4a4koxP5mgMvOPLrUCFVCh-RReDxxEIizfqfB6doGkHOdDnQxc/s400/DSCN6288+Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420172740600425906" /></a><br />One part of our bedtime routine is where we "talk". He sits on my stomach and we talk about his day and often sing songs together as he tries to prolong bedtime. Last night we sang a few songs that I learned back at Girls Camp 15 years ago (excuse my voice, the cold isn't gone).<br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDclvUrh200&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDclvUrh200&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-35121159559184614782009-12-21T00:45:00.000-08:002009-12-22T21:01:43.181-08:00If you're out there...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Stranger knocks twice.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Honski opens door.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stranger: Is Honski here?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Honski: Yes, I'm Honski.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stranger holds out a giant Christmas card and gift.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stranger: I'm doing this for a friend. They love you a whole lot.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Honski: Uh, wow, thank you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Stranger turns and leaves.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpSi7Ssq-Ggrd7XkJOeL8WdGF6QdPx6-QpkQKKDXvlVVOmvPIKG0ZRb568DSHDJCrYjoRPvCcYniGBIQQ1y2BQjJP8cCoAW-W_N6JGxkrL-9uOpuhipI-l1U3nftN-mWUMKMbI0UmTkA/s1600-h/1DSCN6234-.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBpSi7Ssq-Ggrd7XkJOeL8WdGF6QdPx6-QpkQKKDXvlVVOmvPIKG0ZRb568DSHDJCrYjoRPvCcYniGBIQQ1y2BQjJP8cCoAW-W_N6JGxkrL-9uOpuhipI-l1U3nftN-mWUMKMbI0UmTkA/s400/1DSCN6234-.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417988306435727266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpBrxAaENb2h7Pe4KBWetjF98a04TcjDKnHvuwE8ztLc76nW2eR_4NBnoM90uwZwbaDnhhG8qvh06Exz4vleXockHLMOv8uu0szMx70wLJgWizn8Oh80EaqfpZSN7BVOy_I1E3urD0Ec/s1600-h/1DSCN6237.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpBrxAaENb2h7Pe4KBWetjF98a04TcjDKnHvuwE8ztLc76nW2eR_4NBnoM90uwZwbaDnhhG8qvh06Exz4vleXockHLMOv8uu0szMx70wLJgWizn8Oh80EaqfpZSN7BVOy_I1E3urD0Ec/s400/1DSCN6237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417988291929003666" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I never knew Santa's Elves loved me, but just in case they read my blog (hope so since I don't know how else to get in touch with them)....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0wO18losl9zeXBwkNnWzwMQpzmLXiWVUFvstZ8jkaEZMk0GPzU2A4_MPHZULc2RWYNsx1krAKu8AsQOaA1hziX08SMgaJis9Zv2O7xPV6IdurFzLQYFMy6rqeXeraX0bDmze560tErYE/s400/Thank+You+1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418292104802148978" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Filled my jar with happiness, love, humility, peace of mind, and thanks. Really, thank you so very much for making me feel loved!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-55708538275133509232009-12-20T18:46:00.000-08:002009-12-22T01:34:21.771-08:00My Home<div style="text-align: center;">These are the hills I played on as a child...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0dS1S8gHh_yoqlPhmaWY6lwZqz1dh_aRrhFcM0miWKSI4d7-ccoywbNkpQcY49YnUwBRp2DmrIu6ytbNVuuv0qb32BCPW6xzZSq237vFps3HPkCuyvknfiDvYYtugz36pZCGReqJ4s/s1600-h/Feb.+2009+079.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0dS1S8gHh_yoqlPhmaWY6lwZqz1dh_aRrhFcM0miWKSI4d7-ccoywbNkpQcY49YnUwBRp2DmrIu6ytbNVuuv0qb32BCPW6xzZSq237vFps3HPkCuyvknfiDvYYtugz36pZCGReqJ4s/s400/Feb.+2009+079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938020993046594" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And every once in a while...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYx0dS1S8gHh_yoqlPhmaWY6lwZqz1dh_aRrhFcM0miWKSI4d7-ccoywbNkpQcY49YnUwBRp2DmrIu6ytbNVuuv0qb32BCPW6xzZSq237vFps3HPkCuyvknfiDvYYtugz36pZCGReqJ4s/s1600-h/Feb.+2009+079.jpg"></a><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqBap6qtD4I4TslR-EyW2XroakQFQbQrc4_V_4Kbsnok4-EJlbU6_2PmPzKHrQUgVwvtzinG1kHpJwPPKfWjFo3D_AMuQXmE94A3jZIUulMSspS8ydFlRfDWqorNKbV_KPjQ83WHj9h-g/s400/Feb.+2009+083.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938011424608882" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">when I'm weathering a snow storm...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPPNcg8OFknIaXvHdws6352V1HCAbApJXwbSvEJ-u-G5NNcwLvXshDnOvyjLtLgg6b3nB9UQOj5A-GP9EH1JPTw08nhK4jS-jecFsxzP0zkXYN94NqTzcDbylo_q6z_8kgyKGjNb5faU/s400/Feb.+2009+084.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938008135624098" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I need a little reminder that something else exists.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcVXC-av3oXdzMx95OMgV5Dm7WeBK3lrvfJ1hJvQ2Xy-oWAQX6HkX7Gucym2okLwmFNNGN-5_WCSFlig5dGBb8MQKoR0kGxP4RsGy60VhXRgsXtjy-AYTxrCIfHG-u2b53XmwejfCH6L4/s400/Feb.+2009+090.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417938002239052642" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ahh yes, I remember. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Filled it!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-84423425845092643682009-12-19T18:44:00.000-08:002009-12-22T00:29:09.858-08:00The Girl and The Fig<div style="text-align: center; ">The girl = my adorable sister in law</div><div style="text-align: center;">(and 13 of her closest family members...)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The fig = lacing every dish we ordered at a GREAT restaurant called....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-steznBg56QKJyZV3AiXHqCkPq89geBub-IwKciOyUg8QDnJP0ByS8_WEgrEDgdV__DmTAvCRhVMgw5v6va-AiWjAkiuTu3eaL1jJxtwdKcRf6Pn726owBIx6P24VeYUCmUaYllGKIc/s1600-h/The+Fig.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht-steznBg56QKJyZV3AiXHqCkPq89geBub-IwKciOyUg8QDnJP0ByS8_WEgrEDgdV__DmTAvCRhVMgw5v6va-AiWjAkiuTu3eaL1jJxtwdKcRf6Pn726owBIx6P24VeYUCmUaYllGKIc/s400/The+Fig.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417970055265788050" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.thegirlandthefig.com/">The Girl and The Fig</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">SO delicious, wonderful atmosphere (minus the Kiddo's squirming/minor complaints), and the best company I could ask for!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpNgrgGUbuONmYA0HwCAizgPKDbIZGI772CJoZbeLNg9zLrlXRqF_ttRioCdDkAS6sG78DAPfTryF8Mo5UFEqvvrfINVbII2EOIiR5GJjvFyVE6D5-MEwo7JTzEKUAKdXQBESijsxpXD8/s1600-h/105_0093.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu-e26nAo636caRwfoKy5IbK0Zk3XJ40KxAAmaKBhvRVauG63Lou4GiakIlc1W5rAPVqpcBR56vVoEcdLKy1gOGcanxoRQgPp0tNMymt2UjHTUuHveyUrPPgGE1cL803uOSt8XjDAhwcc/s400/105_0095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417967042938555346" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Kiddo and his cousin are really starting to love each other instead of ONLY fighting over toy trains. However, I MUST say that I think his cousin is happier to share his toys than the Kiddo is. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417883309499193298" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWoJeHKjCKN6crnbcjaWkWSuRjS6Rz9h52JJGYQkYiP9EYexpwxuz7OQ13UMXWsAFBQJR4vN_yuCawPhUC8jt_f4cWFNKp7DDtNLjnB30s0h_-i_acaCK66vWLeYFil3hPjEIMIECfaw/s400/105_0131.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417883315420247522" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-88518346805532540102009-12-17T18:47:00.000-08:002009-12-21T23:33:42.959-08:00Pineapple Skillz<div style="text-align: center;">There I sat - happily chopping up pineapple at my parents house when my sister said, "This summer, I saw street merchants cleaning pineapple in a really cool spiral pattern." Sounded like a challenge to me!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7FYEdJfoTMX8b9az1cpeAUS0B-LxcozTPuZSqNxc56WDiH208cdx0jwLOzzgW9dq3Ffla_XCgnMhdb-XU00vEJdG4HOCj9hZPkNkyTZJ7vnyMLhTf7RMyKnxYgZJ8DivQG8xHT41rRwc/s400/105_0151.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417958590393781026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awww yeah!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcu9f3CnUvOWFOZ7XGccpxrKcE723gUzZDZMpjhN0zRJeSSOd8C_nq2Ql7RNrK-khs3PhkfVCiULLHFxr7hPdXy8Umk0G5Ln0rivdzpbDFNpdujTIEWRDJ1D1mLphFFFSvCzq9TpG2ehQ/s400/105_0140.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417958592370685858" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Filled it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">(my tummy)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-13716891490217171892009-12-11T19:21:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:31:14.896-08:00Funny Faces<div style="text-align: center;">My best friend was playing with the settings on her webcam and turned out some hilarious pictures. The Kiddo and I tried it and it kept us entertained for the better part of an hour.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4N_BziswxUAQAFcPtj8MHveIEgjIRbGuMh-sX1AFs6iC6c5YBn4S-NiAkOavKzLu6T_vzKM9roUNjmUBwcFzg9fZFaBvpv6tuLr-bHmDtyvAljsw_UUAphK8UhF5xIhnxzQh6whyphenhyphenzMg/s1600-h/Collage.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4N_BziswxUAQAFcPtj8MHveIEgjIRbGuMh-sX1AFs6iC6c5YBn4S-NiAkOavKzLu6T_vzKM9roUNjmUBwcFzg9fZFaBvpv6tuLr-bHmDtyvAljsw_UUAphK8UhF5xIhnxzQh6whyphenhyphenzMg/s400/Collage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414891691210832354" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Filled!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-82729863092887809912009-12-09T20:44:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:30:44.027-08:00Now we are so happy, we do the dance of JOY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQg8IwJraBi7tPj_6v3Uai2CyhhECh7lZAbc05IZS-wE-y_4HigUR4tDpPNN5vwIxsQjWqsg5vMPqTM3FDXph-jYUUbUO41tYTXWbjlmR9KNrWEdVlQ3QPdvG66TMr3x5gmvehRn2GxAU/s1600-h/Happy+Dance+Edited.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQg8IwJraBi7tPj_6v3Uai2CyhhECh7lZAbc05IZS-wE-y_4HigUR4tDpPNN5vwIxsQjWqsg5vMPqTM3FDXph-jYUUbUO41tYTXWbjlmR9KNrWEdVlQ3QPdvG66TMr3x5gmvehRn2GxAU/s400/Happy+Dance+Edited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411894161711205874" /></a><div>I got a job! After almost 3 months of unemployment, and some RATHER stressful moments, I'm back in the game! This time in an accounting department with a construction company. I'm loving it so far. Now on to finding a new place to live before January 1st! Anybody got a basement they're looking to rent out?</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you guys remember Perfect Strangers? Cousin Lary and Balki from Mypos? When the Dance of Joy came to mind, I HAD to look on Youtube to see if they had a vid. Ohhhh man I'm usually not this corny, especially about stupid old sitcoms, but it was a fun trip down memory lane.</div><center><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfPg5LjGYz8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GfPg5LjGYz8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><center><br /></center><center style="text-align: left;">And then to make things worse, I HAD to watch the opening credits and then had the theme song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I seem to have a knack for remembering every word to songs I haven't heard in years. Not sure if that's a blessing, but it still filled my jar!</center><center><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vbnLYROCj8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vbnLYROCj8&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></center><center><br /></center><center>Embarrassed to admit that Mark Linn-Baker or Bronson Pinchot contributed to it, but the jar is full!</center>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3862584563674099443.post-30933351057383062752009-11-29T21:27:00.000-08:002014-10-02T10:09:39.783-07:00Love list...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeD1fED5HbLACKsyQFoj0ENjzGfv3J5cXuIth5-iMjkYqZqvOFhUQ9wuVP4Sr8l4FR3v0jzMQP6DZePiGRHDpWOdJvrIqpLPrFYRDEG_VNeFfj2m2UiP5CEMx40WoYSZKtF8MfIm2opw/s1600/Snowy+Tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKeD1fED5HbLACKsyQFoj0ENjzGfv3J5cXuIth5-iMjkYqZqvOFhUQ9wuVP4Sr8l4FR3v0jzMQP6DZePiGRHDpWOdJvrIqpLPrFYRDEG_VNeFfj2m2UiP5CEMx40WoYSZKtF8MfIm2opw/s320/Snowy+Tree.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410058216633562322" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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Car windows down on a warm summer night</div>
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A perfect volleyball serve</div>
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The silence of snowfall</div>
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Unspoken understandings</div>
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Talking till dawn with an awesome friend</div>
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Over sized soft hoodies</div>
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When being brave pays off</div>
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Cream soda and honey turkey deli sandwiches</div>
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Star gazing</div>
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Doing something no one believes I would</div>
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Strawberry red toes</div>
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37" inseam WOMEN'S jeans</div>
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Songs that make me cry</div>
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A checked off to do list</div>
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Oldschool Mechwarrior, Commander Keene and Wolfenstein games</div>
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Sandra Bullock's movie wardrobes</div>
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Thanksgiving dinner (minus the yams)</div>
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THIS GIGGLE RIGHT HERE!!!</div>
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FILLED!</div>
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