tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24725741588125356872024-03-12T18:59:54.796-07:00Katie LouGo confidently in the direction of you dreams! LIVE THE LIFE you've imagined.
-ThoreauAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-64360269725039424262009-07-17T21:05:00.001-07:002009-07-17T21:05:44.316-07:00nEw bLoGwww.gideonandkatie.blogspot.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-6514025525567082302009-06-17T14:43:00.001-07:002009-06-17T14:43:30.726-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m-guH6b_dYrszFy9Bqxa7pDCkkc9bbPQgTS8nJ4AuZqh-ZFMRRh2D3vZwhsZspGzXFd3e4uQOk1nS8FkqtiaaXTJ7nnErPlLJnvj1bCFlJYkxOCN6dReGQ4atz7TXkeVK_-LtRXZcDoV/s1600-h/cuteveil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m-guH6b_dYrszFy9Bqxa7pDCkkc9bbPQgTS8nJ4AuZqh-ZFMRRh2D3vZwhsZspGzXFd3e4uQOk1nS8FkqtiaaXTJ7nnErPlLJnvj1bCFlJYkxOCN6dReGQ4atz7TXkeVK_-LtRXZcDoV/s400/cuteveil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348415428756819186" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-83978177501885213982009-06-17T14:32:00.000-07:002009-06-17T14:33:05.923-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbDiLPiOdwydR03k4LFXQHiOmIzdwauO76f2LM5Gc7T-3VLswOsybybHjHP-LBil0Pi8X-ogOy5BwB8uI_c2w9NtdUPfzRoHXBMjTi8sOXtdhC4zwSoYZ1nDnN3hmeaiXHIDlFuaziwMl/s1600-h/bandveil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbDiLPiOdwydR03k4LFXQHiOmIzdwauO76f2LM5Gc7T-3VLswOsybybHjHP-LBil0Pi8X-ogOy5BwB8uI_c2w9NtdUPfzRoHXBMjTi8sOXtdhC4zwSoYZ1nDnN3hmeaiXHIDlFuaziwMl/s400/bandveil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348412739233941826" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-63634975762479922192009-06-17T14:30:00.001-07:002009-06-17T14:30:42.716-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiRfVGA2e4ve6CtXcVlxPZFkNy5tQMc9J6aFnM73yfnoqDL5-QGkBq22vcjmsOYLU_VGx3f8oDjOdkS1k4uw7ksRpUZMRXDzsRynzkzW6pbT1xvCrGk5CdkH9YOm32MVpMRVqSD5SqPqW/s1600-h/veil2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiRfVGA2e4ve6CtXcVlxPZFkNy5tQMc9J6aFnM73yfnoqDL5-QGkBq22vcjmsOYLU_VGx3f8oDjOdkS1k4uw7ksRpUZMRXDzsRynzkzW6pbT1xvCrGk5CdkH9YOm32MVpMRVqSD5SqPqW/s400/veil2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348412128466855618" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Katie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-9.jpg" alt="" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-60591341379354138492009-06-17T14:29:00.001-07:002009-06-17T14:29:17.082-07:00http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=26592511&ref=sr_gallery_1&&ga_search_query=veils&ga_search_type=handmade&ga_page=8&order=date_desc&includes[]=tags&includes[]=titleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-73857076392633613942009-06-17T14:27:00.001-07:002009-06-17T14:28:04.212-07:00For Caitlin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKXkaJ9wl_WMlrCiwdVwMcRkBMvFOr1tZs3W4vwlnj0ZML3S_b8d93zM8MHfPTDCerZaLo8HI-xgsgusrZYK4b9zI67I3OXcY4f45k9BP74PKYereqS5V3tHv71ioMwFyxbkw4mHTjUYV/s1600-h/veil.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfKXkaJ9wl_WMlrCiwdVwMcRkBMvFOr1tZs3W4vwlnj0ZML3S_b8d93zM8MHfPTDCerZaLo8HI-xgsgusrZYK4b9zI67I3OXcY4f45k9BP74PKYereqS5V3tHv71ioMwFyxbkw4mHTjUYV/s400/veil.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348411386806757794" border="0" /></a><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Katie/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-8.jpg" alt="" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-3328455743662275902009-06-17T08:49:00.000-07:002009-06-17T09:09:10.160-07:00To Grandmother's House We GoSo this is a little late. Oh well. In April, Gideon and Naomi and I all drove to eastern Idaho to drop Naomi back off at school at BYU-I. It as such a fun trip! Gideon graciously rode in the back wit his work buddy who rode along, while Naomi and I had some girl bonding time up front, making secret wedding plans (neither of us was engaged yet...), eating dried mangos and then dealing with what happens after you eat your weight in dried mangos. Don't ask. Gideon and I stayed with my grandparents and had a blast. They just loved him to death. We wrote our names together on the "wall" in my grandparents basement (see previous post). We took a nap in the basement, looked at old pictures of my grandma and grandpa as little kids, I tried on my grandmother's wedding dress (which I couldn't zip up), ate pickled beets and even took some home, and Gideon even wore my grandpa's shirt to church because he forgot his. It was a wonderful little get away weekend, and so great to see my grandma and grandpa.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8e_JfxwrFjLUDn19-r2DwDkKICvho0jqkyLMRQ1ZHfSDyOHV-8QW5TQmpIjenjkRE2EZued2R1C3K-JiZ1r9jrRB8abkBTWiuP22nwWUEBDqsknbRjLYAkJ3GS8NSuVjj4jWj_m9q3GG/s1600-h/April+2009+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8e_JfxwrFjLUDn19-r2DwDkKICvho0jqkyLMRQ1ZHfSDyOHV-8QW5TQmpIjenjkRE2EZued2R1C3K-JiZ1r9jrRB8abkBTWiuP22nwWUEBDqsknbRjLYAkJ3GS8NSuVjj4jWj_m9q3GG/s400/April+2009+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348326427243204002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxSnKAtFIQQaBpfy2FrL8tIE_RJhDE7hLp6i4493P2hIrkI37JnCcGVLXT6CTrG-uhHYOpZrtiognBIbVfSKp-H-Owna8-zJT3mX5sCrE-13K4jefrdt6g4U3JHdoRn-UNp84asqY9ucT/s1600-h/April+2009+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxSnKAtFIQQaBpfy2FrL8tIE_RJhDE7hLp6i4493P2hIrkI37JnCcGVLXT6CTrG-uhHYOpZrtiognBIbVfSKp-H-Owna8-zJT3mX5sCrE-13K4jefrdt6g4U3JHdoRn-UNp84asqY9ucT/s400/April+2009+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348326815595800146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3xk8dhfgIq6QJnBefuvtnpGPR8CAx6AlP2yqH0vD8nzdTzvadaoAVk9adsUW0yXpstd7njWbCyAbM4VQgGbPmRlB9XbsnePtZPEv_v-D3bkz4El3aNmlVs9b97pJsAAotHwLUJ2l5-pJ/s1600-h/April+2009+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN3xk8dhfgIq6QJnBefuvtnpGPR8CAx6AlP2yqH0vD8nzdTzvadaoAVk9adsUW0yXpstd7njWbCyAbM4VQgGbPmRlB9XbsnePtZPEv_v-D3bkz4El3aNmlVs9b97pJsAAotHwLUJ2l5-pJ/s400/April+2009+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348326444106431026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyY1Zpygh5yH3tGsjbKNu_5QgvLIhNWBLYaOveJLkiF_Ov6QtOH2kZvLfdvvFQNzObWR23mwF-FFI2gGbAcNoqiHsB1fHj5XqBPJ2yL4d4gaanqfmczBQbwndtU0UALGzWVqSThdruxS_/s1600-h/April+2009+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyY1Zpygh5yH3tGsjbKNu_5QgvLIhNWBLYaOveJLkiF_Ov6QtOH2kZvLfdvvFQNzObWR23mwF-FFI2gGbAcNoqiHsB1fHj5XqBPJ2yL4d4gaanqfmczBQbwndtU0UALGzWVqSThdruxS_/s400/April+2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348326441441866130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8F34xET1ZT6TJ_iHld5w45WLVhC_UN96Cxnpj8FE5n1GK1prGy29meYO9AGTC_tpXgFNqM_16O_ivMEd_-p3SNAgA39nnfhfnG2pQMdR35xexAgxYnKV9rC5N9d67PkXj1rmZWFWLZAxi/s1600-h/April+2009+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8F34xET1ZT6TJ_iHld5w45WLVhC_UN96Cxnpj8FE5n1GK1prGy29meYO9AGTC_tpXgFNqM_16O_ivMEd_-p3SNAgA39nnfhfnG2pQMdR35xexAgxYnKV9rC5N9d67PkXj1rmZWFWLZAxi/s400/April+2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348326431710090802" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-40181232343962266052009-06-17T08:32:00.000-07:002009-06-17T08:48:09.086-07:00thoughts about my friend<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">I am </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">getting</span> MARRIED</span> in <span style="font-size:180%;">22<span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">days. How did that happen? I am so excited I can hardly stand it. We snuggle and smooch and hold hands in front of everyone. I am responsible for mass nausea of the public as of late. </span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">We love to be romantic and we love to laugh. We laugh when one of us farts. We brush our teeth together and end up rolling on the bathroom floor because someone drooled or gagged or something equally funny and gross. We smile at each other from across the room while I'm cooking dinner and he's writing a paper...always makes my stomach flip. He snuggles up to me when I feel like pouting or got my feelings hurt like only a moody, stressed out girl can. We ask each other for fashion advice, and we make fun of each other to no end sometimes. We talk about money and then give each other neck massages from the stress of all the money talk. We chat for hours about what to name our babies, why scary movies aren't allowed, what we should make for dinner tomorrow night, where we would like to serve a mission together one day, and how cute we think each other's funny faces and quirky habits are. Right now he's in class for ONE HOUR and I miss him.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjxhHCOFMTG1eXt75UwVvgLNPxLlXkgjABgjJgwnypeVY79pNbdMV7GR9MDWyeV4XhCL9uAmNuiaFaNTQNc4vTXwS1Vce3RI6IA1nMAwyer3p9UsSkspemJcjGtM7QOEpHcaBL2olfG7M/s1600-h/April+2009+016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJjxhHCOFMTG1eXt75UwVvgLNPxLlXkgjABgjJgwnypeVY79pNbdMV7GR9MDWyeV4XhCL9uAmNuiaFaNTQNc4vTXwS1Vce3RI6IA1nMAwyer3p9UsSkspemJcjGtM7QOEpHcaBL2olfG7M/s400/April+2009+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348323235598224050" border="0" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-34389700516037268932009-05-25T17:49:00.000-07:002009-05-25T17:51:19.024-07:00Remember This Anyone??<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6j8EiWIVZs">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6j8EiWIVZs</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-91439297551659435762009-04-12T15:03:00.000-07:002009-04-12T15:14:34.858-07:00Still AliveI apologize to all of the naggers for neglecting my blog for so long. Life is just so so so busy. And in spite of what I would like, I don't think it ever really slows down. SO...I promise (mostly to myself because who really cares if I blog regularly or not) to do a better job of posting on a more regular basis. So, to kick it off, I have some pictures of the sweetest, coolest, funniest person you'll probably ever meet. Gideon performed for open mic night a few weeks ago. He practiced his song for me, but when he got up on stage, he surprised me with "our song." If you want to know the song, you can ask me. But it was so cute and I sat googley-eyed with my hands on my cheeks, grinning ear to ear and telling everyone around me, "aw, this is OUR SONG!" They all told me I had the cutest boyfriend ever. I'd have to say I agree with them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuIEtr81-zvtKZLrHkQ90Vhq9Fn4iuG3YTKwWepMBt2KF3meYpu-fVJogLklaHUkdoQBrC1HmsIHd3Ovi0MbCbvIYwWT2IOvcujeVJoUtKrn1gIiorNyOS3OXoROtbhnr5eRV4B1ZALAU/s1600-h/gideonlove.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkuIEtr81-zvtKZLrHkQ90Vhq9Fn4iuG3YTKwWepMBt2KF3meYpu-fVJogLklaHUkdoQBrC1HmsIHd3Ovi0MbCbvIYwWT2IOvcujeVJoUtKrn1gIiorNyOS3OXoROtbhnr5eRV4B1ZALAU/s400/gideonlove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931501676842898" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GFBtNy6tTGbzFZUmkRl1sXwCeA7lhXNzmO2wW5XZs6bAOXomY5rgeDyNzL_D5ez_8KDsGVsHytrXlIaZPfrWntakc27DPzH87z9zbNuvK49dqzoZap7NqHZ6Cxicr5rCPX3Ssk7vxZgi/s1600-h/gid.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7GFBtNy6tTGbzFZUmkRl1sXwCeA7lhXNzmO2wW5XZs6bAOXomY5rgeDyNzL_D5ez_8KDsGVsHytrXlIaZPfrWntakc27DPzH87z9zbNuvK49dqzoZap7NqHZ6Cxicr5rCPX3Ssk7vxZgi/s400/gid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931499611047682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTD4CgUoQW95dWbzFDUsRRHCCDsEO2gHqXEhenb74erpC6uY8PcvYAkIQjquSE42oZi-onpdVsePOvvogKTZfETGp_nn3Sauv5dUbK99BOq2fSSQqEa2MUAkPpCCAmgIU0LcfsfCsCAor/s1600-h/gid2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpTD4CgUoQW95dWbzFDUsRRHCCDsEO2gHqXEhenb74erpC6uY8PcvYAkIQjquSE42oZi-onpdVsePOvvogKTZfETGp_nn3Sauv5dUbK99BOq2fSSQqEa2MUAkPpCCAmgIU0LcfsfCsCAor/s400/gid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931499163435202" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-52302949935997225022008-12-09T09:08:00.000-08:002008-12-09T09:09:27.108-08:00NEWHey music lovers. <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /> .Mark Pattinson.<span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span></span></span></span> <span style="font-size:78%;">check him out.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-89038049839568194042008-12-03T22:38:00.000-08:002008-12-03T22:44:53.105-08:00A Good DayOh, it was a good day.<br /><br />Today was wonderful because:<br /><div style="text-align: center;">I went to the temple<br /><br />I slept in 15 minutes later than I should have<br /><br />Free Cafe Rio<br /><br />I managed to pull off an ADORABLE haircut on this cute girl who looked 10 times better when she left than when she sat down in my chair. mmm. Good feeling.<br /><br />The "runner's high" hit me around mile 3 tonight. . .LOVED IT.<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-5438216077639079792008-12-01T20:34:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:36:29.520-08:00And The Number of The Day Is . . .<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">59 people. 59.<br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-71838952939937394802008-12-01T14:56:00.000-08:002008-12-01T14:58:06.359-08:00The FamilyI found these quotes on the Church's website (www.lds.org). There are so many more wonderful statements made in the media if you want to check it out. These two just really lifted my spirits and gave me hope that we live in a world where there is still some tolerance and respect for others and for a difference of opinions.<br /><br /><p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/crunchycon/2008/11/stand-by-the-mormons.html#more">Beliefnet.com — Rod Dreher: Stand By the Mormons</a> </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <i> “Now is the time for traditional Christians — Catholic, Protestant and Orthodox — to come to the aid of our Mormon friends. They put themselves on the front line of the traditional marriage battle like no other church group. And now individual Mormons are paying a terrible price for standing up for something we all believe in. I don't know how we can stand with them from afar, but at least we can thank them, and speak out when we see them being abused. We might also think again about how we view them. … I have deep disagreements with Mormon theology. But they are our friends and allies and fellow citizens, and they deserve our thanks and support.”</i> </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> </p> <p class="x_MsoNormal" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <a href="http://www.scriptoriumdaily.com/2008/11/05/california-and-thank-a-mormon-day/" target="_blank">John Mark Reynolds, Philosophy Professor at Biola University – California and Thank-a-Mormon Day</a> </p> <p class="x_MsoNormal" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <i>“In the battle for the family, however, traditional Christians have no better friends than the Mormon faithful. It would be wrong if that support were taken for granted. We are intolerant of the false attacks on Mormon faith and family. We stand with our Mormon friends in their right to express their views on the public square. We celebrate the areas, such as family values, where we agree. A heart felt thank you may not win points from other friends who demand one hundred percent agreement from their allies, but it is the decent and proper thing to do. Thank you to our Mormon friends and allies!”</i> </p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-7403965561701760032008-12-01T11:38:00.000-08:002008-12-01T11:45:28.002-08:00Things I Live For . . .<ul><li>Running</li><li>My Family<br /></li><li>Brand New Books That Smell Delicious</li><li>Sunday Naps</li><li>The Gospel<br /></li><li>Laughing Till Your Stomach Hurts<br /></li><li>Warm Summer Rain</li><li>Going Out To Eat (Preferably Sushi)<br /></li><li>Puppies</li><li>Friends Who Put Up Endlessly With Your Annoying Habits</li><li>The Mystery of Tomorrow</li><li>Babies</li><li>Amazing New Music<br /></li><li>Holding Hands With That Special Someone</li><li>Chocolate</li><li>Making Someone Smile </li><li>A Night At The Movies</li><li>Learning Something New<br /></li></ul>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-18162901608611787392008-11-23T23:17:00.000-08:002008-11-23T23:25:00.184-08:00Wedding Day<div style="text-align: center;">So Erinn got married. . . so I jumped in the car with my roommate and our friend Rob and we drove to Idaho for the weekend. Great trip! Everyone can use a little N'Sync and Britney Spears mixed with some good techno and a little bit of KC and Jo Jo. Let me tell ya, that makes for some GREAT dance moves.<br /><br /><br />The Beautiful Bride<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3guyp4BpPmiKtnRR_GeOKVI8fHVtKI8iKCzac9QjsqKacTWBOobRl81ZCyU97ILtClPhx2Gre8f2cZ2EQ3Q8LzCHtw766c7p0JkUMiq4Qe0FYqw2o00k9aTkJNcI2BZlRmhIaVQeSm5d/s1600-h/road+trip+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit3guyp4BpPmiKtnRR_GeOKVI8fHVtKI8iKCzac9QjsqKacTWBOobRl81ZCyU97ILtClPhx2Gre8f2cZ2EQ3Q8LzCHtw766c7p0JkUMiq4Qe0FYqw2o00k9aTkJNcI2BZlRmhIaVQeSm5d/s400/road+trip+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120731415101426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY2iJ-HXLwekIuM59zswR0NMgC7zogSSwr6Jo1qwgK0PrgOwXuSdh_ci9nrJGTayGkY7cpvoEcLqZmfs1H7tZLn1AUshBLoYr88fU0L06RjIQjtdhXyeTu_EpSyfT4_yPKVwx1MH9YkCg/s1600-h/road+trip+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkY2iJ-HXLwekIuM59zswR0NMgC7zogSSwr6Jo1qwgK0PrgOwXuSdh_ci9nrJGTayGkY7cpvoEcLqZmfs1H7tZLn1AUshBLoYr88fU0L06RjIQjtdhXyeTu_EpSyfT4_yPKVwx1MH9YkCg/s400/road+trip+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120725302556402" border="0" /></a>Marjie and I Singing In The Car<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv59DG2yizvoAup1PZqwvbe0q-dpFhmILD7_-aciT_GsljMBAAzQAutgMYArUnD5qPKwlfz2QZc6LGZLX8gae5BAq5QWjIV30awm3VLLh5AMZlE9plRRE5lQBpAparWIYso7dAQa3rZR59/s1600-h/road+trip+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv59DG2yizvoAup1PZqwvbe0q-dpFhmILD7_-aciT_GsljMBAAzQAutgMYArUnD5qPKwlfz2QZc6LGZLX8gae5BAq5QWjIV30awm3VLLh5AMZlE9plRRE5lQBpAparWIYso7dAQa3rZR59/s400/road+trip+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120711265751314" border="0" /></a>Gettin' All Cozy<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubCkcyYhCeu4PshiYt-9bQhEu89gqAQTurDTIwrFP1uf1BE11arWCs45KThicjtWVeBOUAtSSvtR1LLQWnTCndmj4HLN4h-uuEddwy6gkA8uoFR52WQiuQgtT6KwUEBqoDBaW0hYVdvZZ/s1600-h/road+trip+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhubCkcyYhCeu4PshiYt-9bQhEu89gqAQTurDTIwrFP1uf1BE11arWCs45KThicjtWVeBOUAtSSvtR1LLQWnTCndmj4HLN4h-uuEddwy6gkA8uoFR52WQiuQgtT6KwUEBqoDBaW0hYVdvZZ/s400/road+trip+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120707403691650" border="0" /></a>Rob Got To Ride With Us For 4 Hours!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQIBc7G7JfthSuiPr-BegHwpfzJoD8Tgr_4P7Ayaus3CNHWnXSs8poCskF7RfUQnR1A1vSQuf0VIouBqbJ0kJVeaddyfj586W-awQt13NbG4LQxKehnvKo_cF5iWlL7467OKkymDUTpjK/s1600-h/road+trip+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQIBc7G7JfthSuiPr-BegHwpfzJoD8Tgr_4P7Ayaus3CNHWnXSs8poCskF7RfUQnR1A1vSQuf0VIouBqbJ0kJVeaddyfj586W-awQt13NbG4LQxKehnvKo_cF5iWlL7467OKkymDUTpjK/s400/road+trip+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272120701157903858" border="0" /></a>Oh Road Trips. . .<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-66712724720325323432008-11-23T22:58:00.000-08:002008-11-23T23:14:26.833-08:00The Wall<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgialOcGRHvFwsMMkJ2wjvhNao1CH-_cP7P2tKHdq2JPxUSwc4OhTX67_Syv9sTscJrexyOQbFgtCKLeMfmLQOu-jV_hPfIp_J1TZNuzupA5-rtO8qcxGtqNDj43XA1Ec6UUmpF6zoCE2HV/s1600-h/road+trip+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgialOcGRHvFwsMMkJ2wjvhNao1CH-_cP7P2tKHdq2JPxUSwc4OhTX67_Syv9sTscJrexyOQbFgtCKLeMfmLQOu-jV_hPfIp_J1TZNuzupA5-rtO8qcxGtqNDj43XA1Ec6UUmpF6zoCE2HV/s400/road+trip+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117849985695938" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihF2Nx5a8lBiBlURuoQKcaufpzZc8a-wSlfJfRJTFbX4-veuMdhiBYHs5GoeozDUJKzF3B7BDy7jdgrtayz4u78IGN1grPXXp2Lmw2Cqlb42iEH5xecxREX7TtAAKaFnp0KfUR50Yk5RkB/s1600-h/road+trip+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihF2Nx5a8lBiBlURuoQKcaufpzZc8a-wSlfJfRJTFbX4-veuMdhiBYHs5GoeozDUJKzF3B7BDy7jdgrtayz4u78IGN1grPXXp2Lmw2Cqlb42iEH5xecxREX7TtAAKaFnp0KfUR50Yk5RkB/s400/road+trip+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117841934148978" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMeZtQcKkcd7BMmVVCZepUL5M8u1q4uZzRcQpJcrfkehuhOWdpWUf4g-T4JU7pPtbBDlShUVd0iYpPxqVcxnPaqO7t2_c_631llrJSZsXhD1la6WMFpc5bZOucbNilkyrhMXvXX8EicgN/s1600-h/road+trip+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMeZtQcKkcd7BMmVVCZepUL5M8u1q4uZzRcQpJcrfkehuhOWdpWUf4g-T4JU7pPtbBDlShUVd0iYpPxqVcxnPaqO7t2_c_631llrJSZsXhD1la6WMFpc5bZOucbNilkyrhMXvXX8EicgN/s400/road+trip+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272118767169331378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPbNCMWXFT_98YZ4YfeqzfVyJ2BKaV-jqg8mg1SDwEjr1h4fBGoNO4HEoKhyphenhypheniGDlSWkzev3Apr2sj5oWMk4xEL-Y65_JDDjVGZLb0ebTxkH3h77UNoHQk2UYQhi6xLMse1DtbHhJJEzal/s1600-h/road+trip+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPbNCMWXFT_98YZ4YfeqzfVyJ2BKaV-jqg8mg1SDwEjr1h4fBGoNO4HEoKhyphenhypheniGDlSWkzev3Apr2sj5oWMk4xEL-Y65_JDDjVGZLb0ebTxkH3h77UNoHQk2UYQhi6xLMse1DtbHhJJEzal/s400/road+trip+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117838518406738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XQeDTH1gdjvb89-qKU8oC5Di227rqYJykNZuRX6sfURjgbdMvY3Z182h_oUIsflVeVgn_xdnucQIHHQ1MVeDMlZfldIqHAxvISxz8TnpWwSo03kIKsAnxL2yOcDJ9iDPE1h2Z45ORCAk/s1600-h/road+trip+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XQeDTH1gdjvb89-qKU8oC5Di227rqYJykNZuRX6sfURjgbdMvY3Z182h_oUIsflVeVgn_xdnucQIHHQ1MVeDMlZfldIqHAxvISxz8TnpWwSo03kIKsAnxL2yOcDJ9iDPE1h2Z45ORCAk/s400/road+trip+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272117832969848034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Deep down in the corner of the basement of my grandparents house, lit by the perfect pull switch light that just adds that little something, rests THE WALL. Ever since I can remember, whenever we had a family gathering, we wrote on THE WALL. The cousins would sneak down and write funny things or a little memory of the event which was currently taking place in bright markers or crayons we found in grandma's kitchen somewhere. There are little pencil marks to show how tall each of the cousin's were each year. Little notes adorn THE WALL, like "Josh is a weenie" or "Family Reunion '99. So fun!" etc. I was back at my grandparents house a few weekends ago for my dearest cousin's wedding. We are only a year apart; we have always been so close. It was so strange to watch her take this big step in life; I couldn't help but wonder, "does this mean we're grown up now? If we can get married and be away from our families and our wall with all of our special notes on it?" So that night I crept into the basement to read the wall. There were scribbles and markings I hadn't noticed before; ones from my parents, my grandparents, aunts and uncles, that were so grown up from our little kid scribbles. It was such a contrast of adulthood and childhood all meshed into one big mosaic. I guess it just got me thinking about how much we all change and grow and learn, and that even though we sometimes don't think it will or can, things somehow change and we make it through the hard times and pass through the happy times even faster, and life just keeps on keepin on. But the one constant thing we have is our families. As the day of giving thanks approaches, I feel especially grateful for all of those people in my life who I am blessed enough to call family.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-46498075844899016622008-11-20T11:31:00.000-08:002008-11-20T11:40:02.497-08:00SICKWhat NOT To Eat When You're Sick:<br /><br />*Brownies<br /><br />* A Milkshake (even if you are burning up and it sounds so wonderful. It's isn't.)<br /><br />*A Hot Dog<br /><br />These are the only things I've tried in the past few days, except for homemade chicken noodle soup from my roommate which was delicious. And Orange Sorbet. That was sweet relief. Oh and my friend Rob sometimes comes over and shares his clementine oranges with me. THose are fabulous. I Think I'm stickin' to that combo from now on.<br /><br />Also noteworthy: The FOOD Network has this really cool cake cook-off show on every day that is so entertaining, and if you're ill to the point of delirium, you can still handle it. Also, Paula Dean's Southern Cookin is the best cooking show on the planet. I felt a little bit closer to Gideon as I watched the plump southern belle tell the whole network "And Mamma's Wearin FLip FLops!!" As she waved her furry flip flops on the front porch of her Savannah Georgia home.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-24029296747739460552008-11-13T17:47:00.000-08:002008-11-13T17:54:53.458-08:00TINY TINY TINY!!!<div style="text-align: center;">I found an article in PEOPLE magazine and it made me so so so happy. This girl is TINY!!! Her name is Jyoti Amge. Can you guess her age? You won't. This little Indian beauty is 14 YEARS OLD. I keep the article in my purse all the time in case I need a good laugh. So next time you think your life is hard, just think: At least I can reach the toilet seat.</div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7adJekwdMSgKgZWUUNCULunqGTDNCi9lD2sqGEJGaIUFiu9GN0rqvdeSPyNGfkfdcCtaYF6uV70QKdwe3qFjoaKGobsBMrlA7OAUVsV7ykodBKevNKRevAH1xwU1YlpNKTsyeEUaWvrxG/s1600-h/world20smallest20girl20jyoti20amge2020photo20picture5b35d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7adJekwdMSgKgZWUUNCULunqGTDNCi9lD2sqGEJGaIUFiu9GN0rqvdeSPyNGfkfdcCtaYF6uV70QKdwe3qFjoaKGobsBMrlA7OAUVsV7ykodBKevNKRevAH1xwU1YlpNKTsyeEUaWvrxG/s400/world20smallest20girl20jyoti20amge2020photo20picture5b35d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268325377064118754" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNZz6QeYF2Yy2dfa5v0TR2Rm3S5LFNBdCYwcAY5DIcI_vSYcjZjuNYv2fPHaL9whP9O3ygI7WA8aKrLAAxNrLL7YfYucR40qQ0FnYtY9pXOXPqMJT70_5-M5lwkp5AaF-CZzzEggBrHIA/s1600-h/worlds_smallest_girl_jyoti_amge_10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuNZz6QeYF2Yy2dfa5v0TR2Rm3S5LFNBdCYwcAY5DIcI_vSYcjZjuNYv2fPHaL9whP9O3ygI7WA8aKrLAAxNrLL7YfYucR40qQ0FnYtY9pXOXPqMJT70_5-M5lwkp5AaF-CZzzEggBrHIA/s400/worlds_smallest_girl_jyoti_amge_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268325393960364258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjcJNnhkJxzb0YW7nOMnfZ4YHCaff0ys_dgSf6fZzUPP62-Bb0xd2EgA9YSYMqEEq_dotHigfkTlsm_2JMX_HBPoaqP4o9BfJ8p2CD-if0rpo6bZlkMNZtrs6GEAC7gEUqhV_2P4LUzem/s1600-h/world+smallest+girl+Jyoti+Amge++family+photo+picture%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjcJNnhkJxzb0YW7nOMnfZ4YHCaff0ys_dgSf6fZzUPP62-Bb0xd2EgA9YSYMqEEq_dotHigfkTlsm_2JMX_HBPoaqP4o9BfJ8p2CD-if0rpo6bZlkMNZtrs6GEAC7gEUqhV_2P4LUzem/s400/world+smallest+girl+Jyoti+Amge++family+photo+picture%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268325391065470898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-2190689556734310252008-11-13T14:50:00.001-08:002008-11-13T15:09:55.764-08:00Halloween<div style="text-align: center;">Come on now people. Those of you who really know me. . . I'm sure you're not surprised that I was prego for Halloween. Truthfully, I just didn't feel like dressing up, so I shoved a hoodie in my shirt. But I did get more doors opened for me!<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIEWvnmZNKheGBPbvLJLY9vX8nWaD1vFsZKAfeIRqpphxCYAhe7lu4sR41EEvUrPGh-BjpCdOuiVDzC1KdnvoQldEhgCw2qt8xi7OXe2COYtvPgjr3kZLQ2353hCkkdBhyt-SZpKlc2GS/s1600-h/halloween+074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivIEWvnmZNKheGBPbvLJLY9vX8nWaD1vFsZKAfeIRqpphxCYAhe7lu4sR41EEvUrPGh-BjpCdOuiVDzC1KdnvoQldEhgCw2qt8xi7OXe2COYtvPgjr3kZLQ2353hCkkdBhyt-SZpKlc2GS/s400/halloween+074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268281205160964242" border="0" /></a>Me an April<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0iaUZLZaVaptqEc2lut2rWFt-8_2VTN7KEqzfOExOx0Nm_6BJtwMkIoN7pL3YQYHyZ8ipTISnI2-SnzVM78lcibfxso4axDNlsbQ8hkCC3LLOU0w5HI9KbrlzgEcn-eveO8UXswBtss5/s1600-h/halloween+071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD0iaUZLZaVaptqEc2lut2rWFt-8_2VTN7KEqzfOExOx0Nm_6BJtwMkIoN7pL3YQYHyZ8ipTISnI2-SnzVM78lcibfxso4axDNlsbQ8hkCC3LLOU0w5HI9KbrlzgEcn-eveO8UXswBtss5/s400/halloween+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268281193590392194" border="0" /></a>Me, Em, April<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">W<span style="font-size:100%;">e had a fashion show competition at school; the theme was THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE HAIRY. Our group won 2nd place! But these are some of my friend's work. Brilliant girls!</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9WMZ3tnN1RH_6HPp55jwIGGvLtzousDERDhP_7zbdgFX_rf_vqG0NJSXEuaQEL3rUYtfJm7rjfwbtNbG33QdG1OtF9H9S9MsCEqWvIFlOIo8T1F5CwVFNVAoPHo52bMM5LBkNuu01ln-/s1600-h/halloween+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg9WMZ3tnN1RH_6HPp55jwIGGvLtzousDERDhP_7zbdgFX_rf_vqG0NJSXEuaQEL3rUYtfJm7rjfwbtNbG33QdG1OtF9H9S9MsCEqWvIFlOIo8T1F5CwVFNVAoPHo52bMM5LBkNuu01ln-/s400/halloween+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268281188978035858" border="0" /></a>I almost ate Michelle's poisoned apple . . .<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66bEqmcPuAa27PZItTx_OcaWSR4GB2dp1BDZGsTJ8mwg3ucpro5y143G8Pnb63pKm53HN_qtvbXTBQwhpGFkW9zdsBxqaszl9b5zn4I-G7NttpL5dPo5iA7xIxRsGy8iPQLjtKTPU7OfD/s1600-h/halloween+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66bEqmcPuAa27PZItTx_OcaWSR4GB2dp1BDZGsTJ8mwg3ucpro5y143G8Pnb63pKm53HN_qtvbXTBQwhpGFkW9zdsBxqaszl9b5zn4I-G7NttpL5dPo5iA7xIxRsGy8iPQLjtKTPU7OfD/s400/halloween+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279089579378178" border="0" /></a>Edward Scissor Hands--They won 1st Place!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqvG4XvJarvEpj15D2xsgeNMHRg_SFn8bFHy6tBOrCI99WYKskYm8Mqm-gT64Z-7Xfdfo5HmqaSFcxKY5hyt5DlKcX2Gada5qsR0AuW1ov2b-93qJkYpl_gvj4qKFzMOdoEkl7v_VO19Z/s1600-h/halloween+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEqvG4XvJarvEpj15D2xsgeNMHRg_SFn8bFHy6tBOrCI99WYKskYm8Mqm-gT64Z-7Xfdfo5HmqaSFcxKY5hyt5DlKcX2Gada5qsR0AuW1ov2b-93qJkYpl_gvj4qKFzMOdoEkl7v_VO19Z/s400/halloween+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279081573178034" border="0" /></a>If you think this is scary . . . she was a boy for a dance party and actually looked legit. Creepy.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr-cGrCtIAXXqgGmy-z5EJQdcEzzhrO8rxZqF547t3wMyxQZQAehzdeszPIz128ZJyls9xMt1DkuWC2YQwuXBsH7QHGfHCEf08MfS32ECIka-JHJf4Yf3trqasJyGxKW4wiY-Z9nxrk2E/s1600-h/halloween+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIr-cGrCtIAXXqgGmy-z5EJQdcEzzhrO8rxZqF547t3wMyxQZQAehzdeszPIz128ZJyls9xMt1DkuWC2YQwuXBsH7QHGfHCEf08MfS32ECIka-JHJf4Yf3trqasJyGxKW4wiY-Z9nxrk2E/s400/halloween+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279073401944898" border="0" /></a>My HILARIOUS instructor Carolyn. In case you can't tell, she's princess Fiona as an Ogre.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLYJOuVqdvVTch2a8Tl8lJD-eav-p6g7I96IkkhvC_Zyl5OelH6R_ozQ6JaH1acVUNz7nNyOfKb6D4HNd5OsggKcajjDm9HrFU1BM8tLv0OCsyxE-Wv5bID1w13EApEdpUystMZxuJ1FQ/s1600-h/halloween+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQLYJOuVqdvVTch2a8Tl8lJD-eav-p6g7I96IkkhvC_Zyl5OelH6R_ozQ6JaH1acVUNz7nNyOfKb6D4HNd5OsggKcajjDm9HrFU1BM8tLv0OCsyxE-Wv5bID1w13EApEdpUystMZxuJ1FQ/s400/halloween+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279068439555442" border="0" /></a>Me and Baily! She's a gem.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGry0UE61xcmt6l4JppreNAHdJgLQ2Xctvp1QfqQZ2ODxakuRzkWnky4VFZVTribQL6jlG1dNDo2vkZPK639NzpIncdrq_HeMdunTlCWpXw7ROaegW8YW5GBCrxZCN2HL_h9nweyV_YeLp/s1600-h/halloween+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGry0UE61xcmt6l4JppreNAHdJgLQ2Xctvp1QfqQZ2ODxakuRzkWnky4VFZVTribQL6jlG1dNDo2vkZPK639NzpIncdrq_HeMdunTlCWpXw7ROaegW8YW5GBCrxZCN2HL_h9nweyV_YeLp/s400/halloween+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268279063715626034" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-24326444825592147212008-11-13T10:15:00.000-08:002008-11-13T11:06:28.920-08:00Home Sick<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEhyphenhyphenxvoiTeJ4fwPw97RBH-4-uKufFjlih5bf-8kKHazPOfy1PfgOeLftf_vwmye8blTNcFdZeEJByOOnyszJwBv6zrPFy9e-ysFdpzXQoqiovr5wodR-kIZocsJaQdI0fRYzsYVrh4Lk9/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguEhyphenhyphenxvoiTeJ4fwPw97RBH-4-uKufFjlih5bf-8kKHazPOfy1PfgOeLftf_vwmye8blTNcFdZeEJByOOnyszJwBv6zrPFy9e-ysFdpzXQoqiovr5wodR-kIZocsJaQdI0fRYzsYVrh4Lk9/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268218874640330802" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So. . . . I'm home sick. Sort of. It's complicated. Which means, time for a post. First on the agenda of important things to shout to the online world:<br />GIDEON COMES HOME IN <span style="font-size:180%;">11 </span>WEEKS. E-L-E-V-E-N. When he first left, I made a jar full of M&Ms (730) and I was supposed to eat one every day until he came home. (That was TOTALLY Gideon's idea by the way-he said his uncle did it??) Anyways. About 3 weeks after he left I couldn't look at that stupid jar FULL of millions of M&Ms, so me and my roommates and Jared ate them all in one night. Now I can't believe he is coming home so soon. The whole situation is kind of. . surreal. . .<br /><br />In my head, it's like I had this awesome dream one time that I met this amazing guy, and he was my best friend EVER. Then I woke up from the dream, but I couldn't forget about the boy in my dream. He's like my imaginary friend. Sometimes, when I get a letter, it's like he's alive and real. Then he's jut pretend again. And I keep hoping he'll come back to life but it feels like he never will. The idea of seeing him and talking to him FACE to FACE is unreal. Don't get me wrong; this is all a very good, happy, excited wierdness that i'm feelin'.<br /><br />11 weeks is . . .<br /><br />1 MORE OIL CHANGE<br /><br />2 MORE FAST SUNDAYS<br /><br />3 MORE VISITING TEACHING VISITS<br /><br />6 LAUNDRY DAYS<br /><br />2 MORE RENT PAYMENTS<br /><br />5 MORE PAYCHECKS<br /><br />1 MORE BIRTHDAY<br /><br />1 MORE THANKSGIVING<br /><br />1 MORE CHRISTMAS<br /><br />1 MORE NEW YEARS<br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrT_brbk816niaI1z5PGC8bDv2ostDU1iM2wfu4nOvjgsHRPMhMBbeBzWHGdtApixEZ2hEU1ieI8Z8togNAnB73xKFBzJ20nzHhHVkhWRLIAiHRC4-Vrdpz7_OSA_9Q9KWCJT9kl0nGZ1/s1600-h/katie+and+gideon.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQrT_brbk816niaI1z5PGC8bDv2ostDU1iM2wfu4nOvjgsHRPMhMBbeBzWHGdtApixEZ2hEU1ieI8Z8togNAnB73xKFBzJ20nzHhHVkhWRLIAiHRC4-Vrdpz7_OSA_9Q9KWCJT9kl0nGZ1/s400/katie+and+gideon.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268214053951432738" border="0" /></a>Asleep at Hannah and Sean's<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1-0WOBihajvesShyphenhyphenZtlCngagdUhVLzSPg8aFxaaeirHGhPFpFYcygoQROWN8pOa0eQxCG2Rew31cZP9THiwZ-nvAIp1GXjC6GJ9P6hyphenhyphent6RzryxXzxtzAqFlDo4IzApS1UZjd7H5kfBgo/s1600-h/Pix+of+Gideon+022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD1-0WOBihajvesShyphenhyphenZtlCngagdUhVLzSPg8aFxaaeirHGhPFpFYcygoQROWN8pOa0eQxCG2Rew31cZP9THiwZ-nvAIp1GXjC6GJ9P6hyphenhyphent6RzryxXzxtzAqFlDo4IzApS1UZjd7H5kfBgo/s400/Pix+of+Gideon+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268213469933285202" border="0" /></a>Mission Call. . . I'm on the phone.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgJVAJFB7_IpyoPJQm5P6F-XUdBgHfMm2zaVBngZYUsSVcUdLLqE5BFGCnHqZ6sg6P_BcU76oduz4aL7SgNSM6HSV5OFEgHT34xHhZid_cmZLmCJ6IsBUfV5dKMf8IuwZNex3OYKJ_5EY/s1600-h/Pix+of+Gideon+063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgJVAJFB7_IpyoPJQm5P6F-XUdBgHfMm2zaVBngZYUsSVcUdLLqE5BFGCnHqZ6sg6P_BcU76oduz4aL7SgNSM6HSV5OFEgHT34xHhZid_cmZLmCJ6IsBUfV5dKMf8IuwZNex3OYKJ_5EY/s400/Pix+of+Gideon+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268213464337154914" border="0" /></a>Our date night right before we cleaned the boy's apartment for hours!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuRcklwKZ9xe6wkdWL2RFexDbUIjr0770j4d2-ymMIz0xEP5UADOP2pt5KX1p8aMnDwvyrhXsP6TeEz6zh0taeFbPvlPhS7UqFafRfGZikrQz2WqU3frBmsMwk2LlX_Fy42jg9tH0_y6Z/s1600-h/Katie+and+Gideon%27s+First+Christmas3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCuRcklwKZ9xe6wkdWL2RFexDbUIjr0770j4d2-ymMIz0xEP5UADOP2pt5KX1p8aMnDwvyrhXsP6TeEz6zh0taeFbPvlPhS7UqFafRfGZikrQz2WqU3frBmsMwk2LlX_Fy42jg9tH0_y6Z/s400/Katie+and+Gideon%27s+First+Christmas3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268213455234211234" border="0" /></a>My house for Christmas!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSAxnHyDQx1hS_gmH-T1OqidFu-sivNFoc9AgDsypbIp_ZrGKIxTtXDXtW6AkkQEfLC5ULOBxCalDlnJza1kvikGp2iJOFrwvhHJZ2z1xYPz7eVIcfrVhQk4xyiLmbfbhyPtFuYUoVTw1/s1600-h/gidshotpic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVSAxnHyDQx1hS_gmH-T1OqidFu-sivNFoc9AgDsypbIp_ZrGKIxTtXDXtW6AkkQEfLC5ULOBxCalDlnJza1kvikGp2iJOFrwvhHJZ2z1xYPz7eVIcfrVhQk4xyiLmbfbhyPtFuYUoVTw1/s400/gidshotpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268213450511666562" border="0" /></a>Mission<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />I think me and Gid probably have some of the funniest memories ever. Can't wait to get that kid home!!!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-92002483166345607382008-11-03T20:57:00.000-08:002008-11-03T21:04:07.849-08:00BREAKFAST!!So in an effort to ditch a couple of pounds, I have been eating these actually WONDERFUL frozen meals called Smart Ones. They're from weight watchers. And although I don't do the whole points thing, I feel healthier when I stick with these. But I have been living off of oatmeal every day for breakfast. It's GOOD, but I needed a little change. Well, these babies changed my life!! They taste 10 TIMES BETTER than the Egg McMuffin from McDonald's. (The only thing I eat there BTW, besides the yogurt which is not made there and is therefore safe.) Anyways, they're only 220 calories apiece and So YUMMY and FILLING! Try em!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOxY5joN3cVg-BdeQlyuqmi6sCpsMN_RMKWzk3UvO-ycxZKDqYVZpOIiVxRuL8QV7OroAnfaUQObs8DYbQJnHG6HtppmX4wbQuk5GyyOJ13YU7N0HUwSaZTLNvhkPn1gtyOKhy5phusmD/s1600-h/smartonesbreakfast.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOxY5joN3cVg-BdeQlyuqmi6sCpsMN_RMKWzk3UvO-ycxZKDqYVZpOIiVxRuL8QV7OroAnfaUQObs8DYbQJnHG6HtppmX4wbQuk5GyyOJ13YU7N0HUwSaZTLNvhkPn1gtyOKhy5phusmD/s400/smartonesbreakfast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264663652180127298" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-1357993993313881552008-10-24T14:55:00.001-07:002008-10-24T14:59:48.085-07:00The Truth About Barack Obama and BabiesPLEASE WATCH THIS VIDEO BEFORE YOU VOTE.<br /><br />If you aren't already aware, Barack Obama supports abortion rights and infanticide. I'm not sure why we would elect him to run our country, but I won't be surprised if he wins. He is a very smart, articulate man. In other words: He's a smooth talker. Who does that remind you of? Perhaps the one man who managed to single handedly lead a country into years of mass murder and destruction; also called the Holocaust. Just something to think about. <br /><br /><object width="518" height="419"><param name="movie" value="http://www.eyeblast.tv/public/eyeblast.swf?v=e4uzuz8zaG"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.eyeblast.tv/public/eyeblast.swf?v=e4uzuz8zaG" allowfullscreen="true" width="518" height="419"></embed></object>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-91377567912373737662008-10-20T11:40:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:49:48.971-07:00What a Weekend!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi732OUG8UmHvDoUKEKBFyG4bfw9oJDsqL1C7JJb_BAsrfAD4lHfM-RRLXaeNtB1f8fqHFoLFZVFLvW3iKkrAM8jOvxSfkWdWPU2D3sAocHtyqRy5BAiCcqFdZsviqT9RhAmhK2nxECzoIR/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+039.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi732OUG8UmHvDoUKEKBFyG4bfw9oJDsqL1C7JJb_BAsrfAD4lHfM-RRLXaeNtB1f8fqHFoLFZVFLvW3iKkrAM8jOvxSfkWdWPU2D3sAocHtyqRy5BAiCcqFdZsviqT9RhAmhK2nxECzoIR/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309948685985954" border="0" /></a><br />Friday was our competition day at school . . .<br /><br />My group consisted of myself, my friend Baily and Christian. The theme was Disney/Pixar, and we had to dress up one of us like the character of our choice. So we chose the little old man (Jane's Dad) from Tarzan. We won second place! I think we did a pretty good job, he looked so real!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxNXav77sCdoLfSmnsyy-jYaxhj5W-Pkd3expsy7nhiokD5EZZQe-7K9A0g5monbAgYsebJM6kHUmNPVZb9Qk4v7S9XowQc3oIGHjTIbogOCQ0A90O09WwO4NSMX1lBCIwCqK9i07iyhh/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXxNXav77sCdoLfSmnsyy-jYaxhj5W-Pkd3expsy7nhiokD5EZZQe-7K9A0g5monbAgYsebJM6kHUmNPVZb9Qk4v7S9XowQc3oIGHjTIbogOCQ0A90O09WwO4NSMX1lBCIwCqK9i07iyhh/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309108754949074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezKqE2hg4kGUQIV6dhTnxyuk5P1epC66j6KXDC0Np2rYkqkSVGascuxU6ypFctHjH46dUFtGJEyj1nOvVuDpMqbb4jy6heRFlcNOANQRtrHA_1KoRKUeeY0Mze4sUvfBFL1-IBHoW09lv/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezKqE2hg4kGUQIV6dhTnxyuk5P1epC66j6KXDC0Np2rYkqkSVGascuxU6ypFctHjH46dUFtGJEyj1nOvVuDpMqbb4jy6heRFlcNOANQRtrHA_1KoRKUeeY0Mze4sUvfBFL1-IBHoW09lv/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309089682012306" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT0DH_B6ETxpjYx-DamrSzhHadMwgexcuXQyTvDnDioXfMediEkc_VnaPOwCM_8Cnt1D4y8POk40Fdb8GqHHAb-_Zy45XnpXaOw9Ae5_ZoylPOZjkGw1vC4ZV6_xPcCW9xkab5vsg0kDW/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigT0DH_B6ETxpjYx-DamrSzhHadMwgexcuXQyTvDnDioXfMediEkc_VnaPOwCM_8Cnt1D4y8POk40Fdb8GqHHAb-_Zy45XnpXaOw9Ae5_ZoylPOZjkGw1vC4ZV6_xPcCW9xkab5vsg0kDW/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309092564066530" border="0" /></a>Friday night. . .<br /><br />Zach and Caitlin and baby Jonah were in a super bad car accident. It was so scary waiting to find out if they were all ok or not! But luckily, they were all safe. It's always good to have things put into perspective for you a little bit. Love you guys!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn9aJyb1kfovg1AQol3zQZmhlo_Hk9-oWMH3yZAJo8N2KcMx7yXcbgoGNeb3sRCPLb41MgMyTwkKiSgpBWMsI5BsiSSOY8A_qNTZE78-31vRv60X20zvIY_8Z6EqFWPGP6zjO0iUWZo6u/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTn9aJyb1kfovg1AQol3zQZmhlo_Hk9-oWMH3yZAJo8N2KcMx7yXcbgoGNeb3sRCPLb41MgMyTwkKiSgpBWMsI5BsiSSOY8A_qNTZE78-31vRv60X20zvIY_8Z6EqFWPGP6zjO0iUWZo6u/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309113519260738" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTC_v6UV5A9Q8-7OEW-Om2lvXHRdgDuuupldvgi5rbaPWguqIfb-WAUNEsy7ipASqfVwTiYjyieJEMrePewYul_cxUvLRN4ASSu0XrcueHxZj9oL5FLIrAIgE-ZYWB9aryPX_wBwUHZiv/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbTC_v6UV5A9Q8-7OEW-Om2lvXHRdgDuuupldvgi5rbaPWguqIfb-WAUNEsy7ipASqfVwTiYjyieJEMrePewYul_cxUvLRN4ASSu0XrcueHxZj9oL5FLIrAIgE-ZYWB9aryPX_wBwUHZiv/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259309122726077682" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2472574158812535687.post-41443580778010305422008-10-20T11:34:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:39:48.564-07:00New Hair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFGuEYhF7WBrB_MVEXQyENmIFuBZu3ghpAm2_ZfqdHkG6_HkItfb_wH3pwedJO12AZXezq53enxEj1PjQ89HfQkukbio1JV-bEHUh2wKZNq3qH7FgguYyVfnu_vJnO9-QJ2Ikq9ibE9yy/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFGuEYhF7WBrB_MVEXQyENmIFuBZu3ghpAm2_ZfqdHkG6_HkItfb_wH3pwedJO12AZXezq53enxEj1PjQ89HfQkukbio1JV-bEHUh2wKZNq3qH7FgguYyVfnu_vJnO9-QJ2Ikq9ibE9yy/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307234928744050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYbSx8uV1oxaK9AJcb5Vga-RlR-zAqmE2W_Q0b7SIikbUFjGDuaxCfP01ho8mOEM1tdGzapN7FjoQpYyarBg9zUCqEKG4hICBAjo3TcYV-XK62N1tugE8Yrz_uBbo7QdQfCHihyphenhyphenvhaG9l/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYbSx8uV1oxaK9AJcb5Vga-RlR-zAqmE2W_Q0b7SIikbUFjGDuaxCfP01ho8mOEM1tdGzapN7FjoQpYyarBg9zUCqEKG4hICBAjo3TcYV-XK62N1tugE8Yrz_uBbo7QdQfCHihyphenhyphenvhaG9l/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307245593328210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw33t7I3XfCeB518vsi14GEHPlyLr9JIDo90eNrqNXB8XIoc553qHrkdmo5Ffmy5BrVg6AisGqjguiodNc2QUGNbKMUj4WoUsRvDHYkwBk1YNfXs8RTMAkRdAutccqJ-iy9xZqOg6K2Fj9/s1600-h/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw33t7I3XfCeB518vsi14GEHPlyLr9JIDo90eNrqNXB8XIoc553qHrkdmo5Ffmy5BrVg6AisGqjguiodNc2QUGNbKMUj4WoUsRvDHYkwBk1YNfXs8RTMAkRdAutccqJ-iy9xZqOg6K2Fj9/s400/OCTOBER+WAS+FAST%21+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259307260002285618" border="0" /></a><br />I only made it 6 weeks into school until I couldn't fight it any longer; I had to cut my hair. I'll probably end up putting extensions in soon enough anyways. :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439334406504400800noreply@blogger.com2