<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550</id><updated>2011-06-18T04:51:19.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David, Meghan and soon to be Marlee!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5880962062970418309</id><published>2009-03-16T03:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T03:15:41.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I am starting a new blog because i did something to this one that wont let me do a lot of things like a regular one can....so the new one is  lifewithmarlee.blogspot.com ill be posting there from now on and hopefully i can learn how to combine the two.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5880962062970418309?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5880962062970418309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5880962062970418309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5880962062970418309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5880962062970418309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-759017109606256555</id><published>2009-02-11T01:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:17:18.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David is in practice to be a daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIvlE5zkI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xfKhUcSr2os/s1600-h/102_7253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIvlE5zkI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xfKhUcSr2os/s320/102_7253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301450062356401730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIvqAuf6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/SZSQSWBmx9Q/s1600-h/102_7254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIvqAuf6I/AAAAAAAAAv0/SZSQSWBmx9Q/s320/102_7254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301450063681060770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIi1g4NuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/0Fw5YA007oI/s1600-h/102_7252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIi1g4NuI/AAAAAAAAAvs/0Fw5YA007oI/s320/102_7252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301449843430405858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIio_MEKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3CiNTr1fbXU/s1600-h/102_7251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIio_MEKI/AAAAAAAAAvk/3CiNTr1fbXU/s320/102_7251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301449840067874978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIT28VmQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZYL2QenO8oM/s1600-h/102_7273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIT28VmQI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ZYL2QenO8oM/s320/102_7273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301449586115975426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided it was time to set up the crib to make sure it fit in our bedroom. David got a set of tools for christmas from my little brother so he was excited to finally have something to use them on. It wasnt too hard to put together, even tho I just watched and read the instructions to him :) It was the first thing David got to do for his baby Marlee!!&lt;br /&gt;And the bottom picture is our new car seat for her. It is a stroller/car seat deal but we havnt put together the stroller yet. Thanks mom! We LOVE it, its green and it fits us perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;Now all we need is a little baby....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-759017109606256555?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/759017109606256555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=759017109606256555&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/759017109606256555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/759017109606256555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/02/david-is-in-practice-to-be-daddy.html' title='David is in practice to be a daddy!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKIvlE5zkI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xfKhUcSr2os/s72-c/102_7253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-3406653631712233224</id><published>2009-02-11T01:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:11:16.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starlett turns 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGOIDS0YI/AAAAAAAAAvU/C8f2TLqN8i8/s1600-h/102_7265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGOIDS0YI/AAAAAAAAAvU/C8f2TLqN8i8/s320/102_7265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447288606085506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGGsNqc5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/x5ku9Plj5fY/s1600-h/102_7264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGGsNqc5I/AAAAAAAAAvM/x5ku9Plj5fY/s320/102_7264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447160874300306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGGW6dFYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QcwHGIEAcSg/s1600-h/102_7263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGGW6dFYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/QcwHGIEAcSg/s320/102_7263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301447155156587906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this will be short so Teresa can do the big post about this party.  Star had a bday party at Chuck E Cheese on Friday. David and I showed up a little early and ended up waiting FOREVER for every one else to show up late.&lt;br /&gt;This was also the day of the blue and gold banquet dinner I was in charge of planning. I didnt really do much at all and didnt need to be there during the dinner so I went in set up and came to the party!&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun watching how over whelmed Star got at everything she could do, while Rain drug her and threw her on everything she could. David decided to put her on this clock ride it just goes in circles. At first she was terrified, but in the end she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night my favorite thing was helping Rain figure out what she could get with her tickets and how many of each thing she could get. She got mostly candy and each one was supposed to be 40 tickets and she only had enough for 3 pieces, but the girl handing out the prizes would just pick up handfuls of each thing she wanted and drop it on the counter. After we told the girl all Rain wanted there was a huge pile sitting there. Rain knew she didnt really have enough for that giant pile and wasnt sure if she could take it all, so she slowly one by one started grabbing them and kept looking around like she was about to get in trouble. That made me laugh for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun even tho Chuck E Cheese is super over priced and waaay too small for the amount of people they shove in there. Next time we go on a weekday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-3406653631712233224?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/3406653631712233224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=3406653631712233224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3406653631712233224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3406653631712233224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/02/starlett-turns-2.html' title='Starlett turns 2!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKGOIDS0YI/AAAAAAAAAvU/C8f2TLqN8i8/s72-c/102_7265.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-2672448106347754217</id><published>2009-02-11T00:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:01:02.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready for baby showers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKEs1mSRoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yzg5awsmags/s1600-h/102_7261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKEs1mSRoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yzg5awsmags/s320/102_7261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445617205266050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKEs2gq0lI/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnDipFmAj3A/s1600-h/102_7260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKEs2gq0lI/AAAAAAAAAu0/GnDipFmAj3A/s320/102_7260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301445617450144338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My momma is planning me a shower on the 28th. She is miss craft when it comes to these type of things so of course no store bought or ordered invitations would do. We hand made them which turned out to be a big pain in the butt! She recruited me one night after her first attempt failed, but we got them done!&lt;br /&gt;My step mom is also throwing me a shower on the 21st but I havnt really been involved in any of the planning or anything other than gathering addresses for the invitations. The best part of this all so far was registering at Baby's R Us with David. We took a lot of time, and put waaay too much on the registery, but hey hopefully people will just think we need a lot and buy us more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-2672448106347754217?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/2672448106347754217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=2672448106347754217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2672448106347754217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2672448106347754217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-ready-for-baby-showers.html' title='Getting ready for baby showers!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKEs1mSRoI/AAAAAAAAAu8/yzg5awsmags/s72-c/102_7261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-7946351526653694988</id><published>2009-02-11T00:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:55:32.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My bravest post EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKDFVXvRAI/AAAAAAAAAus/CO94kTOTZrI/s1600-h/102_7268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKDFVXvRAI/AAAAAAAAAus/CO94kTOTZrI/s320/102_7268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443839027790850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKC7FZtFEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/90TStqTwu8A/s1600-h/102_7271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKC7FZtFEI/AAAAAAAAAuk/90TStqTwu8A/s320/102_7271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443662942377026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKC6_xH6KI/AAAAAAAAAuc/U6XU2AbJ_I0/s1600-h/102_7272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKC6_xH6KI/AAAAAAAAAuc/U6XU2AbJ_I0/s320/102_7272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301443661429991586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here you have it. I always imagined when I got pregnant that I would have a cute perfect Tiana belly. Nope. For the rest of us this is what a baby does. Im really glad that in the pictures you cant really see my hair..I have black hair so any that popped up makes my belly look like a gorilla or something.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting bigger by the day and my stretch marks keep getting darker. You can see the ones in the bottom picture on the under belly part, they are almost black! I have a few on my sides that just came in and they are also the almost black nasty color.&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting cocoa butter, the palmers lotion (if that is what its called) on twice a day and still....I get to look like this! The lotion does help to fade them out a little, they all started out really dark purple and now they are fading more of a shiny pink, except for the new ones.&lt;br /&gt;So Tiana I dont want to hear any more complaining about your 3 clear marks you have now!! I just hope I can sneak by the rest of my time with what I have now. I dont know where any more of them could possibly come in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-7946351526653694988?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/7946351526653694988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=7946351526653694988&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7946351526653694988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7946351526653694988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-bravest-post-ever.html' title='My bravest post EVER'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKDFVXvRAI/AAAAAAAAAus/CO94kTOTZrI/s72-c/102_7268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6373398906634049201</id><published>2009-02-11T00:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:29:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl/Rock Band Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKAT1dQm4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/yfkQoh7pCOA/s1600-h/102_7257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKAT1dQm4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/yfkQoh7pCOA/s320/102_7257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301440789624167298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKAIEGySRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6PSTnMYl7DE/s1600-h/102_7259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKAIEGySRI/AAAAAAAAAuM/6PSTnMYl7DE/s320/102_7259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301440587398007058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For super bowl sunday we went up to the Great Life building where they set up the game in one of the rooms on their giant projector screen. In another room on another projector was the game rock band. Its almost exactly like guitar hero but they have drums, 2 guitars and a microphone so its like your a real band. We watched the first half of the game because the room was really comfy, they took all the couches in their and people brought all kinds of junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Then at half time after the horrible performance of who ever that old guy was...we played rock band! it was fun, they had lights set up and a fog machine so people could feel like they were really on a stage in a band.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that kind of ruined the day was some lady who came up to me while I was playing and said that I needed to leave because my baby was going to be deaf. I smiled thinking she was joking and she wasnt. She was glaring at me the rest of the time she was in there. We were about to leave anyway but even if we werent I think I would have. I HATE overly paranoid moms like that who think they are right about everything and push it onto other moms. My baby loves music and she was dancing the rest of the night, for hours after we left. I was not worried one bit about her little ears, I know she will be fine and she will just come out ready to dance and sing with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6373398906634049201?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6373398906634049201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6373398906634049201&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6373398906634049201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6373398906634049201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowlrock-band-party.html' title='Super Bowl/Rock Band Party'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SZKAT1dQm4I/AAAAAAAAAuU/yfkQoh7pCOA/s72-c/102_7257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-1922893931962045092</id><published>2009-01-28T13:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:22:20.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;All my dreams right now are about scary things, but instead of being afraid my head makes fun of everything happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anything I have craved I only eat for about a week, then I dont want it again, ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am only 10 lbs heavier than I was when I started this pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I always watch my tv shows on the internet because I never remember when they are on tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;5.   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The day of the week my bday is on, is the same day of the week my moms bday is on. Marlees due date fits into that pattern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;6. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I want to go to hair school this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I can read an entire book in one day if it is a good one, but I rarely find any good ones so I have now started maybe a dozen and never finished them because I cant pay attention to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am almost legally blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;9. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The sound of crinkling paper or wrappers drives me nuts, I want to attack people who are doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;10. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My belly is moving right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;11. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Peanut butter and Jelly is my favorite snack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;12. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love using the internet to pass time, but never find anything to do on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;13. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love to go on long drives to no where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;14. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I dream of going on a vacation, but I never know where I would go. I would be good with anywhere i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;15. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anytime I get together with my family all we talk about are old stories of growing up together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;16. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;David sleeps too much when I want to go out and do things....like right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;17. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My mind is too all over the place to do this right now, I have now been thinking of things for almost 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;18. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I sing the 5 dollar foot long subway song almost everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;19. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I refuse to drink tap water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;20. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I wish I could take a nice warm bath, I havnt had one since our wedding anniversary. Dont take your bath tubs for granted because I would kill for one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;21. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My house is at 68 degrees and I am melting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;22. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I put chapstick on at least 15 times a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;23. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I know nothing about this blogging thing other than where to type and how to post it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;24. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My baby shower invitations went out today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;25. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am going to wake up David now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I dont have 25 people to tag, so everyone who reads this and wants to do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-1922893931962045092?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/1922893931962045092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=1922893931962045092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1922893931962045092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1922893931962045092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-tag.html' title='25 Random Things Tag'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6333996675732994449</id><published>2009-01-27T11:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:12:46.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. What song do you sing the most when you're alone?&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I dont have a song I sing all the time, usually it is something I heard that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. What is the last thing you remember dreaming about? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Taco bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 3. Do you hate getting muddy? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Usually, but sometimes it is fun to just go jump in puddles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you self-conscious about the way you eat? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Im trying to eat healthy for the baby, and I was doing really good but once I hit             30 weeks I just craved too much junk to keep up the healthy stuff very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;5. How many people have a nickname for you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    no one really? Well I guess my family has nicknames for everyone but my grama is the only one who still uses it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Which child are you? (1st, 2nd, last, etc.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to be scared? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I loved it before I got prego, now it hurts my belly too much to jump at scary things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does wasting time annoy you? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes, but its all I do anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Non-believer or believer? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Believer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite composer? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I dont think I have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite fabric? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;for clothes 100% cotton, but blankets and stuff anything soft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like reading out loud? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I hate it, I am a pretty fast reader, but when I read out loud it slows me down so I feel like Im slower than I really am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are people sick of hearing you talk about? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Prob me being prego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Ergonomic or Standard keyboard? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I think the ergonomic one is the one thats cut in half and turned sideways, it hurts my wrist and messes up my typing, so standard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy or straight? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Straight as a bone, its difficult to get it to curl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do your eyes change color? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope Im full of poop all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you break the speed limit? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Nope I never drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's your nervous habit? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;popping my knuckles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's worse: Spiders or Cockroaches? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A cockroach if i found it in my own house, but I have never even seen one, so spiders because they can jump and bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Most mundane thing in your life? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Right now is eating, its pretty much the only guarenteed thing of my day and the food at my house just isnt cutting it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. Do you like the way you look? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Not right now, I am the fattest I have ever been in my life and I keep finding new stretch marks and I think my nose looks bigger.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you dodge questions like #21? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you a 'rubbernecker'? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;YES I get to be I am always the passenger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you get faint when you see blood? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Usually, but I am getting better at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Can you smell your own perfume/cologne? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ever since getting pregnant I cant stomach the smell of perfume or cologne, so I dont wear it and I run when David sprays it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like grapefruit? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;With enough sugar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you good at taking care of plants? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;No, the sun only shines in one spot in our apt so they dont live very long here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How many people are you comfortable saying "I love you" to? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pretty much anyone in my life at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;29. Do you play video games? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Not really, occasionally Nintendo with David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Which famous person do you most identify with? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;None of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you prefer to be hot or cold? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well I prefer to be a comfortable warm, but my temperature is so high right now the house is at 60 and I am comfortable. Every one else is yelling at me because they are freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. What do you collect? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I dont collect anything, maybe blankets cuz I have a lot of them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;33. How would you spend $100,000? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Pay off all our debt, move into a bigger place above ground, and buy Marlee some really sweet stuff. Save the rest or learn how to invest it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you remember faces or names better? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If you were a different race, what would you choose to be? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I like my race, maybe I would just make me 100% instead of 50.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you worry about politics? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I pay attention to the important things, but dont really care for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If your life were controlled by a steering wheel, how many people's hands are on it? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Both of mine, and one of Davids. I am a big girl and can make my own decisions, but include David in the big ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Do you like your initials? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;David liked it when I was MC and he is DJ so we were musical, but now mine are MJ. They are just letters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you still have guilt about the worst thing you ever did? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I have never done anything horrible, so no I dont have guilt, unless I am having a feel sorry for myself day and I will remember a lot of small things I have done and feel bad about it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What superhero are you most like? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The prego one the guy on Juno finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag anyone who hasnt done this already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6333996675732994449?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6333996675732994449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6333996675732994449&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6333996675732994449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6333996675732994449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/tag-from-teresa.html' title='Tag from Teresa'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-1830604846594387304</id><published>2009-01-05T04:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:55:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas with the Cardons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxtEDC76I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pZBYOk3-_WE/s1600-h/IMG_2752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxtEDC76I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pZBYOk3-_WE/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287773193992597410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dads side of the family decided to do Christmas the Sunday before, and they were not doing presents this year so all the sister-in-laws and only sister decided to do presents for each other. My dads wife wasnt going to leave me out tho and she bought me an under shirt and a really cute preggo shirt, and some cocoa butter and oil stuff that makes your stretch marks stop itching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxjlht-OI/AAAAAAAAAts/sUayPdwfFB8/s1600-h/IMG_2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxjlht-OI/AAAAAAAAAts/sUayPdwfFB8/s320/IMG_2764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287773031180925154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cousins decided they wanted every one to play games while they had a lot of people to play them. There was a guess how many marbles are in the jar thing, a foose ball tournament, and whack the cracker. Every one had to tie a cracker to their back belt loop, they were all armed with a paper rolled into a sword. The goal was to try to keep your cracker away from every one else whacking at it. I didnt play, but it was very entertaining to watch!&lt;br /&gt;David and Austin were partners in the foose ball tournament and came in second place. I forgot who won the guessing game, but I was waaay off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and his wife decided they wanted to play another game and they provided all the prizes. There was a giant box of prizes wrapped up like white elephant gifts. Every one took a turn rolling the dice and if they added up to be a 6 you got to pick a prize. Or if there was a 6 or even 2 6s then you got a prize or two. Then you had to open it in front of every one. If there was some thing you wanted that some one else had you could steal the gift, but each item could only be stolen twice.&lt;br /&gt;My first 2 rolls I got sixes and both prizes were stolen from me, one of them was a small purse with money sticking out the top. My cousin Ashlee stole it from me (we are the exact same age, and she is really competitive) so my dad stole it back from her and snuck it back to me. I ended up stealing food in the end. The best present was a cute stuffed teddy bear, one of my aunts got it, and when it came time to steal it she threw a huge fit in front of every one and wouldnt let anybody steal the teddy bear. It got a few people really upset because my cousin has a baby who is almost 1 and she and her mom wanted the bear for her, and David and I wanted it for Marlee, but no one was able to steal it from her. My dad told me later that they got the bear for a dollar at the dollar store so they were laughing the whole time every one was fighting over it. They ended up going back to get another one for my whiney cousin the next day for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxjfhmBGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HM8yP9OVC4o/s1600-h/IMG_2774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxjfhmBGI/AAAAAAAAAtk/HM8yP9OVC4o/s320/IMG_2774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287773029569791074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins put on a little play and we sang Christmas carols, then David ran off to play with the kids (the oldest is 10 I think) the rest of the adults sat around and listened to Christmas music and danced a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxP13pIEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tdKS9AcpDBE/s1600-h/IMG_2747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxP13pIEI/AAAAAAAAAtc/tdKS9AcpDBE/s320/IMG_2747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287772691970465858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also Davids b-day party from my family, he had a cake and candles. My dad has a sweater thing just like the one David is wearing in this pic, we saw my dad wearing his at one of Austins football games clear back in October and David really liked it. So when my step mom went to Mexico just recently she bought him his own and that was his b-day present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-1830604846594387304?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/1830604846594387304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=1830604846594387304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1830604846594387304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1830604846594387304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-with-cardons.html' title='Christmas with the Cardons'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHxtEDC76I/AAAAAAAAAt0/pZBYOk3-_WE/s72-c/IMG_2752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4941211576854248715</id><published>2009-01-05T04:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:37:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHub2gUHzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JnjlIYP5ChM/s1600-h/ApplesToApples.11.15.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHub2gUHzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JnjlIYP5ChM/s320/ApplesToApples.11.15.06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287769599764602674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHub8bGpYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jdBq4WOWYv4/s1600-h/arctic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 88px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHub8bGpYI/AAAAAAAAAtM/jdBq4WOWYv4/s320/arctic.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287769601353360770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was also slept mostly away.  I think David got up before me and cleaned the front room..I dont really remember so maybe I should blog when things happen so I can write them correctly. We hadnt made plans at all yet, I really wanted to go up to my dads friends house for a little bit. She hosts a party every year, they are all latin so they bring their latin foods. She has a dance floor in the basement with a huge stereo so after they eat all they can, they go dance it off all night! Its fun they do the limbo and force people who dont know how to salsa, to learn. Or at least try. The best part I think is to watch all the old people dancing. Ok so they arent that old, but to me they are!&lt;br /&gt;Ryan who was originally planning on coming over, called and said he was going out with some girl he met once. We then decided to ride the bus up to Salt Lake and walk around temple square and the gateway and maybe see a movie. We were too hungry to wait to get to Salt Lake to eat so we decided to walk to Arctic Circle first and then maybe rent a movie. We were about a block away when I started getting really bad pains and cramps. They came and went just like I would imagine contractions would, and they HURT! Instead of turning back I just decided to keep waking, slowing down when they would come. By the time we got there the pains were just about gone and sitting down got rid of them completely!&lt;br /&gt;The redbox is at the Mcdonalds which is even further than Arctic Circle and it was FREEZING but we decided to keep walking anyway. We got there and our card wouldnt work so we walked all the way up there for nothing! When we got home Ryan had called to say he chickened out and wasnt going to meet this girl after all and wanted to come over. So much for a quiet night alone for once.&lt;br /&gt;He came over and we played Apples to Apples with just 3 people instead of the 4 your supposed to have. It worked out just fine and was fun all the same. We decided Mcdonalds breakfast sounded amazing so we stayed up till 6 when they start serving breakfast. David and Ryan went and I got in bed and fell asleep before they got back.&lt;br /&gt;It was still relaxing to just stay home the rest of the night for New Years, even tho we didnt watch the ball drop or anything! I dont even remember looking at a clock in the 11 or 12 o clock hours, so I have no idea what we were even doing when the year switched over. Oh well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4941211576854248715?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4941211576854248715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4941211576854248715&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4941211576854248715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4941211576854248715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHub2gUHzI/AAAAAAAAAtU/JnjlIYP5ChM/s72-c/ApplesToApples.11.15.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-1628778056147833178</id><published>2009-01-05T04:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:23:18.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David turns 21!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHseW_BQBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Odke3LlMak/s1600-h/Famous_Logo_color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHseW_BQBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Odke3LlMak/s320/Famous_Logo_color.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287767443819806738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David has "been waiting his whole life for this day" so he says. He again worked a graveyard Sat night so he slept most of his birthday away. But when he finally woke up and watched the Eagles win their way into the playoffs he decided we could finally go out! Ever since we moved back to Utah last year I have been begging him to take me to eat at Famous Daves. Since I was agreeing to let him and Ryan go out later that week, he let me choose where to eat on his b-day. So Ryan, David and I headed up to Salt Lake to THE best bbq place on this planet! The ribs are amazing!! and I love the different lemonaid type of drinks they have.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went across the street to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. It is a great movie, 3 hours long but very good. Kinda sad, but I still loved it. That was all we did for his bday, but what does he expect 3 days after Christmas!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-1628778056147833178?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/1628778056147833178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=1628778056147833178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1628778056147833178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1628778056147833178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/david-turns-21.html' title='David turns 21!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHseW_BQBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Odke3LlMak/s72-c/Famous_Logo_color.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-1351816708290664681</id><published>2009-01-05T03:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:17:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHnLC-k2WI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bEwnWkg9QnU/s1600-h/858658410450641a4d70db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHnLC-k2WI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bEwnWkg9QnU/s320/858658410450641a4d70db.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287761614473582946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHnLLQjwFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6od_JlwJeto/s1600-h/pendent_5500269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHnLLQjwFI/AAAAAAAAAs0/6od_JlwJeto/s320/pendent_5500269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287761616696492114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have not posted anything new for quite a while, just because I have not been in a very picture taking mood lately.  So now you just get to read everything!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David had to work graveyard Christmas Eve, AND Christmas day! I was so mad!! but of course, he just works when ever they want him without any complaint. We had enough to spend $100 on each other this year, I got my shopping done the first week, Braxton and Maren even helped pick out some of his stuff! David on the other hand, finished his shopping I think a day or two before Christmas. My favorite present was the necklace up there (minus the diamonds) every time the commercial would come on for them I would say how much I liked them, but him and Ryan would say oh they look like t &amp;amp; a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got David a nintendo 64 with 4 paddles and lots of games. but my favorite that I bought him is a pair of pants that he cant sag!! YAAY!! Now when he wears his new pants he cant show off his butt!!&lt;br /&gt;SO the plan for Christmas was, I sleep all night till he got home from work. He would then wake me up at 6 we would open presents and maybe take a nap till 10 when we were to head off to start the festivities of the day. Did that happen??? NO!&lt;br /&gt;I bought his 64 off craigslist from a little boy in salt lake, but the cords that plug it into the tv were broken. My friend was supposed to order one online for me and it didnt show up till Christmas Eve!! So Ryan took me up to her house to get it, and we just had to test it out to make sure it worked, then we wrapped it. We didnt get home till around 1 or 2 and it was snowing really bad, so Ryan decided to stay the night. We sat up with David at work for a while, I wanted to go to bed but Ryan kept me awake till 530 and I just stayed awake the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;David came home at 6, we opened presents and stockings and played with his games for a while. When 8 came around I was a zombie!! So we took a little 2 hour nap, luckily my mom was running behind so we had a little extra time to get ready. By 11 we were out the door and on our way to brunch with my moms side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle David makes scrabble every year. It is something that unless you were raised on, you wont like! Its pretty much liver, corn meal and something else I dont know I dont make it. But there were eggs and bacon and that was it! Usually they also make pancakes and french toast and the works...not this year. My grandma passed out her regiftable gifts to everyone. Mine was pretty good this year, she bought us a new waffle maker! We ended up staying there FOREVER!!&lt;br /&gt;I took about an hour nap, but everyone else sat around talking and joking and just being my weird family.&lt;br /&gt;We went straight from that party to my other grandmas house to see my dad. We did drop David off to take a nap tho it was around 4 I think. My grama usually does a full dinner on Christmas, but we did our Christmas party the sunday before, so no food :( My dad spoils me every year. I got new pajamas which I have prob been wearing every day since! Slippers, the game Apples to Apples. And a card with some cash in it. I was still running on 3 hours of naps so I left a little early and came home and went to bed. There was another dinner planned at 6 with my moms extended family and all the amazing food I missed at Thanksgiving...but David and I were so tired we canceled and ate frozen barritos and went to bed. He went to work and I slept the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to put first that Christmas Eve my mom did a family dinner. She stuffed a stocking for all of us, we all got a movie. She has been saving my baby clothes from when I was little so all my Christmas presents were bags full of stuff that I wore. My favorites are my old petty coats to put under the millions of dresses she forced me into, and my blessing blanket. My great grandma crocheted it for me, so it is very special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas we just sat around home and relaxed and did nothing! It was great!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-1351816708290664681?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/1351816708290664681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=1351816708290664681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1351816708290664681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1351816708290664681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SWHnLC-k2WI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bEwnWkg9QnU/s72-c/858658410450641a4d70db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-137051626717110619</id><published>2008-12-08T01:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T01:21:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Star and Braxton come for a visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzV8AR9ReI/AAAAAAAAAsU/_4OVHtmtn0A/s1600-h/102_7237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzV8AR9ReI/AAAAAAAAAsU/_4OVHtmtn0A/s320/102_7237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277328090215564770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day Maren and Teresa wanted to go out to get their nails done, so they asked if we could babysit. I LOVE babysitting the kids because its pretty much the only time I get to spend with them....anyway on their way over David asked them to pick up Mcdonalds (YUCK) Braxton got very attached to his own box of fries and would not put them down for a long time...he would share with Star but not us.&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he was trying to play and hold them at the same time and this was the result....it was cute because for about 5 min he didnt even notice he was holding the box upside down and all the fries spilled out. We missed that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzV76NKQLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/R9fFcieIABg/s1600-h/102_7236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzV76NKQLI/AAAAAAAAAsM/R9fFcieIABg/s320/102_7236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277328088584831154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wouldnt let him eat the ones off the floor, so he was picking up the ones on top of the pile and stuffing them in his face as fast as he could. He had chipmunk cheeks and couldnt fit anymore in his mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVpolOAeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/77SV-_Or-xY/s1600-h/102_7238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVpolOAeI/AAAAAAAAAsE/77SV-_Or-xY/s320/102_7238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277327774616256994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put on Polar Express for them, but they were NOT interested in a movie. Our house isnt really made to entertain little kids. We have zero toys and its tiny and cramped. So they sat there as best they could before they started looking for things they could use as toys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVfrEfeQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/nYA6jSp4IzQ/s1600-h/102_7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVfrEfeQI/AAAAAAAAAr8/nYA6jSp4IzQ/s320/102_7241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277327603485604098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phone was great for a while.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVfc41-ZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WUUQFC8yoT8/s1600-h/102_7240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVfc41-ZI/AAAAAAAAAr0/WUUQFC8yoT8/s320/102_7240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277327599678650770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they found the balls...a few footballs, a volleyball and this nerf ball. Braxton used it as a golf club or something and started swinging at everything....so we decided it was time to go outside. They ran around and kicked and threw the balls every where. Braxton actually let me pick him up and race him. Star is just a self entertainer, until she wanted to be thrown in the air and spun around. Braxtons most used phrase was "I WIN!" They both had a few trips and hits with the ball but they were tuff and kept running around. I dont remember why, maybe it was potty breaks but we had to force them to come back inside. Braxton wasnt too happy for a while...but a few tickles and he was happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVPmHnsYI/AAAAAAAAArs/mPxgOwck_-Y/s1600-h/102_7244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVPmHnsYI/AAAAAAAAArs/mPxgOwck_-Y/s320/102_7244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277327327278641538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star and I started to get VERY tired, Braxton found the chapstick. At first he picked it up once put it on and walked away. Then he would come back and get it every few min. Then he started putting it on Star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVPIDlD6I/AAAAAAAAArk/AGZyss8owXg/s1600-h/102_7242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzVPIDlD6I/AAAAAAAAArk/AGZyss8owXg/s320/102_7242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277327319208628130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her a little bottle so maybe she could fall asleep, she kept laying down every where and her eyes were opening and closing, so i grabbed her and started falling asleep with her. Little did I know while we were dozing off Braxton had decided he liked the chapstick enough to eat it! Perfect timing for his mom to walk in! I swear he wasnt eating non edible things the entire time Maren! It was fun playing with them, we even got them for 2 hours more than expected! We will need to take them more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-137051626717110619?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/137051626717110619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=137051626717110619&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/137051626717110619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/137051626717110619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/12/star-and-braxton-come-for-visit.html' title='Star and Braxton come for a visit'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STzV8AR9ReI/AAAAAAAAAsU/_4OVHtmtn0A/s72-c/102_7237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-8481057803482900052</id><published>2008-12-03T23:04:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:35:39.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Maren/Teresa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd5lxgilWI/AAAAAAAAArc/oODvnVuGXvw/s1600-h/l_f9f2069321a9983310347fc601e9141e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd5lxgilWI/AAAAAAAAArc/oODvnVuGXvw/s320/l_f9f2069321a9983310347fc601e9141e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275819178339767650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so Im not sure how this is going to work yet, instead of going by folders since my computer doesnt do folders, I am just going to close my eyes and pick one, then ill count away from it as if it were the beginning of the folder. Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one, ended up on top for some reason, is Star at my wedding. She is so stinkin cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd4KfL2leI/AAAAAAAAArU/vEBOKbU_XxA/s1600-h/l_7ca1fd4eb6dd10aa6f3bccb183dd8dc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd4KfL2leI/AAAAAAAAArU/vEBOKbU_XxA/s320/l_7ca1fd4eb6dd10aa6f3bccb183dd8dc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817610053064162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, its the sisters (minus rachel) at my wedding goofing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd4GhWVVUI/AAAAAAAAArM/lmVZVu4tMqs/s1600-h/l_76a15b8391cdad12e1f75613b489f3fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd4GhWVVUI/AAAAAAAAArM/lmVZVu4tMqs/s320/l_76a15b8391cdad12e1f75613b489f3fb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817541914416450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third is us in Oregon with frankie playing on the beach. This was actually taken by a pro photographer who was retired, they said he worked for national geographic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd34xPOxRI/AAAAAAAAArE/hXAf7N7pxfU/s1600-h/Darin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd34xPOxRI/AAAAAAAAArE/hXAf7N7pxfU/s320/Darin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817305661424914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Fourth, Darin and David have a special relationship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd30lQtonI/AAAAAAAAAq8/PsG0_0fdKoQ/s1600-h/Photo+21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd30lQtonI/AAAAAAAAAq8/PsG0_0fdKoQ/s320/Photo+21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817233726939762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, David has a camera on his laptop and when he first got it he played with the picture warper thing all the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3qoOURlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8XLU0tNXQ0g/s1600-h/102_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3qoOURlI/AAAAAAAAAq0/8XLU0tNXQ0g/s320/102_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275817062723503698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth, me doing my dirty truth tag after a day of cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3Zfwo-SI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PpEP7795edI/s1600-h/102_7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3Zfwo-SI/AAAAAAAAAqs/PpEP7795edI/s320/102_7086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816768393771298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventh, David and my gramas new puppy. I was so jealous I wanted a beagle sooo bad, now I have Snoopy to go play with so I guess its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3MzOJoAI/AAAAAAAAAqk/qtV284zyJ6Y/s1600-h/jessnmads.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd3MzOJoAI/AAAAAAAAAqk/qtV284zyJ6Y/s320/jessnmads.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816550279520258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighth, Maddie and her older sister Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd29NKKfiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/u2xauzLNOlo/s1600-h/102_7159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd29NKKfiI/AAAAAAAAAqc/u2xauzLNOlo/s320/102_7159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816282364214818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninth, Austin at his football dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd2uOSkVJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BbyERXg3GD4/s1600-h/2008+Christmas+card+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd2uOSkVJI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BbyERXg3GD4/s320/2008+Christmas+card+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275816024969860242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenth, this was Nolans Christmas card...they sent it thru an email and for some reason every picture we get thru emails just automatically saves to the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah that was fun, some of the older ones I forgot were even on here!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-8481057803482900052?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/8481057803482900052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=8481057803482900052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8481057803482900052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8481057803482900052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-from-marenteresa.html' title='Tag from Maren/Teresa'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STd5lxgilWI/AAAAAAAAArc/oODvnVuGXvw/s72-c/l_f9f2069321a9983310347fc601e9141e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-7305101429273136945</id><published>2008-12-03T22:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:04:14.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdxvQKeerI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ht3zoV0H9vw/s1600-h/102_7232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdxvQKeerI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ht3zoV0H9vw/s320/102_7232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275810545094523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are cleaning out their storage and found this extra tree, and a box of lights. They were just going to throw it away but thought they would offer it to us first. Lately we have just been collecting other peoples hand me down things, before that would have bothered me A LOT! But now I dont have the money to buy anything new and I would rather have something used than nothing at all. Anyway the tree leans a lot and most of the lights dont work, it took us about 45 min just to find lights that would work well enough to cover the little tree...and here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdxozdu0TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6XBgOYE4spA/s1600-h/102_7231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdxozdu0TI/AAAAAAAAAqE/6XBgOYE4spA/s320/102_7231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275810434311442738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely we used the infant diapers Maren gave us to decorate with! We dont have anywhere to put any of our baby stuff yet, so they were just laying around and David picked them up and decided they would be cute. Baby diapers on our baby tree. The smallest bundle is even the tree topper.&lt;br /&gt;We still plan on getting a real tree because they are cheap (again something my grama is selling out at her house) But I dont know that we will get any ornaments that look as cute as this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-7305101429273136945?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/7305101429273136945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=7305101429273136945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7305101429273136945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7305101429273136945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-christmas-tree.html' title='Baby Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdxvQKeerI/AAAAAAAAAqM/Ht3zoV0H9vw/s72-c/102_7232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4221430834300638566</id><published>2008-12-03T22:41:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:58:17.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Life Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdvNkALIaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kFtLixE-SkE/s1600-h/102_7228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdvNkALIaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kFtLixE-SkE/s320/102_7228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275807767281213858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went thru Great Life back in March I believe, this is my buddy Thai. She went thru part 1 and started part 2, but ended up dropping out. She came back this month to finish and will be here in Jan to do part 3. She lives in California so I dont get to see her, ever! I did keep in touch with her since she left tho. So I was REALLY happy when she came back. Her sister was in Teresas part 1 too. She is practically family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdvFq3CX_I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Da1x4ZQD5_8/s1600-h/102_7227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdvFq3CX_I/AAAAAAAAAp0/Da1x4ZQD5_8/s320/102_7227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275807631682985970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a little girl named Sky and she told her there was a baby in my tummy so she lifted up my shirt and kept her tiny hands there for a few min then pulled back and says wheres the baby?? It was the cutest thing I have seen yet from being pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STduovpS5FI/AAAAAAAAApc/7xY3kXz_cRo/s1600-h/102_7226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STduovpS5FI/AAAAAAAAApc/7xY3kXz_cRo/s320/102_7226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275807134751319122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After her graduation we all went out to eat at Chillies, we combined with another group of people there for someone graduating, so we had about 18 people shoved in the corner. Luckily they werent busy AT ALL so we got our food pretty fast. This is Mari she was in my group, and her friend Josh. He started in Davids group, but dropped out and then finished with the next group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STduiFA6AwI/AAAAAAAAApU/EYgmch_qvt8/s1600-h/102_7225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STduiFA6AwI/AAAAAAAAApU/EYgmch_qvt8/s320/102_7225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275807020228412162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Nolan and Nickole with her daughter. Nolan is like a second dad to me now. I talk to him weekly and he is just awesome!! He is an inventor and goes to China all the time! He started Everlast beauty and I know they just opend a store in the Orem mall so now you know who started it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdubukrMoI/AAAAAAAAApM/SYXxyicQDQY/s1600-h/102_7224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdubukrMoI/AAAAAAAAApM/SYXxyicQDQY/s320/102_7224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275806911125205634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my best friends these days, Dez and Katherine. I must say hanging out with Kat and her multi colored hair has really opened me up lately! I used to be the shallow type who wouldnt hang out with people who looked a little different. BUT she is the funnest person to be around and I LOVE going out in public with her now lol. She is a vegitarian so I get to eat any of her meat so thats always an extra reason to go out with her haha jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am on the subject of Great Life, they are doing a Christmas party sometime real soon, I will have to find the for sure date. There will be a santa and they will do pics with santa, and games for the kids. I would like to go just to be there. For anyone who has gone thru they understand that just being in the building kind of refreshes the feelings and memories and I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;SO if anyone would like to go with me, I would love to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4221430834300638566?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4221430834300638566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4221430834300638566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4221430834300638566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4221430834300638566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-life-dinner.html' title='Great Life Dinner'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdvNkALIaI/AAAAAAAAAp8/kFtLixE-SkE/s72-c/102_7228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6637405624618665307</id><published>2008-12-03T22:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:40:46.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>November family party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqq6dHWVI/AAAAAAAAAos/lG451muqxLE/s1600-h/102_7223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqq6dHWVI/AAAAAAAAAos/lG451muqxLE/s320/102_7223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275802773966248274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is a boring post, but I am sooo nervous to lose any pics I take so I am just going to post every pic I have! The Cardon side of my family does a dinner every month and the celebrate any birthdays or anniversaries in that month then too. This month my little brother Branden turned 19. He doesnt make the blog much because he is never around! He doesnt like the family scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqqnQcIAI/AAAAAAAAAok/EPJ40PmFjFM/s1600-h/102_7222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqqnQcIAI/AAAAAAAAAok/EPJ40PmFjFM/s320/102_7222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275802768812810242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with my dad, if you notice my dad is punching his arm and he is sticking it out like he is flexing big muscles or something. This is our way of saying hello. We dont shake hands or hug, we punch. We all just know that when we get together we can expect a few punches, and then we get to return the favor. I guess thats what we get growing up with 4 boys and 1 girl. My older brother is the only one who can get away with a few smacks in the head and messing up the hair, if we try to do it to him then he will really hurt us. Now you can understand why it would be akward to instead of getting the usual hello, I get a pat or rub on the belly. Usually followed by the punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqqDHbM4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/UhUkmaZ8voE/s1600-h/102_7221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqqDHbM4I/AAAAAAAAAoc/UhUkmaZ8voE/s320/102_7221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275802759111324546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always a picture of Maddie. She doesnt like us until we ask if we can take her picture. Then she will turn her head to us, doesnt smile but then she likes to look at herself on the screen and she laughs. Then she will talk to us from a distance. I dont know if i have ever posted a picture of my aunt Maggie. She is Maddies mom and my fav aunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for those of you in Utah, last I heard there was a plan to get together the 3rd sunday of every month. Is that still in effect this month?? If so we need to either do some tricky timing, or pick another day. The 3rd sunday of this month is the 21st and that is our family Christmas party for my side of the family, and Davids bday party. I believe it was planned for around 430 and I have no idea how long it will run....SO let me know what is being planned for Christmas on this side of the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also planned at this party that my step mom will be throwing me a second baby shower (my mom is doing one too) I agreed because my moms dont get along and I just figured it would be the best way to have fun and have a stress free baby shower. We already had ours at Thanksgiving but I am still inviting you anyway, you can come hang out and play games and eat food but there is no present required!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6637405624618665307?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6637405624618665307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6637405624618665307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6637405624618665307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6637405624618665307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/12/november-family-party.html' title='November family party'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/STdqq6dHWVI/AAAAAAAAAos/lG451muqxLE/s72-c/102_7223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-8111400666075587448</id><published>2008-11-20T00:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T00:24:14.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlee gets a new crib!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SSUM7OtjkII/AAAAAAAAAoU/679EOo_qJGE/s1600-h/Natart+Austin+Crib+to+Double.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SSUM7OtjkII/AAAAAAAAAoU/679EOo_qJGE/s320/Natart+Austin+Crib+to+Double.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270633150608019586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I got a letter in the mail about a warehouse going out of business in Orem. They were selling the really expensive cribs for cheap, so I wanted to go look.  But knowing me, I procrastinate like no other!! I lost the letter for a while, so when I found it again I called and asked how many cribs they had left and they said over 500! So I was really excited!! Now I just needed a ride there!!&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Margaret to the rescue!! (she is maddies mom) She is a stay at home mom and after getting her older 3 kids off to school its just her and Maddie for the day. My grama was watching her the day she called me, so we went with out Maddie, but it was a good thing because we intended to only go look at them and ended up buying one.&lt;br /&gt;I had told my dad about the sale, and that is when he called my aunt to see if she would want to take me to "look" at them. It was pretty easy to find the general area for where the building was, but finding the actual warehouse took us a good 15  min, the only thing they had to direct us anywhere was a crib with a sign on it. It didnt even have an arrow or anything on it saying which way to go. We found it, just a big show room.  The 2 men there were putting together a crib for someone, and they didnt speak English very well.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out the ad I had was for a specific color, that was the one I REALLY wanted, but there was another style on sale in a few different colors.  So we found the one, looked around at a few others, and were stuck not knowing what we were supposed to do next? So Margaret whipped out her phone and called my dad. They talked for a few min and the next thing I knew we were buying it!&lt;br /&gt;The 3 colors were white, cinnamon and ginger. We chose the ginger one because white gets dirty too fast, and the guy couldnt understand us enough to show us what the cinnamon color looks like. The crib is a convertable one, so it turns into the toddler crib/bed and then into a twin bed! The rails to convert them were extra, but it was still waaaay cheaper than any I had found so far. It was originally $675 for just the crib, I dont even know how much the rails were before. We got the rails for $75 each convert so the total for the crib was 250! Now I just need to find a mattress.&lt;br /&gt;The ladys that David works with (I used to work with) have bought us a few things too. One of them just showed up at our door with a few big bags. She said she was at a botique and found a bunch of crib bumpers and bedding on sale, and she thought they were cute so she just bought them. I think there are 3 or 4 different styles. They are really cute, but I havnt really looked at them yet so I couldnt tell you what they are!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I havnt rambled for a while, and I was super excited about this crib so I had to tell the story! In the mean time, we have decided we are getting rid of Milly. She is getting mean and biting and no matter what we do she just gets worse. She knocks over the garbage can everyday about 4 times a day! And she keeps me up all night sitting by the door meowing. I wanted to get her used to not coming into our room for when the baby comes, but that just made her learn to sprint to get under the bed so we cant grab her before she gets there. She is a pain in the butt!! So if anyone knows of anyone who wants a cat, she is free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-8111400666075587448?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/8111400666075587448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=8111400666075587448&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8111400666075587448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8111400666075587448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/11/marlee-gets-new-crib.html' title='Marlee gets a new crib!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SSUM7OtjkII/AAAAAAAAAoU/679EOo_qJGE/s72-c/Natart+Austin+Crib+to+Double.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-7084272659420279803</id><published>2008-11-18T20:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:05:31.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Quirks</title><content type='html'>The land of blogging is kind of boring right now, I never know what to write with my pictures, so even tho I wasnt tagged in this, I read it on a few other blogs and just decided to tag myself I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. TV is just background noise for me, I actually pay more attention to commercials than any actual show. So one of my quirks is that no matter the commercial, I ALWAYS read the fine print on the commercial. Some of them are really funny because everything the commercial is saying could be partially or not true at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I pop my toes when I am bored, or nervous, or anything. I dont even have to touch them to pop them anymore, and they always pop more than once in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I am walking I am constantly counting things in my head, or watching where I walk. The lines on the crosswalks are always counted, and I HAVE to only step on the white part. I step inside the squares of big tile, and sidewalk squares. I count stairs as I go up or down them. Sometimes I count the steps to and from things in my little apt so when its dark I know how many steps there are to certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a very specific routine in the shower, and if I do ANYTHING out of order I get messed up and forget what I have and havnt done.  This usually results in a double hair washing or face washing. The most common mess up is when we run out of conditioner and havnt gone to the store yet, I know I skipped a step so I always end up standing there for a few min remembering what comes next. It always feels wierd to just skip a step and in my head my hair is just gross and nasty until I get to conditioner it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am not a huge spell checker, half the time if the word is spelled wrong I dont even notice, I just read what it is supposed to say and move on. BUT the their, there and they'res drive me nuts!! When people use them wrong. I will slack myself on any spell checking or grammar, but I can not stand to use a their wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I refuse to wash my hair 2 days in a row. Unless I did something that made me sweat a lot that day. I will still shower every day. But my hair is shinier and healthier with skipping a day of washing. And with my skipping a step quirk, the off days are the wierdest showers! Usually I would take a bath on those days, but I dont have a tub so I get the wierd shower routine instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if Teresa has done this or not so if not she is the only one left to tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-7084272659420279803?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/7084272659420279803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=7084272659420279803&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7084272659420279803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7084272659420279803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/11/6-quirks.html' title='6 Quirks'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-487124071840359949</id><published>2008-11-13T21:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T22:03:19.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austay-O-Perosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DunIhQuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/18lVBQgBnUo/s1600-h/102_7159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DunIhQuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/18lVBQgBnUo/s320/102_7159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371238406931170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was Austins team banquet dinner party.  We ate bbq food and the coaches gave out awards to the players.  Every one got one of these medals that has their name on it, and 2008 8th grade football. Austin also got the Rookie of the Year Award.  This was his first year playing any organized sport! Yay Austy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DuNa7BZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/-lqYyawvGf4/s1600-h/102_7154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DuNa7BZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/-lqYyawvGf4/s320/102_7154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268371231504795026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medals were pretty cool but you cant even see it in this pic because of the purple ribbon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DdFZwe3I/AAAAAAAAAn8/4v6Pk4E8OCs/s1600-h/102_7150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DdFZwe3I/AAAAAAAAAn8/4v6Pk4E8OCs/s320/102_7150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268370937294650226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to show some of the decorations. They had purple and white balloons every where and footballs in the middle of every table with purple silver and white shiny stuff.  One of the moms made a really cute slide show of all the parents and fans. They played that as you walked in, David was in a TON of those pics.  He was the teams loudest fan that is for sure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DMM4GRNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/q7iXZOIZFvQ/s1600-h/102_7161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DMM4GRNI/AAAAAAAAAn0/q7iXZOIZFvQ/s320/102_7161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268370647243179218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Austin and Eli. He was the tank of the team! I think that was his award even! They live about a block apart so they are really good friends. They both made the A team, but chose to be on the B team because they had so many friends on the team. It worked out because the A team sucked this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DCP8s9QI/AAAAAAAAAns/Y9J45UXHuyw/s1600-h/102_7162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DCP8s9QI/AAAAAAAAAns/Y9J45UXHuyw/s320/102_7162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268370476269106434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is so funny, he usually is too embarassed or anything to touch my belly or even ask about it. So I was shocked when he grabbed it in this pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0CSitmcwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/T8fskMqDfWo/s1600-h/102_7163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0CSitmcwI/AAAAAAAAAnk/T8fskMqDfWo/s320/102_7163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268369656672318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum with the baby.  Doesnt he look thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry that David couldnt be here, he really should have gone in my place. BUT he was working so that we can eat and save up for the little one on the way. I have never in my life been so appreciative of him, EVER! When i first got pregnant i was the one working full time, David picked up hours where he could, but my check was paying the rent and then some. When I got sick he totally picked up the slack and took over all my hours plus more! Thank you baby for every thing you do! I cant wait for all of you to see the changes in both our lives, we are doing a TON better than we have, ever, even before we got married. This is just the start of an upward climb for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-487124071840359949?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/487124071840359949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=487124071840359949&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/487124071840359949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/487124071840359949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/11/austay-o-perosis.html' title='Austay-O-Perosis'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SR0DunIhQuI/AAAAAAAAAoM/18lVBQgBnUo/s72-c/102_7159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4648381849225447510</id><published>2008-11-12T17:21:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T17:37:11.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BYU game, and....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRt0CthboYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/REgzWQPGQV4/s1600-h/102_7123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRt0CthboYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/REgzWQPGQV4/s320/102_7123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267931779068305794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Linda Mom gave us 4 tickets to the last home game for BYU this season. Austin, Ryan David and I went.....I had cramps half the game from climbing the giant stairs with no help from anyone! I know im just being a baby about it but my tummy did hurt till half time. That was the most enjoyable time for me. I got food and something other than football!! The band came out playing the theme songs for some games..the first one was tetris (and they formed shapes of the game) so there was tetris, zelda, pokemon and GUITAR HERO! lol it was pretty cool. This pic is I think the pokemon ball or the guitar? I cant tell. OOh when they did the guitar hero one, the color guard girls made lines off to the side and they ran yellow, green, red, and blue umbrellas down to make it look like the notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtz6Rwnm6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/3PxlqlZpFjc/s1600-h/102_7125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtz6Rwnm6I/AAAAAAAAAnU/3PxlqlZpFjc/s320/102_7125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267931634176859042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David, Ryan and Austin dont like their picture taken EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzvy2vbXI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gVjqSLCA1-A/s1600-h/102_7126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzvy2vbXI/AAAAAAAAAnM/gVjqSLCA1-A/s320/102_7126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267931454082346354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when I make him take pics with me....be afraid for the family pictures on Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzjmeY0iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GDueRW_gduo/s1600-h/102_7133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzjmeY0iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/GDueRW_gduo/s320/102_7133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267931244600545826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....this is my belly so far. I am at 21 1/2 weeks right now, these are my new maternity clothes so I had to model my belly in them. The pants are SO not attractive!! Im so happy my belly isnt getting HUGE cuz that means I wont have to wear these nasty pants for very long!! And I swear this pic is lying! They really mean it when they say the camera adds 10 lbs. My belly really doesnt look this big in person. People come over excited to see it and when they cant see anything they think i stuff for pictures or some thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzazj_CiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SY4_gVVjnU0/s1600-h/102_7136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzazj_CiI/AAAAAAAAAm8/SY4_gVVjnU0/s320/102_7136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267931093494860322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decent looking picture of us, I got new hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzOKWinhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Zh_vVPmqJv8/s1600-h/102_7147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzOKWinhI/AAAAAAAAAm0/Zh_vVPmqJv8/s320/102_7147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267930876274187794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I have bangs now, and my hair is almost black! The stylist promised me it would calm down soon, I just hope it doesnt completely fade and have my ugly blonde poking thru again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzDQfR2eI/AAAAAAAAAms/RPKWCJcT36M/s1600-h/102_7110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRtzDQfR2eI/AAAAAAAAAms/RPKWCJcT36M/s320/102_7110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267930688942889442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last David in his scrubs for work, and when Austin is over he makes it a habbit to dress Milly up in this dog t-shirt thats too big, and my stuffed bears sunglasses. She hates it but she doesnt look like she is fussing in this pic. Another thing they do to her is put tape on all 4 paws and her back. She eventually gets them off but they like to laugh at her while she has them on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4648381849225447510?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4648381849225447510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4648381849225447510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4648381849225447510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4648381849225447510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/11/byu-game-and.html' title='BYU game, and....?'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SRt0CthboYI/AAAAAAAAAnc/REgzWQPGQV4/s72-c/102_7123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-3497941168722801573</id><published>2008-10-30T15:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:20:15.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin carving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQowI6A-rNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hmm1kqqsUDc/s1600-h/102_7075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQowI6A-rNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hmm1kqqsUDc/s320/102_7075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263072044106296530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma who still lives on the farm lets people sell things out front in our little produce stand thing, where we used to sell corn. Anyway someone brought over a giant trailer full of pumpkins and said he didnt want them so we could sell them or just get rid of them. They sold most of them but still had a ton left so we went out there with my mom her boyfriend and Austin and picked the biggest ones to carve. See how we are right by the oven?? My grandma was making baked apples (SOOOOOO GOOD!) and we were all melting because it was soooo hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQowIgiOkwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/maG2tnCnHOM/s1600-h/102_7076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQowIgiOkwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/maG2tnCnHOM/s320/102_7076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263072037266428674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austins arms were getting tired from scrubbing all the guts out so this is what he looked like for about 15 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQov2cddYfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FORIATzHA0g/s1600-h/102_7078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQov2cddYfI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FORIATzHA0g/s320/102_7078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263071726935040498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant see very good in any of the pics, but my mom drew snoopy on Austins pumpkin and it turned out awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQov2DRRGmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Yw-w271UdGE/s1600-h/102_7077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQov2DRRGmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/Yw-w271UdGE/s320/102_7077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263071720173017698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQovG6sFzfI/AAAAAAAAAls/76Kys0ZwaFg/s1600-h/102_7080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQovG6sFzfI/AAAAAAAAAls/76Kys0ZwaFg/s320/102_7080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263070910415752690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David of course did a peace sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQovGRha5qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GUC7IbsPn5Y/s1600-h/102_7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQovGRha5qI/AAAAAAAAAlk/GUC7IbsPn5Y/s320/102_7079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263070899365144226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From left to right is my moms boyfriends, just a scary face, mine came out horrible it says Marlee with a bottle in the middle and little stars around it, and my moms is an owl, this is a crappy pic but it turned out really cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQounBYf4wI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QFWFH87gKGk/s1600-h/102_7081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQounBYf4wI/AAAAAAAAAlc/QFWFH87gKGk/s320/102_7081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263070362456810242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another close up of Davids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQoum9bzosI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BhbVO85xlKM/s1600-h/102_7088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQoum9bzosI/AAAAAAAAAlU/BhbVO85xlKM/s320/102_7088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263070361396945602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where they sit outside our house up the stairs, they are all sunken in now tho :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQot11q18fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ID52wjT8zKg/s1600-h/102_7093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQot11q18fI/AAAAAAAAAk8/ID52wjT8zKg/s320/102_7093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263069517498937842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milly the halloween cat sticking out her tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQot1qf_V9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/sevRnPlGBq4/s1600-h/102_7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQot1qf_V9I/AAAAAAAAAk0/sevRnPlGBq4/s320/102_7090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263069514500626386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes the pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQosp6TEBbI/AAAAAAAAAks/h0YkOwsA_Rg/s1600-h/102_7066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQosp6TEBbI/AAAAAAAAAks/h0YkOwsA_Rg/s320/102_7066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068213071316402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before my aunt Margaret wanted to take us out to lunch for our anniversary present. I didnt know people bought couples stuff for anniversaries? My family was really big on it anyway, so at first we tried going to the new Olive Garden that opened up in American Fork, but at 12 in the afternoon there was still a 45 min wait! So we just went to the Asian buffet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQosoMqwz4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ohEyQ5wIs4Y/s1600-h/102_7065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQosoMqwz4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/ohEyQ5wIs4Y/s320/102_7065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263068183642820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have taken the camera inside with us because Maddie is usually REALLY shy, but after she ate a little bit she opened up and talked our ears off! She is the complete opposite of Talea, she is terrified of bugs! There were flies buzzing around and anytime she saw one she would point at it and say scary!! She got along with David great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i didnt take any pictures becuase they dont turn out anyway, but last night was Austins last game, he made it to the championships! Unfortunately the refs were paid off by the other team i swear! I think they called maybe 2 things on them the entire game. Our team could not gain a yard without having something called on us! The lehi crowds by the end were just screaming at the refs the entire time, the coach got a technical and when they blew the whistles for the end of the game they ran out of the stadium because they were so afraid of the lehi moms lol. It was upsetting, but at least we know why they lost!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-3497941168722801573?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/3497941168722801573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=3497941168722801573&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3497941168722801573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3497941168722801573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-carving.html' title='Pumpkin carving!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQowI6A-rNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hmm1kqqsUDc/s72-c/102_7075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-852920695826887893</id><published>2008-10-27T17:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:05:15.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Marlee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZVKhrWG9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/m-AQluFHRUo/s1600-h/BABY_28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZVKhrWG9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/m-AQluFHRUo/s320/BABY_28.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986853956230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is! perfectly healthy, big baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZVKD9BptI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SLohAWH6owI/s1600-h/BABY_30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZVKD9BptI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SLohAWH6owI/s320/BABY_30.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986845977323218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures look kind of scary, I think anyway...I wish they could do a video to show her moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZU3H0KumI/AAAAAAAAAkM/06ZkqT36mBw/s1600-h/BABY_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZU3H0KumI/AAAAAAAAAkM/06ZkqT36mBw/s320/BABY_19.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986520596396642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her femur, leg, and little baby foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZU2z5ooWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ozjVsBmT1ls/s1600-h/BABY_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZU2z5ooWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/ozjVsBmT1ls/s320/BABY_17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986515250618722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasnt afraid to hide the fact that she is a girl! I think she is sick of David saying there is still a chance she is a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZUqEGRE4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Yh_m5lQittw/s1600-h/BABY_16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZUqEGRE4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/Yh_m5lQittw/s320/BABY_16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986296260268930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the blood pumping from her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZUpoozyeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0LgHcjsNAMY/s1600-h/BABY_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZUpoozyeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/0LgHcjsNAMY/s320/BABY_15.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261986288888957410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the last one is her little heart beating away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dr visit today wasnt quite what I had expected, probably because Marlee kept me awake all night! She is getting some good kicks and punches in these days. David can even feel her, if he wakes up early enough! She has parties all night and then slowly finishes off around 9 or 10 in the morning. Oh and I gained 6 lbs this time! still not even to where I was when I started, but making progress. I hoped and prayed to gain weight this time, and now im missing the weight loss. Oh well I want a chunky baby anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So here she is! The ultra sound showed that the due date will be March 16, I didnt ask how big she was I always forget to ask the things I really want to know. Oh well she will be here soon enough&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-852920695826887893?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/852920695826887893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=852920695826887893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/852920695826887893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/852920695826887893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-marlee.html' title='Baby Marlee!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SQZVKhrWG9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/m-AQluFHRUo/s72-c/BABY_28.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4899119413582810227</id><published>2008-10-22T17:21:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:48:35.849-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year down, a lifetime to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-3SerqOeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v1gXJOCB60g/s1600-h/102_7053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-3SerqOeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v1gXJOCB60g/s320/102_7053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260124417893743074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if I have complained about this before, but we never got any of our wedding cake, besides what was smashed in our faces. So my dads friend made our cake, and I asked him if she could redo it for us. She made it bigger than the top layer, but its ok because I will eat it all anyway.  We decided since it was so big we didnt want to take the whole thing with us to the bed and breakfast for 2 days, so we cut out some pieces and my aunt took it home for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-3G3d1fLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZX4luRigHdk/s1600-h/102_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-3G3d1fLI/AAAAAAAAAi0/ZX4luRigHdk/s320/102_7050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260124218388217010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun pretending to cut it like at our wedding again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-21Uq_ySI/AAAAAAAAAis/PFsYdfNOhYg/s1600-h/102_7054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-21Uq_ySI/AAAAAAAAAis/PFsYdfNOhYg/s320/102_7054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260123916990400802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left straight from my dads house after the family party to the Armstrong Mansion. I LOVE this place! It is so much better, in my opinion, than Anniversary Inn. (its cheaper too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2gYWolVI/AAAAAAAAAik/pvTZ6ItCmdg/s1600-h/102_7056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2gYWolVI/AAAAAAAAAik/pvTZ6ItCmdg/s320/102_7056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260123557201483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our huge jetted tub!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2fqghtQI/AAAAAAAAAic/M-TUduyRagk/s1600-h/102_7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2fqghtQI/AAAAAAAAAic/M-TUduyRagk/s320/102_7055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260123544894944514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our bed with all the old homey furniture.  Yes that is a Mcdonalds bag on the bed. Its a really funny story. We were starving again when we got to the mansion so we just started walking to find something to eat. The closest thing we could find was Mcdonalds so we went in and got it and headed back home. On the way I remembered that after our wedding reception, neither of us ate anything there so we were both starving on the way up to salt lake so we stopped at a Mcdonalds on the way to Anniversary Inn, which is on the same block as Armstrong Mansion. So it is very possible that not only did we bring up the same tradition of Mcdonalds on the wedding anniversary, but it may have been the exact same Mcdonalds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2Oz4tDBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MFMtNibeIbE/s1600-h/102_7057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2Oz4tDBI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MFMtNibeIbE/s320/102_7057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260123255354493970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its midnight and it has officially been 1 year! the cake made a great midnight snack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2D0vAlFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6CaplpT9fUo/s1600-h/102_7059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-2D0vAlFI/AAAAAAAAAiM/6CaplpT9fUo/s320/102_7059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260123066603705426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 20th....we had an amazingly delicious breakfast, we didnt take any pictures which I am a little upset about. Its such a fancy place, we didnt get breakfast in bed, but it was a way better menu than the AI. We had stuffed french toast, fruit, cereal, triffle, toast, pulpy orange juice. (that is my biggest craving! I usually hate pulp but i cant get enough of it now) I didnt get enough sleep, being prego it is impossible for me to sleep a whole night thru so we went back upstairs and took a nap before heading out to Trolley Square for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at the Old Spagetti Factory. They even let us sit in the big king and queen velvet red chairs. There was a really hot busser boy that even David had to check out a few times. The meal was awesome, but like we always do when we go out..we ate less than half and ended up taking the rest home.  Then we went to the taffy shop and got ice cream, and chocolate covered cinnamon bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-16Mscj9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/EA3tsyKBq9k/s1600-h/102_7063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-16Mscj9I/AAAAAAAAAh8/EA3tsyKBq9k/s320/102_7063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260122901236715474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didnt go on the horse and buggy ride, instead we HAD to go to Austins biggest game against the only undefeated team in his league. They lost, but they are still in the playoffs. Only 4 teams made it and 2 of them are the only 2 teams they lost to. No idea when those games will be, but we will be going to them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is David taking a picture of himself outside of the Mansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-16ar5VrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QeYDQv0XCEI/s1600-h/102_7061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-16ar5VrI/AAAAAAAAAiE/QeYDQv0XCEI/s320/102_7061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260122904992503474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me freezing waiting for my dad to take us to the game. Next year we will have our own car. It is really frusterating to have to have someone take us everywhere like we are 12 again. All in all this was the get away we needed before the baby comes! I loved it and cant wait to see what we do next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4899119413582810227?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4899119413582810227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4899119413582810227&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4899119413582810227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4899119413582810227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-year-down-lifetime-to-go.html' title='1 year down, a lifetime to go!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-3SerqOeI/AAAAAAAAAi8/v1gXJOCB60g/s72-c/102_7053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-219768977969475859</id><published>2008-10-22T16:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:15:53.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardon family party for Oct.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-xFCc_3QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jNXldSblanE/s1600-h/102_6990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-xFCc_3QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jNXldSblanE/s320/102_6990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260117589907987714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin likes to play with Milly, so right before we left he put my build a bears glasses (the first present David ever bought me) on Milly. And yes I know its also a booby shot, they are out of control I cant hide them very easily now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once a month my dads side of the family has a dinner party, they all take turns hosting and everyone cooks. We decide at the parties where and when and who is cooking what. This time it was at my dads house and we had chilli and corn bread and lots of pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-w6bOmAPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/J6NOiIInm00/s1600-h/102_7038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-w6bOmAPI/AAAAAAAAAhU/J6NOiIInm00/s320/102_7038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260117407579898098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Dale is in the blue, he made the chilli and it was REALLY good. I usually hate chille but I ate so much I thought I was going to pop. Good thing I have 2 digesters :) Oh and by the way, still no heart burn! I dont even know what it feels like so I guess it was an even trade off. Morning sickness for no heart burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-w6gh8wrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5Jp6L1kKxIA/s1600-h/102_7039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-w6gh8wrI/AAAAAAAAAhc/5Jp6L1kKxIA/s320/102_7039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260117409003258546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back of my dad and my uncle Larrys heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-v6z7_T_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ktXxpFeMGJ0/s1600-h/102_7042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-v6z7_T_I/AAAAAAAAAg0/ktXxpFeMGJ0/s320/102_7042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260116314701123570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my fav uncle, and his daughter Maddie. She is our entertainment at these things. She is almost 3 I think and she is a talker! As long as you are more than 3 feet away from her and one of her parents or siblings is right behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-v7R0GmHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uNyuuhcC7sc/s1600-h/102_7043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-v7R0GmHI/AAAAAAAAAg8/uNyuuhcC7sc/s320/102_7043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260116322721110130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See she has to be touching someone she knows at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-vnAgPGxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/u4REw107dRQ/s1600-h/102_7044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-vnAgPGxI/AAAAAAAAAgk/u4REw107dRQ/s320/102_7044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260115974476995346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents just got back from a trip to Mexico. They decided they want to start a family geneology lesson at every get together. My grampa is a huge geneology nerd. He has a library full of our family history. I once turned in one of his binders as homework and got an A on the assignment! The Cardon family is famous in Italy and once every 10 years I think they do a giant Cardon reunion in Italy. The next one is in 2010 and they just got the newsletter about it. I will go one day, but not in 2010 thats for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-voMtL1JI/AAAAAAAAAgs/YcFHnjxXkDI/s1600-h/102_7045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-voMtL1JI/AAAAAAAAAgs/YcFHnjxXkDI/s320/102_7045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260115994932401298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids all got bored, but they behave really good! I think my dad made more noise than they did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-vXQ4YQII/AAAAAAAAAgc/0FdDIlEzyDE/s1600-h/102_7046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-vXQ4YQII/AAAAAAAAAgc/0FdDIlEzyDE/s320/102_7046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260115703995318402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also celebrating 3 birthdays. Austins was the 17th my dads was the  21st and his wifes is the 31st. So they all got sung to and opened presents. Austin doesnt like my dads wife, and he is acting like he is "too cool" for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-uWBtfV8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/fvupxDN10SY/s1600-h/102_7047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-uWBtfV8I/AAAAAAAAAf0/fvupxDN10SY/s320/102_7047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260114583231616962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all opened their stuff. No one knows what to buy a kid who doesnt approve of anything so he just got a whole bunch of cards with money and some candy. My aunt Margarets kids all make everyone cute hand drawn cards for their birthdays. I got some for mine but dont know where they are. I wish I would have taken a picture of Austins. The kids all love him so they drew extra special cards for him. They all follow him around and make him go play with them too. Its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-uWleLpmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PS8WBAJIHkY/s1600-h/102_7049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-uWleLpmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/PS8WBAJIHkY/s320/102_7049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260114592831088226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See he cant even let his smile be seen, punk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-219768977969475859?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/219768977969475859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=219768977969475859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/219768977969475859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/219768977969475859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/cardon-family-party-for-oct.html' title='Cardon family party for Oct.'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-xFCc_3QI/AAAAAAAAAhk/jNXldSblanE/s72-c/102_6990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-494100701411673703</id><published>2008-10-22T16:07:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:37:29.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Truth Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-nTH8DyII/AAAAAAAAAfM/CQQZzqEjUiw/s1600-h/102_6961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-nTH8DyII/AAAAAAAAAfM/CQQZzqEjUiw/s320/102_6961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260106836782336130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kitchen Sink.....not too bad. Usually the sink is over flowing with dishes, I am very happy I read the Tag the day I did or else this could have been really nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-nJSSlfbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t_mnLnH_4t0/s1600-h/102_6962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-nJSSlfbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/t_mnLnH_4t0/s320/102_6962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260106667762482610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Fridge...We just went shopping too! yay for stocked fridges! We also get the bottled water by the case load, I just have a phobia of drinking tap water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mg-dl8PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WQz9xrgaI1A/s1600-h/102_6959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mg-dl8PI/AAAAAAAAAe8/WQz9xrgaI1A/s320/102_6959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105975245172978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Laundry room....its also our bathroom so we keep the laundry baskets in our huge bedroom instead of crowding the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mYHPH5GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FmEu-7_kryo/s1600-h/102_6960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mYHPH5GI/AAAAAAAAAe0/FmEu-7_kryo/s320/102_6960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105822981579874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Toilet....again SO happy I got this tag the day I did, I think I had just spent the day cleaning. David was paranoid of letting me use cleaners, he kept promising he would do all the cleaning but never did. So while he was at work I picked up all the bottles, put on gloves and sprayed everything as fast as I could. I sat by an open window while it sat for a few min and by the time I went in to wipe everything down the chemical smell was already gone. Im not listening to other pregnant women anymore! Its retarded to spend 9 months of my life not doing everything I am completely capable of. Ill just start buying those green cleaners from walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mBN6CkyI/AAAAAAAAAes/6MN4pxdyxTo/s1600-h/102_6958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-mBN6CkyI/AAAAAAAAAes/6MN4pxdyxTo/s320/102_6958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105429635207970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My closet....Usually there are a LOT more clothes hung up to the point where they dont fit, but I had just done laundry and havnt hung anything up yet, so it looks kinda of bare. The dresses take up half the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-l45RF4EI/AAAAAAAAAek/c_9tBJk2vQw/s1600-h/102_6968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-l45RF4EI/AAAAAAAAAek/c_9tBJk2vQw/s320/102_6968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105286655795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite pair of shoes....ok they are not my favorite but they are my most random wacky pair of boots ever! David hates when I wear them because I look like the abominable snowman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-luXMYhTI/AAAAAAAAAec/HsQETA5foNo/s1600-h/102_6963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-luXMYhTI/AAAAAAAAAec/HsQETA5foNo/s320/102_6963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260105105710548274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite room in the house....the only messy one on this day which is funny because right now it is completely spotless. This is our living room, the room where most time is spent and Austins bedroom on the weekends. I believe this was a monday so he had just left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-ljTvIanI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GjPttn6PTkA/s1600-h/800px-Waikiki_Beach_at_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-ljTvIanI/AAAAAAAAAeU/GjPttn6PTkA/s320/800px-Waikiki_Beach_at_Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260104915803990642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dream vacation.....of course is back to Hawaii with David. I went once with someone who was horrible and boring to travel with, now I get to make memories with David in paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kzR3Qz5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/leaH0uktvQE/s1600-h/102_6970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kzR3Qz5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/leaH0uktvQE/s320/102_6970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260104090667503506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10. I dont know what happened to the pic of David I had for this, but here I am! I took my hoodie off to show how big my belly is. I think its even bigger now! My boobs def win the most grown so far tho! If you can imagine they are even bigger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kzjwBlsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7Uy8yGIK-oo/s1600-h/102_6965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kzjwBlsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/7Uy8yGIK-oo/s320/102_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260104095468984002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay for ugly cleaning days! At least I am comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kz8uLyfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wBbExzgk7eQ/s1600-h/102_6957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-kz8uLyfI/AAAAAAAAAeM/wBbExzgk7eQ/s320/102_6957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260104102172150258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didnt have any pics of anyone else I decided I would throw in this pic of Star from when I baby sat her. I only have a few so instead of doing a whole other post for a few pics here she is! She really likes to pose for the camera but im always too slow to catch her. My fav thing is when she pics up the high school musical barbie and sings a long with her. Shes pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have no one to tag unless you want to do it again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-494100701411673703?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/494100701411673703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=494100701411673703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/494100701411673703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/494100701411673703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/dirty-truth-tag.html' title='Dirty Truth Tag'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-nTH8DyII/AAAAAAAAAfM/CQQZzqEjUiw/s72-c/102_6961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-1782937543860147203</id><published>2008-10-22T14:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:01:20.512-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Bday Austin!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-aJjjgeVI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dl5zZZH3gwM/s1600-h/102_6989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-aJjjgeVI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dl5zZZH3gwM/s320/102_6989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260092378745698642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Austins b-day the night before we went to the Thanksgiving Point Scarecrow festival and corn maze. It was tons of fun! We were there for about 3 hours in the freezing cold, but were so entertained we hardly noticed our frozen faces. I brought my old friend Linzey along, we went to high school together and havnt seen each other for a while so I thought it was about time I get a social life back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-aKPJdCdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hmWDkMqk6po/s1600-h/102_6988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-aKPJdCdI/AAAAAAAAAd0/hmWDkMqk6po/s320/102_6988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260092390447581650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are lost in the corn maze. We had the option of choosing the phase that took 20 min or 45 min. Of course David had to do the 45 min maze in the dark and freezing cold. We all had glow sticks tho so at least we had some sort of light. The maze is a tribute to David Archuletta, if thats how you spell his name. Anyway they had his music blasting thru the entire maze and I about died. It was like a form of torture. I hate american idol and yes the kid has a great voice, but not while walking thru a maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Zy2k6s3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/X4CkZEmACos/s1600-h/102_6982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Zy2k6s3I/AAAAAAAAAdU/X4CkZEmACos/s320/102_6982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260091988714894194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a giant pyramid of really cool carved pumpkins, you cant really see them because it was too dark but they had a wall of pirates of the carribean that were really good. I didnt really look at too many others, there were a lot of disney and creepy monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Zzv_VgJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/s0QoRb0HQCQ/s1600-h/102_6986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Zzv_VgJI/AAAAAAAAAdc/s0QoRb0HQCQ/s320/102_6986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260092004126523538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was more for little kids but hey David and Austin pretty much are little kids! They were practicing their lasso skills. Austin had to show David how to do it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Z0CmVtaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1qteLRUe0GU/s1600-h/102_6987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-Z0CmVtaI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1qteLRUe0GU/s320/102_6987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260092009121953186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But David actually sat on the saddle while he did it. I didnt take a pic but he did get the bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-ZXdzxsPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/I39dx_CYr5I/s1600-h/102_6979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-ZXdzxsPI/AAAAAAAAAdM/I39dx_CYr5I/s320/102_6979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260091518209863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had an over sized chair that was fun to climb up and take pictures on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TvE-UDdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/n51P_pWq728/s1600-h/102_6973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TvE-UDdI/AAAAAAAAAbU/n51P_pWq728/s320/102_6973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085326790266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Thanksgiving Point we were all squished in the back seat, we tried to show you how squishy we were but couldnt get the camera far away enough for the other 2 to get in the pic. Instead we ended up looking like a big gulp advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TvjIyuhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DWZ9XBE0ewE/s1600-h/102_6974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TvjIyuhI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DWZ9XBE0ewE/s320/102_6974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085334887283218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and her new boyfriend thing from New Jersey. She cant seem to find any one to date in Utah so she ends up relying on the computer.  They always turn up to be dorks in the end, but at least they are nice to us, or at least pretend to be? Very touchy subject that I could rant on for a while, but I wont. She just wasnt with us for most of the night but thats ok we like spending time with Austin anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TwMQKNQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/esxk91z19Ok/s1600-h/102_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TwMQKNQI/AAAAAAAAAbk/esxk91z19Ok/s320/102_6975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085345924035842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was the only one who would put her head in at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TweLdKHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xSnfg-ZqWRs/s1600-h/102_6976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TweLdKHI/AAAAAAAAAbs/xSnfg-ZqWRs/s320/102_6976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085350736144498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then every one else joined in! Its usually really difficult to get Austin to do anything silly like this, he is 14 and in his "too cool" stage, but as soon as he sees David doing it he will jump in, they are getting to be really good friends these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TwzVBbwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CL97xMldJhI/s1600-h/102_6977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-TwzVBbwI/AAAAAAAAAb0/CL97xMldJhI/s320/102_6977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260085356413415170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the pretty pumpkin princess area, they had dresses for little girls to dress up like princesses and wigs and tiaras, we all put on a wig and jumped in the cinderella pumpkin to take a picture with the princess. David and Austin look like cavemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin ended up staying the night at our house, it was his fall break so he had no school. Friday was his birthday and to celebrate it my mom took off to Idaho with her new boy guy so we ended up giving Austin his birthday. We bought him a cake and cake and ice cream, then took him shopping to get a new hoodie. We didnt make it to a movie that night so the next night David and Ryan took him to see one I didnt want to see, it ended up I was right and they didnt like it. Im glad he enjoyed his birthday tho. I remember when my mom would plan other things on my birthdays and they were all horrible. I believed it was a cursed day untill this last year, I finally broke the curse. I guess 2 deaths on the one before was the deal breaker. My granpa and Davids dad passed away on my 19th b-day so now its not only a bday its also a memorial day. I guess it just means im extra special and it was my grampas way of telling me I was his favorite :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-1782937543860147203?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/1782937543860147203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=1782937543860147203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1782937543860147203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/1782937543860147203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-bday-austin.html' title='Happy Bday Austin!!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SP-aJjjgeVI/AAAAAAAAAds/Dl5zZZH3gwM/s72-c/102_6989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5162562538199633627</id><published>2008-10-15T23:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T23:30:22.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New obsession</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was little my mom drug me to art galleries to look at Thomas Kinkade paintings.  I always thought they were boring and never caught my eye.  Well I spent a whole day with my mom and when we went to her house she has a book of all his garden paintings sitting on the coffee table.  I have never in my life looked thru it till tonight.  This is what I want for christmas now, and one day I will buy my mom a painting as well.  They are really expensive for the big ones, but they also have smaller cheap versions.  These are some of my favorites so I thought I would share since I cant find my cord for the pictures of us yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVDLIAmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZFYg3eSoqP0/s1600-h/sercov_f0_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVDLIAmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZFYg3eSoqP0/s320/sercov_f0_th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616476026176098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is called Serenity Cove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVNpzfQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/c2ijluGERrQ/s1600-h/winten_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVNpzfQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/c2ijluGERrQ/s320/winten_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616478839209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winters End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVK-mywI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HTpoe3N2eFs/s1600-h/autlan_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVK-mywI/AAAAAAAAAbM/HTpoe3N2eFs/s320/autlan_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616478121151234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is my absolute favorite and I will own this one day...its called Autumn Lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN9E0LdoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HoMJLKULdpM/s1600-h/bstill_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN9E0LdoI/AAAAAAAAAaM/HoMJLKULdpM/s320/bstill_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616064149943938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beside still waters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-My1BgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/IvcuabJ995Q/s1600-h/gargra_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-My1BgI/AAAAAAAAAaU/IvcuabJ995Q/s320/gargra_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616083471631874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Garden of Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-CbKg9I/AAAAAAAAAac/6zbGi6xNrQE/s1600-h/garpra_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-CbKg9I/AAAAAAAAAac/6zbGi6xNrQE/s320/garpra_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616080688022482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pools of Serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-hMkZuI/AAAAAAAAAak/tnQeln2Vkik/s1600-h/ltpeac_f0_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-hMkZuI/AAAAAAAAAak/tnQeln2Vkik/s320/ltpeac_f0_th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616088948303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The light of Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-hub7WI/AAAAAAAAAas/rIkTqjsxK5I/s1600-h/memchr_f0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbN-hub7WI/AAAAAAAAAas/rIkTqjsxK5I/s320/memchr_f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257616089090354530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last Memories of Christmas....because I cant wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case some of you didnt know, our 1 year anniversary is this monday so we are celebrating this weekend by staying at the Armstrong Mansion. It is a bed and breakfast in Salt Lake, and we are taking a horse and buggy tour of Salt Lake that goes up into a canyon and back down. Im really excited! We will have some cool pictures of this I hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5162562538199633627?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5162562538199633627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5162562538199633627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5162562538199633627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5162562538199633627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-obsession.html' title='New obsession'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SPbOVDLIAmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/ZFYg3eSoqP0/s72-c/sercov_f0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5625006283983639462</id><published>2008-10-01T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:27:57.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sept Updates</title><content type='html'>First big news.....we went to the dr today and i have lost more weight!! its not too much at a time so the dr isnt very concerned about it i just really need to focus on the food!! ive been so worried about plumping up like a whale that i end up losing weight! so he gave me permission to go all out and eat all day long. we really wanted an ultrasound to see if we could tell what the baby is so the dr told the nurse he couldnt find the heart beat so she would do an ultrasound for us. She used to work at the place that does 3d pictures of the baby so he said she was better at telling the sex than he was. So she first found the heart beat a normal 146 and watched the baby kick a little and then went in for the bum. She couldnt tell 100% for sure but said if it were a boy she would have seen more...parts. so its a girl! we do have pictures of the ultrasound this time but no way to get them on the computer. Our next appt is Oct 27 and we will do the 20 week ultrasound to see for sure that its a girl and to see if there are any birth defects.&lt;br /&gt;The mascot bowl was awesome!! David got an autograph from the eagle from the PA eagles. There was a way cool drum off..every dance company from the high school performed. There is a new stomp team i guess is what they are called..its all hip hop, anyway at the end of their dance a little 4 year old jumped out front and started break dancing. it was sooo cute! There were lots of raffles one was for a wii another for a suite to a jazz game and a years supply of gourmet meats. The beginning hour was just pictures and autographs free tattoos and face painting and lots of stuff. It ended with a giant fire works show. Austin was on fox 13 news tackling the jazz bear.&lt;br /&gt;His football team is still kicking butt! They lost 1 game to Lone Peak. They won their game tonight against PG 35 to 12. They are now 5-1 the next game isnt for a couple weeks so David is going to go thru withdrawls from being at the games.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent a few weeks at Teresa and Darins house watching Star while she went thru her great life classes. It was really fun to spend a lot of time with star and get to know darin a little better. It was very difficult to leave David for a week, but well worth showing my support.&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about all the updates for now. we may get pictures of us at the mascot bowl from my mom, other than that our camera goes thru batteries so fast its too expensive to keep buying batteries for it. We will one day when we really want pictures of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5625006283983639462?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5625006283983639462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5625006283983639462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5625006283983639462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5625006283983639462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/10/sept-updates.html' title='Sept Updates'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-3301215408907788528</id><published>2008-09-15T16:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T16:51:13.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascot Bowl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SM7mmKVn5nI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HCAemZoBE2U/s1600-h/mascot-bowl-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SM7mmKVn5nI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HCAemZoBE2U/s320/mascot-bowl-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246384159217673842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin was soo excited to tell me he is in the mascot bowl this year!! It will be Sept 29th at about 5. This is the 5th year the school has done this.  Tickets have always been 3 dollars and any kids under 2 are free, so I am guessing thats how much it will be this year. Every year they have a mini concert to open up the game. No one huge but the jazz dancers will be there with the jazz bear signing autographs and taking pictures, there are tons of games and prizes during the game and a big fireworks show.&lt;br /&gt;The mascots that will be there are the Utah Jazz Bear, Grizzbee of the Utah Grizzlies, U of U's Swoop, BYU's Cosmo, Rocky from Rocky Mountain Raceway, Weber State University's Waldo, the Phoenix Suns' Gorilla, the Seattle Sonics' Squach, Slamson from the Sacramento Kings, Portland Trailblazers' Blaze, Leonardo from SLC Real, Chief of the Blaze, Salt Lake Bees' Bumble, and Champ of the Dallas Mavericks.&lt;br /&gt;This will be waay fun and if you want to come let me know and ill go get your tickets cuz they sell out fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-3301215408907788528?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/3301215408907788528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=3301215408907788528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3301215408907788528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/3301215408907788528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/09/mascot-bowl.html' title='Mascot Bowl!!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SM7mmKVn5nI/AAAAAAAAAYw/HCAemZoBE2U/s72-c/mascot-bowl-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-487751194751054078</id><published>2008-09-05T14:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:56:25.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Football and Milly entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I hate macs!!! I have no idea why this is underlining everything and I cant move any of the pictures so we just get to deal with it!!  Here are some of the boring pics of what our boring lives have been like for the past little while.  It seems that Milly is the center of attention for anyone who comes over to our house.  Some times she likes this and other times she hates it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZraIr4GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_-H8x7hmu58/s1600-h/102_6950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZraIr4GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_-H8x7hmu58/s320/102_6950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640412265144418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was blowing bubbles while we were watching Lost the other day (Lost is our new obsession, we rent the seasons from the library.  Were up to the 3rd one) Milly was fascinated by the bubbles.  He would hold it there till she popped it with her paw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZrrY5N9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dkHPZP5vi7A/s1600-h/102_6953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZrrY5N9I/AAAAAAAAAYo/dkHPZP5vi7A/s320/102_6953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640416896530386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVWA8NsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lR1IljzGaBE/s1600-h/102_6921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVWA8NsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/lR1IljzGaBE/s320/102_6921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640033201796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin stays with us on the weekends sometimes. It all started when my mom went out of town and he stayed with us for about 10 days.  Now he is here all the time and he always does some sort of house work while he is here. Most of the time it is our dishes. Poor kid. This last weekend he was here and came down with a cold. He is still sick but has been going to practice and school and complains to anyone who will listen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVuw47ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/svMvNhlsW18/s1600-h/102_6922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVuw47ZI/AAAAAAAAAX4/svMvNhlsW18/s320/102_6922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640039845358994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is him at his first game. The batteries were dead at the second game.  He got a quarter back sack and a few other tackles at the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVx33e4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/d2F43ueRsEI/s1600-h/102_6923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZVx33e4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/d2F43ueRsEI/s320/102_6923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640040679930754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes on the field somewhere. I cant even tell most of the time sitting right on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZWP17ubI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Y3QmA3Z8Ee8/s1600-h/102_6926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZWP17ubI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Y3QmA3Z8Ee8/s320/102_6926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640048724883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and my little brother watching the game.  Brandon told Austin he would pay him 10 bucks if he got a sac, and he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZWTCXmwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hRVdextXPQk/s1600-h/102_6928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZWTCXmwI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/hRVdextXPQk/s320/102_6928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242640049582349058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David looooves going to the games. He is the teams loudest cheerleader. He even shakes his booty. He always has a mouth full of sun flower seeds while cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austins team is now 2-0 they had the most intense game last week against our rival American Fork.  They had some pretty sweet tackles right in front of us and we ended up winning by stopping them in the end. I am a horrible football announcer but David can tell you the stories if your interested. The next game is monday and its another American Fork team so there will be more updates then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-487751194751054078?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/487751194751054078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=487751194751054078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/487751194751054078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/487751194751054078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/09/football-and-milly-entertainment.html' title='Football and Milly entertainment'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGZraIr4GI/AAAAAAAAAYg/_-H8x7hmu58/s72-c/102_6950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-7609021143801595022</id><published>2008-09-05T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:14:50.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My little wiggle worm!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGTMnIeAMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HoLWRoWQgYk/s1600-h/102_6918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGTMnIeAMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HoLWRoWQgYk/s320/102_6918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242633286108184770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a crappy pic of my nugget blob after the first ultrasound at 8 weeks. We didnt get a new one this week :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the Dr today and he was very behind so we had a very quick visit!  He just told me from my last visit when i got my blood taken I had a 43 iron level which is pretty good. I have no idea how I'm getting my iron because I'm anemic and its supposed to be really low! Oh and I am A+ anyone have any clue what David is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we tried to hear the hear beat with just the doppler and my heart beat kept going over the babies so we went in to do an ultrasound. The first thing the Dr said was yup there is a big baby! At the first appointment he told me I would have a good chance of having a 10 pound baby like all my moms. I hope I dont break!! Then the next thing we saw was a little wiggle worm squirming around!! She (my mom and I are convinced it is a girl) was moving and kicking and flailing her arms around everywhere! We could see her little nose poke out and the rest of her face forming and she kept rolling in circles! We had a pretty good view of her head and face and the next thing we knew she was over and we were looking at the back of her head and bum! So he rolled over and found her again so we could hear the heart beat. It was at 158. I have no idea what these numbers mean. One day Ill remember to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last time I went in i was 7 lbs lighter than the last time I wieghed myself. This time i was 2 lbs lighter. But I feel soooo much better now and I actually have an appetite! My mom and grandma have been really good to bring me fresh veggies and fruits and thats what I crave most the time! Just last night I made corn on the cob and it was the best thing I ate all week!! So thats the update on baby nugget and me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-7609021143801595022?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/7609021143801595022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=7609021143801595022&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7609021143801595022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7609021143801595022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-wiggle-worm.html' title='My little wiggle worm!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMGTMnIeAMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/HoLWRoWQgYk/s72-c/102_6918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-8841400121834059563</id><published>2008-09-04T15:20:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:52:42.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Maren</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVpYZ2QHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gywgu5KE9O8/s1600-h/meghan.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVpYZ2QHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gywgu5KE9O8/s320/meghan.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242284135673118834" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First Name    Meghan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVhziKYcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xom4tOs_mLU/s1600-h/elizabeth-city-moth-boats-10000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVhziKYcI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xom4tOs_mLU/s320/elizabeth-city-moth-boats-10000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242284005516796354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Middle Name    Elizabeth  (elizabeth park)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVYPWDZRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Tx-76efNaxA/s1600-h/MOS_Cover_Copyright2001JeanneJohnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVYPWDZRI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/Tx-76efNaxA/s320/MOS_Cover_Copyright2001JeanneJohnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283841183507730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Name    Johnson     (The painters last name is johnson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVKSOrZTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R60iv5w2VvE/s1600-h/sleeping-in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVKSOrZTI/AAAAAAAAAXI/R60iv5w2VvE/s320/sleeping-in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283601439712562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Bad Habit     Sleeping in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBU6jm-xfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Y2ODG3lWI88/s1600-h/craving-for-ice-cream.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBU6jm-xfI/AAAAAAAAAXA/Y2ODG3lWI88/s320/craving-for-ice-cream.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283331227141618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are you doing right now?       CRAVING FOOD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUwDCeHDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KqKD3uUhqRc/s1600-h/Z0050-Marilyn-Monroe-200-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUwDCeHDI/AAAAAAAAAW4/KqKD3uUhqRc/s320/Z0050-Marilyn-Monroe-200-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283150685379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Grandmas name     Marilyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUo7gJUPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3PPAs5lSpmE/s1600-h/frankie_bennys_sign_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUo7gJUPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/3PPAs5lSpmE/s320/frankie_bennys_sign_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242283028403278066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A past pet        Frankie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUh3UIT8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DvjSFNcMphM/s1600-h/26543_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUh3UIT8I/AAAAAAAAAWo/DvjSFNcMphM/s320/26543_f520.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282907020054466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My first job            Mowing lawns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUUKyUwsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xeguF2QO5R8/s1600-h/20_bigbird.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUUKyUwsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xeguF2QO5R8/s320/20_bigbird.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282671728804546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My age     20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUGb5Pw8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UXbJ5Q13ssQ/s1600-h/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUGb5Pw8I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/UXbJ5Q13ssQ/s320/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282435803071426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where i grew up....LEHI!! i liked both these pics (i had to do a famous roller mills pic who hasnt seen footloose??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUGvVkUhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QGIkCZCnvH0/s1600-h/1500035936_3928a85a62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBUGvVkUhI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QGIkCZCnvH0/s320/1500035936_3928a85a62.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282441022132754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we live a block away from this place and its haunted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTy04pvPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6UNUSXOr9Xs/s1600-h/guitar_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTy04pvPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/6UNUSXOr9Xs/s320/guitar_hero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242282098914082034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A past love        Guitar Hero (sorry for the curse word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTpzvILPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7u_yJ7XUCyw/s1600-h/supa.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTpzvILPI/AAAAAAAAAV4/7u_yJ7XUCyw/s320/supa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281943986875634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My best friends nickname......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTpxYV2JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jTcxAhWk1Og/s1600-h/supa-oxygen-tablet.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTpxYV2JI/AAAAAAAAAWA/jTcxAhWk1Og/s320/supa-oxygen-tablet.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281943354431634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is my best friend and before I met him his friends dubbed him Supa Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTVLfE3bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jzjgq7fGLt4/s1600-h/Waikiki_Beach_at_Sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTVLfE3bI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jzjgq7fGLt4/s320/Waikiki_Beach_at_Sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281589584747954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. One of my favorite places.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTVgBthHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ssQnr11b74s/s1600-h/waikiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTVgBthHI/AAAAAAAAAVw/ssQnr11b74s/s320/waikiki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281595098727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waikiki Beach!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTA8i55pI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EB6fv1kzYdw/s1600-h/img13335478170279703e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTA8i55pI/AAAAAAAAAVY/EB6fv1kzYdw/s320/img13335478170279703e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281241976891026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If i went back to school i would be a........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTBLSOj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/FZ560jP4a1w/s1600-h/massage_therapist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBTBLSOj3I/AAAAAAAAAVg/FZ560jP4a1w/s320/massage_therapist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242281245933473650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massage Therapist!    (and I am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBSvrqFJJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sIKVI7szHM8/s1600-h/20060709222250_italy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBSvrqFJJI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/sIKVI7szHM8/s320/20060709222250_italy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242280945385809042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. A place I would love to visit         Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBSgzPSjTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/23SmVikWzIM/s1600-h/istockphoto_250412-lime-green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBSgzPSjTI/AAAAAAAAAVI/23SmVikWzIM/s320/istockphoto_250412-lime-green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242280689722887474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. My favorite color        Lime Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBR-p2UsLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3NPS8wmUjXc/s1600-h/jello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBR-p2UsLI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3NPS8wmUjXc/s320/jello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242280103086698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My favorite foods                    Right now its jello (but not lime!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBR-hPVWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NmKHp0lpHnI/s1600-h/thanksgiving-meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBR-hPVWSI/AAAAAAAAAVA/NmKHp0lpHnI/s320/thanksgiving-meal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242280100775680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is always in my head too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to tag but it is fun and takes up a lot of time if your bored!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-8841400121834059563?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/8841400121834059563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=8841400121834059563&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8841400121834059563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8841400121834059563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/09/tag-from-maren.html' title='Tag from Maren'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SMBVpYZ2QHI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Gywgu5KE9O8/s72-c/meghan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-8774183244810091667</id><published>2008-08-30T17:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:34:28.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Davids Phone</title><content type='html'>So i was going thru pictures on Davids lap top today and found all the pictures from his phone loaded onto it. So now that i have pictures to go along with a post finally i am just going to go over everything we did when we moved home till now....well anything he thought important enough to take a picture of....Dang. I always load the pictures first and then do the writing. Now that im on a different computer than i usually post on...i cant move the pictures where i want them. so now i just get to explain each pic as they are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxH5zAbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdoNgHhrGv4/s1600-h/Rudy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxH5zAbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdoNgHhrGv4/s320/Rudy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467875473588658" border="0" /&gt;This is Ryan before great life and when him and David were still just getting to know each other. (they were just dating)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxbb3QhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ktRjh1V9MdI/s1600-h/Garth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxbb3QhI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ktRjh1V9MdI/s320/Garth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467880716747282" border="0" /&gt;This is Garth. He is my angel into great life (my friends dad who sponsored me) he plays paintball with David and Ryan now.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxoeg3CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9FRO4oWoW5Y/s1600-h/Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxoeg3CI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9FRO4oWoW5Y/s320/Good.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467884217523234" border="0" /&gt;David is just as big of a dork as Teresa and takes pictures of himself almost any day he thinks he looks good.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxpZGyYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-3CXdBsvViE/s1600-h/Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxpZGyYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/-3CXdBsvViE/s320/Bowling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467884463278466" border="0" /&gt;Again at the bowling alley.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEM2So5I/AAAAAAAAATg/4JopfwExS6A/s1600-h/E+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEM2So5I/AAAAAAAAATg/4JopfwExS6A/s320/E+center.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467103706948498" border="0" /&gt;Again at the Jazz game. For those who didnt know when we first got back to Utah we would ride Trax up to the gateway and watch the jazz games. I found tickets on craigslist for 10 bucks each i think. It was real cheap and David had never been to a game before. It was his late Bday present.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEZ5ULfI/AAAAAAAAATo/iM_9vELowL8/s1600-h/Paintball+war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEZ5ULfI/AAAAAAAAATo/iM_9vELowL8/s320/Paintball+war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467107209293298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how obsessed David is with paintball. He draws it on the shower. (we have shower crayons)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEanLrbI/AAAAAAAAATw/HIGki7DNZt4/s1600-h/Jazz1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEanLrbI/AAAAAAAAATw/HIGki7DNZt4/s320/Jazz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467107401674162" border="0" /&gt;At the Jazz game.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEpQJtdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N5dWzrKafwg/s1600-h/Jazz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEpQJtdI/AAAAAAAAAT4/N5dWzrKafwg/s320/Jazz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467111331608018" border="0" /&gt;still at the jazz game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEhZjZbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ivn09E5gN0w/s1600-h/Paint+ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhEhZjZbI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ivn09E5gN0w/s320/Paint+ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240467109223556530" border="0" /&gt;David after a game of paintball. (i think one of them is his nipple he likes to show off)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngOkfNJGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yFQLObt-Hq4/s1600-h/Subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngOkfNJGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yFQLObt-Hq4/s320/Subway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466182339634274" border="0" /&gt;another im hot so im guna take a pic of myself moment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngOirCTQI/AAAAAAAAATA/iQ2gyzYOofE/s1600-h/Rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngOirCTQI/AAAAAAAAATA/iQ2gyzYOofE/s320/Rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466181852384514" border="0" /&gt;Rain playing guitar hero some point in life at Teresas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngO4yxVkI/AAAAAAAAATI/UOh0g5DE9Ok/s1600-h/Sexay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngO4yxVkI/AAAAAAAAATI/UOh0g5DE9Ok/s320/Sexay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466187790407234" border="0" /&gt;Haha dont you love laughing at these??!! especially since he didnt think anyone would ever see them!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngPKpREhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z3GwetVx97U/s1600-h/Shadows.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngPKpREhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/z3GwetVx97U/s320/Shadows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466192582382098" border="0" /&gt;We were walking to ice burg i think and thought our shodows looked really cool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngPCEEAbI/AAAAAAAAATY/eV7GJYJrq8c/s1600-h/Braxton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLngPCEEAbI/AAAAAAAAATY/eV7GJYJrq8c/s320/Braxton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240466190278853042" border="0" /&gt;Braxton at Easter. I think Maren or Teresa had this pic up once apon a time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfazgelkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FJyWhcHkDYc/s1600-h/Maddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfazgelkI/AAAAAAAAASQ/FJyWhcHkDYc/s320/Maddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240465293018306114" border="0" /&gt;This is my little cousin Maddy. She is the cutest thing to watch! She is shy around EVERYONE! But after a while at the family parties she gives in and talks and sings away!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had dinner with my aunt and uncle last week and i wanted to post but didnt have any pictures!! My uncle took over my grampas insurance company after he retired and my aunt was a chemist when they got married but quit after their first baby. My uncle Larry was my favorite uncle growing up. He lived in Cali and we would go out to visit him. He had a jeep (he still has it) He would take off the top and the doors and drive us around. I was extremely jelous when he got married (i think i was 10) but he had me stay the night with her the night before the wedding and we had a blast! i pretty much lived with them after that we made gingerbread houses at christmas and everything! Now they have 4 kids and a huge fabulous house!! We went over to watch the 2 boys and the baby maddy. She was sleeping thank goodness because she cries untill her mom comes home. We watched a movie with the boys in the basement on their huge projector screen. They even have a movie filter thing where they can pop any movie they want in and it blocks out curse words and naughty scenes. its pretty sweet. Anyway after filling up the kids with popcorn and candy my aunt finally came home and made spaghetti. We watched some of the olympics and came home. In the jeep :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfc7nfhrI/AAAAAAAAASY/bx700_CA3aY/s1600-h/Cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfc7nfhrI/AAAAAAAAASY/bx700_CA3aY/s320/Cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240465329554949810" border="0" /&gt;If you havnt noticed this is the face i always get when i try to take a pic of us.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdPjNeUI/AAAAAAAAASg/JWfCCU_183A/s1600-h/Cute+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdPjNeUI/AAAAAAAAASg/JWfCCU_183A/s320/Cute+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240465334905698626" border="0" /&gt;I do not remember this. We are at a botique i think?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdWAqnnI/AAAAAAAAASo/NOHlDqYgqYA/s1600-h/Zoo+supa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdWAqnnI/AAAAAAAAASo/NOHlDqYgqYA/s320/Zoo+supa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240465336639856242" border="0" /&gt;Davids friend came into town for a while sometime after great life so around may i think? Anyway we went to the zoo and it was aweome.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdYaZ5qI/AAAAAAAAASw/jTcM7EkOyTk/s1600-h/Zoo+yas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnfdYaZ5qI/AAAAAAAAASw/jTcM7EkOyTk/s320/Zoo+yas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240465337284683426" border="0" /&gt;Jason at the zoo. It started snowing the second we walked out the doors of the zoo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-8774183244810091667?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/8774183244810091667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=8774183244810091667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8774183244810091667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8774183244810091667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/08/davids-phone.html' title='Davids Phone'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SLnhxH5zAbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/fdoNgHhrGv4/s72-c/Rudy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-196423349573074243</id><published>2008-08-22T20:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:44:06.690-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Surveys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Do people ever mistake you for being a different race?&lt;br /&gt;YES....MEXICAN AND MOST THE TIME ITS DOWNGRADING THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tatoo some1's name on you?&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE MY BABIES BUT PROB NOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you moved out of your parents house?&lt;br /&gt;EH I HAVE BEEN MOVING IN AND OUT OF MY MOMS HOUSE INTO RELATIVES SINCE I WAS 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any friends with "benefits"?&lt;br /&gt;UM NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you miss right now?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT OF FAMILY, TOO MANY TO NAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you drinking anything?&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING AT THE MOMENT BUT I HAVE A WATER BOTTLE NEXT TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music?&lt;br /&gt;YES! THE NEW 90S MIX I MADE FOR MY BLOG...AFTER THE FIRST 5 SONGS ITS ALL 90S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take your daily vitamins?&lt;br /&gt;UM I HAVE PRENATALS BUT I DONT TAKE THEM REGULARLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your most ticklish spot?&lt;br /&gt;MY SIDES OR MY TUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you last cook?&lt;br /&gt;HA ME? COOK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have over 200 MySpace friends?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED...IT BUGS ME REALLY BAD TO SLEEP WITH ANY DOORS OPEN...EVEN THE BEDROOM DOOR BUT WE HAVE TO KEEP IT OPEN FOR THE STUPID CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel?&lt;br /&gt;ONLY FROM THE COOL HOTELS THAT HAVE FANCY BOTTLES. IT USED TO BE A TRADITION WHEN I WENT TO VEGAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?&lt;br /&gt;NO IDEA BUT I HAVE TO HAVE MY BLANKETS COMPLETELY TUCKED AROUND ME...FROM ME GRABBING A BUNCH AT THE TOP AND CUDDLING WITH THEM ALL THE WAY DOWN TO MY TOES. MY TOES ARE A MUST IF THEY ARNT TUCKED IN I CANT SLEEP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever stolen a street sign before?&lt;br /&gt;YES AND MANY MANY CAMPAIGN SIGNS. WHEN I WAS 16 SOMEONE IN LEHI NAMED BONNER WAS RUNNING FOR SOMETHING AND MY COUSIN AND I TOOK PROB 8 OF HIS SIGNS AND BLACKED OUT 1 N SO IT SAID BONER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have freckles?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever count your steps when you walk?&lt;br /&gt;EVERY TIME I GO UP OR DOWN STAIRS AND IN A SQUARE TILE HALLWAY I STEP INSIDE THE SQUARES..OH AND ON CROSSWALKS I HAVE TO STEP ON THE WHITE LINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew your pens and pencils?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE PENCILS TASTE FUNNY AND PENS EXPLODE TOO EASILY. IF I MUST CHEW ON SOMETHING ITS A STRAW OR A POPCYCLE STICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What size is your bed?&lt;br /&gt;CAL KING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay for guys to wear pink?&lt;br /&gt;A VERY SELECT FEW MEN CAN GET AWAY WITH PINK AND NOT LOOKING LIKE A GAY PRIDE MAN. BUT IT LOOKS HORRIBLE ON MOST GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a fact about the last person who you called?&lt;br /&gt;NO IDEA..ITS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE IVE HAD A PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 in the morning, your phone rings, who do you expect it to be?&lt;br /&gt;ONE OF MY OLD STUPID DRUNK FRIENDS CALLING ME TO TELL ME HOW AWESOME THEIR PARTY IS. OR SOMEONE HURT OR IN TROUBLE IN THE FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite thing to eat?&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you traveling anytime soon?&lt;br /&gt;NO :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it sunny or cloudy?&lt;br /&gt;ITS NIGHT TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;MILLY THE CAT AND SHES SLEEPING ON MY LAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new exciting news?&lt;br /&gt;IM HAVING A BABY!! KINDA OLD I GUESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds, Wendys or Burger King?&lt;br /&gt;M FRIES W NUGGETS AND BK SMELLS SO I DONT EAT THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you marry any one of your myspace friends?&lt;br /&gt;I DID! WELL I DIDNT MEET HIM OFF MYSPACE BUT HE IS A FRIEND ON THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have aim?&lt;br /&gt;MSN AND YAHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your aim name?&lt;br /&gt;DONT HAVE ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best bottled water out there?&lt;br /&gt;UM IM OK WITH MOST OF THEM BUT WE GOT CRAPPY SAMS CHOICE THIS TIME AND I DONT LIKE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to the mall what is one store that you go into every time?&lt;br /&gt;AEROPOSTALE OR VICTORIAS SECRET FOR THE LOTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MySpace or Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;MYSPACE FOR FRIENDS FACEBOOK FOR FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your bedside table?&lt;br /&gt;I DONT HAVE ONE BUT I KEEP A BOTTLE OF WATER NEXT TO THE BED ALL THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the geekiest part of your music collection?&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WANT TO FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN I MAKE RANDOM DISNEY CDS. AND I HAVE  THE LES MISERABLES CD :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night?&lt;br /&gt;UM FRUIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your secret weeping movie?&lt;br /&gt;STEP MOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a completely irrational fear?&lt;br /&gt;OK THIS IS NOT A FEAR JUST A HORRIBLE ANNOYANCE....I CAN NOT STAND THE SOUND OF CRINKLY WRAPPERS. ANY PLASTIC OR PAPER WRAPPING JUST GETS ME SOOO BAD! AND THE POPCORN BAGS AT MOVIE THEATRES!!! ITS ALMOST TORTURE TO GO TO A MOVIE. MY FAV THEATRE IN SALT LAKE DOESNT HAVE PAPER POPCORN BAGS, THEY HAVE TUBS OF ALL SIZES SO THERE ARE NO CRINKLY NOISES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment?&lt;br /&gt;POPPING MY NUCKLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have to beg?&lt;br /&gt;A LOT BUT ITS MORE OF A WHINE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone famous?&lt;br /&gt;NOT PERSONALLY. I MET STEVE YOUNG AT MY GRANDMAS DENTIST OFFICE ONCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGE AND NEVER MADE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOntaneous or plain?&lt;br /&gt;I HATE PLANNED OUT WEEKS AND SUCH SO I LOVE TO BE SPONTANEOUS BUT RIGHT NOW IVE BEEN VERY PLAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who should play you in a movie about your life?&lt;br /&gt;THE GIRL FROM JUNO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to play poker?&lt;br /&gt;HECK YES I DO! THANKS TO DAVID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you carry with you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;A WATER BOTTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you miss most about being little?&lt;br /&gt;PLAYING ON THE FARM WITH MY BROTHERS AND MY GRAMPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy with your given name?&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS HATED THE WAY MY FIRST NAME WAS SPELLED, I HATED MY MIDDLE NAME I NEVER TOLD ANYONE WHAT IT WAS. AND I HATED MY LAST NAME JUST BECAUSE NO ONE COULD PRONOUNCE IT. BUT IM PRETTY SATISFIED NOW :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year?&lt;br /&gt;PSHT ID DO IT FOR A MILLION. ACTUALLY ID SELL OUT AND GO CHEAP BUT IT WOULD HAVE TO BE IN AT LEAST THE 5 DIGIT AREA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;UM ALL THE WALLS ARE A TANNISH COLOR, NOT WHITE THO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last song you were listening to?&lt;br /&gt;DREAMING OF YOU BY SELENA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a play?&lt;br /&gt;A BUNCH. I WAS IN THE YEARBOOK AND THE NEWSPAPER FOR MY FIRST ONE THO IN JR HIGH. SCARIEST ONE EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;I THOUGHT SO BUT IM OVER IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;DAVID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;I AM EVERY DAY FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;DEPENDS WHO IM AROUND AND HOW MUCH ENERGY I HAVE. USUALLY I TALK ANYONE WHO COMES TO SEE ME EAR OFF! BUT AT FAMILY PARTIES I CANT GET A WORD IN SO I JUST SIT AND LISTEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself and believe in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF THE TIME. ITS VERY EASY TO GIVE INTO MY CRAP AND LET MY HEAD TALK ME DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you're cute?&lt;br /&gt;PSHT DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do poor, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;NO EVER SINCE I WAS LITTLE I WANTED TO ALWAYS GIVE THEM THINGS AND WHEN MY MOM TOLD ME THEY WOULD JUST USE MY MONEY TO BUY DRUGS, IF THEIR SIGN SAID THEY WERE HUNGRY ID WANT TO GIVE THEM MY FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself to be a nice person?&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF THE TIME. BUT I CAN GET SCARY MEAN WHEN SOMEONE CROSSES ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you spend more time with your girlfriend, boyfriend, or your friends?&lt;br /&gt;MY HUSBAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your ideal marriage location?&lt;br /&gt;WELL I WANTED AN OUTSIDE WEDDING IN FRONT OF A WATERFALL, WHICH I WOULD HAVE HAD IF WE KEPT THE ORIGINAL WEDDING DATE FOR THE WEEK AFTER OURS, BUT THE WEDDING WAS STILL AMAZING AND I LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;DOVE..BUT BODY WASH NOT SOAP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the one language you want to learn?&lt;br /&gt;SPANISH WOULD BE MOST USEFULL BUT I WANT TO LEARN NAVAJO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you eat an apple?&lt;br /&gt;I BITE INTO THEM BUT THE PEEL ALWAYS GETS SHOVED IN BETWEEN MY TEETH AND MAKES MY GUMS BLEED SO I TRY TO CUT THEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you order at a bar?&lt;br /&gt;IVE NEVER BEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever pierced your body parts?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE COULD NEVER HURT MYSELF IN ANYWAY! I WATCHED ALL MY FRIENDS DO IT THO. GROSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive stick?&lt;br /&gt;MY OLD CAR WAS A STICK :( I TAUGHT DAVID HOW TO DRIVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one trait you hate in a person?&lt;br /&gt;PATHOLOGICAL LIARS. NOT JUST THE REGULAR JOE SHMO WHO WILL LIE TO KEEP A GOOD NAME, BUT THE ONES WHO MAKE UP TALL TALES JUST TO MAKE THEIR LIVES SOUND INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite writing instrument?&lt;br /&gt;PEN OR KEYBOARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's one car you will never buy?&lt;br /&gt;UM A GEO OR A GRANNY CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you won the lottery, what would you do first?&lt;br /&gt;PAY OFF ALL MY BILLS AND GET MY PHONE BACK ON, THEN GET A CAR AND I DUNNO. SOMEONE ONCE TOLD ME THAT A POOR PERSON GIVEN A LARGE SUM OF MONEY WOULD SUBCONCIOUSLY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO DO WITH A LOT OF MONEY SO THEY WOULD SPEND IT AS FAST AS THEY POSSIBLY COULD SO THEY COULD GET BACK INTO THE STATE OF MIND THAT THEY ARE POOR AND HAVE NO MONEY. SO I WOULD WANT TO INVEST A LOT OF IT SO I COULD STAY RICH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burial or cremation?&lt;br /&gt;BURIAL. CREMATIONS ARE HORRIBLE IN MY MIND. THERE IS NO FINAL RESTING SPOT TO VISIT WHEN LONELY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like a person, how do you show it?&lt;br /&gt;IF ITS FAMILY I JUST FAKE NICE, BUT IF ITS SOMEONE ELSE I DONT CARE I JUST WONT TALK TO THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you cry in front of friends?&lt;br /&gt;NOT A LOT BUT I HAVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of first impression do you think you give to people?&lt;br /&gt;LOL WELL I KNOW WHAT I USED TO GIVE. A GIANT MIDDLE FINGER TO THE WORLD. BUT NOW A DAYS I LIKE TO SMILE A LOT WHEN I FIRST MEET PEOPLE SO IF ANYTHING THEY GET A FRIENDLY IMPRESSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;LAST NIGHT. DANG PREGO EMOTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite communication method?&lt;br /&gt;EMAILS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you type with your eyes closed?&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH, SOMETIMES I CAN TALK WHILE TYPING BUT IF I DO IT FOR TOO LONG THEN I JUST START TYPING WHAT IM SAYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you ski?&lt;br /&gt;SNOWBOARD. IVE NEVER TRIED SKIING ON SNOW OR IN A BOAT. JUST SNOWBOARDING OR WAKE BOARDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you speak in sign language?&lt;br /&gt;I USEDTA COULD. I LEARNED IT WHEN I WAS A PEER TUTOR FOR THE DOWN SYNDROME KIDS IN MY SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say the alphabet backwards effortlessly?&lt;br /&gt;HA NO I ACTUALLY HAD A DREAM ABOUT THAT THE OTHER DAY. THAT THE FIRST DAY I GOT MY LICENSE BACK A COP PULLED ME OVER AND ACCUSED ME OF BEING DRUNK SO ASKED ME TO DO THAT AND I ASKED HIM TO DO IT CUZ I BET HE COULDNT AND I WAS RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;NOPE I USED TO TRY A LOT THO. MOSTLY JUST CUZ I LOVE MERICHINO CHERRIES!! I CAN UNDO A STARBURST WRAPPER THO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-196423349573074243?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/196423349573074243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=196423349573074243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/196423349573074243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/196423349573074243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-surveys.html' title='Random Surveys'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-9053491881616379799</id><published>2008-08-18T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:25:45.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD!</title><content type='html'>so its almost been a month since ive posted anything, i have some pics but dont have the energy to put them onto the computer. i slack and use davids lap top so i dont have to sit at the desk to play on the internet anymore. So just a few updates: We went to the dr and LOVE him!!! Most drs down talk to me or treat me like im some stupid inferior youngin who doesnt know anything about anything. but this dr is amazing!! He is at the womens center at Alta View hospital and if you plan on being there when the baby comes i advise you get directions or go see if before the day of because you WILL get lost! I am lucky my mom knew where she was going because i sure didnt! My uncle David is a pharmecist (dont know how to spell it) but he used to work at Alta View and knows my dr personally! He also lives about 5 min away from the hospital so a few days before the due date if needed we will be staying with him, so we dont have to worry about living 20 min away from the hospital instead of 15 from American Fork. I HATE that hospital, just due to personal experiences and such. Actually i am going to explain because im sick of getting the look when i say anything bad about that hospital. I know for some it has given great experiences, but when my grandfather was taken in there.  When the dr came out to tell the family they had 2 choices, either life flight him over to the provo hospital to get high risk brain surgery where he had a 20% chance of surviving. OR pull the plug and let him die. The dr did not make the life flight option sound appealing at all and just had to add in his 2 cents and say if it were his dad he would just let him die and save the money. When i had my infamous run in with the lawn mower i was taken the the same dr and after the shots and morphine my family has a reputation of getting very loopy and goofy and when the dr was stitching up my leg i was joking around and trying to get him to laugh, but he ignored me the entire time and when he was done all he said was "44 stitches in 3 layers, come back in a few weeks to get these removed" and walked away. I have never been treated like a human with feelings or emotions in that building.  More like a factory for broken toys.  I will not be delivering this or any other of my babies in the american fork hospital.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY my dr told us at first he thought i had a miscarry baby because it was so small and we thought i was at 12 weeks.  Then he found the heart beat and let us hear it, i was only at 8 weeks :( but it was AMAZING to hear a heart beat coming out of my belly!!! he is my little blob for now, he was a peanut, and now almost a nugget.  My biggest fear of needles was met when i had blood drawn, but even that lady was extremely nice!  So i LOVE my dr and his office staff.&lt;br /&gt;I have had THE worst morning sickness of life! i lost 7 lbs at my dr visit, we will see at the next one if it continued.  I did get anti nausea pills, the first day i took them i went straight to sleep for 8 hours. I tried to get up after 4 hours because it was the middle of the day but i was sooo loopy i fell all over the place and just fell back to the couch to go back to sleep!  The next day was Rains party and Dustins baptizm.  I was still getting used to the sleepy side affect but felt the best i had felt in a few weeks.  I havnt taken any pills today and im not doing too bad so i think i am getting over the horrid morning sickness!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother Austin stayed with us for about 10 days while my mom was in New Jersey.  I DO NOT know how we kept the kid fed the entire time!! He eats more than me and david put together!  But he took care of me when david didnt want to which was just about 75% of the time!  He started football and plays running back and i think deffensive lineman?  I know a tiny bit of football, enough to understand the game, but not enough to explain it! Im excited for his first game....ill get some good pics of that!  I think he may be in the mascot bowl too.  You will want to come if he is! Every year the Lehi High School something team? i took the class but moved to a different school for 3 months and came back but couldnt get back into the class. it was called business marketing but i have no clue what the club is? ANYWAY they have ties with the Jazz Bear and he gathers his mascott friends and they play a football game against the younger football team, i believe the team austin is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure there is much other to update about?  Nothing really goes on right now that im feeling so sick.  Maybe its just time to have a family picnic so we can have something to talk about! OH davids other half ryan came home from pa.  They have been out with each other every day for over a week now! i swear they make a better couple than david and i but oh well.  I just get more time to sleep.  Some of davids smells make me so nauseas i have to make him move away from me, its sad but he knows i love him! Hows that Teresa!! did i keep you reading long enough!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-9053491881616379799?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/9053491881616379799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=9053491881616379799&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/9053491881616379799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/9053491881616379799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-swear-im-not-dead.html' title='I SWEAR IM NOT DEAD!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-737328026602574307</id><published>2008-07-19T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:47:30.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SIJ9Ckd9n7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-iTu5PnWA8Q/s1600-h/random+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224876000805756850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SIJ9Ckd9n7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-iTu5PnWA8Q/s320/random+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-737328026602574307?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/737328026602574307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=737328026602574307&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/737328026602574307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/737328026602574307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SIJ9Ckd9n7I/AAAAAAAAASI/-iTu5PnWA8Q/s72-c/random+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5562440612452500489</id><published>2008-07-14T14:12:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T15:00:19.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A few days with Whitnee</title><content type='html'>We had Whitnee stay with us for a few nights, we spent one night up at Teresas so we were with her for 3 days.  As you all should know, we sold our car a while ago so we now take the bus! Saves a ton of money on the gas we dont buy now! So we went up to Daylons bday party at the swimming pool and spent the night, then Darin took us down to a trax station, but we werent ready to go home yet.  We went up to Salt Lake and took Whitnee around temple square and then up to the gateway. Here are some pics of that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; These 4 were actually on our way up to Teresas.  We had some time to kill before our bus headed up there, and we were waiting for my dad.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967379244284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1KLFO-aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NjbvebDmbT8/s320/day+with+whitnee+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sitting on the steps of the TEMPLE!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967359708701058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1JCTloYI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Dz3CupkR1uY/s320/day+with+whitnee+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967944309304146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1rEHO61I/AAAAAAAAAPo/jhMQ0e9JuXE/s320/day+with+whitnee+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David was so excited he touched the temple and didnt burst into flames......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967948291108018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1rS8kbLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/USFQKRRJtX4/s320/day+with+whitnee+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that he tried to go in! JK he ran away as soon as i took the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968842088511970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu2fUmeeeI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8WUoav7b-Sk/s320/day+with+whitnee+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the next day with Whitnee, inside the old tabernacle. I sang here at the last general conference held here. I was probably about 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968850383845346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu2fzgPN-I/AAAAAAAAAQI/_8R0iw0mYYI/s320/day+with+whitnee+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then we went to the visitors center, this is the model of Jeruselem, it talks about where an event happened and a little light blinks on the model where it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967386949514002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1KnyTcxI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Ov8CfqVkRW0/s320/day+with+whitnee+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Whitnee in front of a picture of the statue upstairs, we didnt have time to go up and see the real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967393903508466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1LBsQ-_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/i80iGLKeACQ/s320/day+with+whitnee+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitnee learning about something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222967412820008306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1MIKT3XI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zBatdx9t3Tw/s320/day+with+whitnee+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about how much fun it was at the end of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968873344498066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu2hJCe-ZI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/b1RTWgSV9M4/s320/day+with+whitnee+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Whitnee and I threw pennies in the fountain, there was a big shell thing we both made it in after 2 or 3 tries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968882650652050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu2hrtPnZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OcVGKcBWiRw/s320/day+with+whitnee+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitnee and I in front of the temple at the reflection pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968889584926578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu2iFigP3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/o-voACSH2y0/s320/day+with+whitnee+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitnee inside the Joseph Smith Memorial Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222969570154682322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3Js2-l9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/LLTygMYrwmY/s320/day+with+whitnee+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222969576817132402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3KFrbg3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/2Ed94eoUIJc/s320/day+with+whitnee+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my dad works (upstairs of course) I love this building especially at Christmas when the giant tree is up, but its green and it reminds me of mermaids or under the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222969586766466738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3KqviTrI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/m00R4AJ9DzI/s320/day+with+whitnee+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up to the roof and took pics of the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222968012193595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1vBAHAbI/AAAAAAAAAP4/B30azXndHW0/s320/day+with+whitnee+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Whitnee on the Trax. We had to stand up when we first got on and the circle thing spins on the turns and whit was scared of it at first. After a while she thought it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222969594016639666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3LFwHKrI/AAAAAAAAARA/E8yH2cleSJk/s320/day+with+whitnee+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to wait for a ride home from Trax, this is what we did to entertain ourselves. Whit wanted a pic of us kissing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222969610742291938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3MED0XeI/AAAAAAAAARI/MvyJ0CzP09A/s320/day+with+whitnee+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We tanned our legs, David blinded us with his whiteness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu311ytXlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8fEwu1CIm7Q/s1600-h/day+with+whitnee+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970328466939474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu311ytXlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/8fEwu1CIm7Q/s320/day+with+whitnee+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took bored pictures of everyones feet....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu32yTmWtI/AAAAAAAAARY/CXH4xh0pYBc/s1600-h/day+with+whitnee+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970344711019218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu32yTmWtI/AAAAAAAAARY/CXH4xh0pYBc/s320/day+with+whitnee+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu34a_7KSI/AAAAAAAAARg/PcPac1ZmuH0/s1600-h/day+with+whitnee+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970372814219554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu34a_7KSI/AAAAAAAAARg/PcPac1ZmuH0/s320/day+with+whitnee+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu375aE10I/AAAAAAAAARo/DCN-B2UfTrU/s1600-h/day+with+whitnee+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970432516577090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu375aE10I/AAAAAAAAARo/DCN-B2UfTrU/s320/day+with+whitnee+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally we got home! Whit played with Milly a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3_m0hZ-I/AAAAAAAAARw/5LlGsGTARnw/s1600-h/day+with+whitnee+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970496246704098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu3_m0hZ-I/AAAAAAAAARw/5LlGsGTARnw/s320/day+with+whitnee+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont remember if it was the first or second night, but Davids friend Ryan always invites us to activities with him and his girlfriend Danielle. Her ward had given her some wrist bands to get into the giant multi ward activity at 7-peaks. It went from 6 to midnight! And they had a few new slides since I had been there. I think it was really a multi stake activity because i saw a lot of people from my old ward in Lehi and i wasnt too pleased to see them. BUT whitnee had fun. Here are the pics we got for this event....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970714752382914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu4MU0Vd8I/AAAAAAAAAR4/LDhCUGdqGKE/s320/day+with+whitnee+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Whitnee goofing off in the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222970757105070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu4OymAMmI/AAAAAAAAASA/328SEFDIyFc/s320/day+with+whitnee+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me not happy to be going, and then the camera died! It was a fun night but no proof of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5562440612452500489?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5562440612452500489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5562440612452500489&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5562440612452500489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5562440612452500489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/few-days-with-whitnee.html' title='A few days with Whitnee'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHu1KLFO-aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/NjbvebDmbT8/s72-c/day+with+whitnee+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-8047229880741868027</id><published>2008-07-10T11:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T12:14:50.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag from Teresa (BRAT!)</title><content type='html'>How To Play This Game of Tag: Post these rules on your blog. List: 3 joys, 3 fears, 3 goals, 3 current obsessions/collections, 3 random surprising facts about yourself. Tag 5 people at the end of your post by leaving their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOYS (aside from the top 2 family &amp;amp; faith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Being able to be the aunt that gets to play with the kids while im there, but handing them back to their parents when im done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Being married to someone who matches me so perfectly. We think, act, talk, ARE alike, but still have sooo many differences. We get to learn new things about each other and its what i never would have seen in him that i love discovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Being able to do something for someone else, and seeing their face (when they appreciate it) that brings THE biggest joy for me that i could ever feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HEIGHTS! BUT i have challenged myself (and cam) to return to my biggest fear and let it know it doesnt controll me. I will one day go to Las Vegas and ride those horrible rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. That one day David will wake up and look at me and think "what the hell was i thinking?" and just pack up and leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Falling so far back into my depression that i wont be able to come out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To finish school the top of my class, with confidence in my new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. To be fully prepared financially by the time we start having kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Create love and passion between my husband and i everyweek so we never grow apart, instead we will grow together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT OBSESSIONS/COLLECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. So you think you can dance.  I work everynight its on, so i you tube all the performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I LOVE giving out massages, i need the practice and apparently im pretty good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to keep my house clean, I just hate doing dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM/SURPRISING FACTS ABOUT ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Im horrible at naming pets, when i was younger my cats name was cat, our fish were always bob and i never named a dog or my horse. so im terrified to have to name a baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Almost every piece of furniture in my house was found for free or given to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. my favorite color is green and no matter how much i tell myself the next article of clothing i buy will be a different color. i always come out with a green shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I TAG THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;1. Daylon&lt;br /&gt;2. Talea&lt;br /&gt;3. Hyatt&lt;br /&gt;4. Anna&lt;br /&gt;5. Dustin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-8047229880741868027?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/8047229880741868027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=8047229880741868027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8047229880741868027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/8047229880741868027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/tag-from-teresa-brat.html' title='Tag from Teresa (BRAT!)'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4595527562022265869</id><published>2008-07-08T18:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:21:45.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Hiro</title><content type='html'>Hiro was our cute little teddy bear hampster. He was free from craigslist the night i graduated great life. When we first got him he was really cute and fun to watch in his ball. At first he wasnt too good with how small our apt is, he would run into EVERYTHING in that ball. It didnt take him too long to master the corners and stop hitting things.  After a week or so i got brave and decided to hold him (small rodents freak me out) but instead of actually grabbing him i just poked him which i guess was a really bad idea because he would freak out and it made me laugh so i told david to give it a try and Hiro bit him pretty good.  After that i was too afraid to pick him up even to put him in his ball, so david did.  He got bit a few more times after that.&lt;br /&gt;Milly and Hiro played together pretty well, they would chase each other and they liked to have staring matches, to see who would move first. We discovered Hiro one morning all stuffed underneath his "coverings" i dont know exactly what it is, the stuff we put in the bottom of the cage. He always slept burried underneath it, but he hadnt come out to eat yet, so after a few pokes we discovered he was dead. Probable cause; He froze to death. Apparently hampsters dont like breezes or cold rooms, and we keep our apt pretty cool, i usually cover him with a blanket before bed so he has more heat, but i forgot. Poor guy. So here's to Hiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB9BNKT4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZUrBRwyBaVo/s1600-h/Us+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800015836532610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB9BNKT4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZUrBRwyBaVo/s320/Us+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved to climb his cage like monkey bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB9fRltuI/AAAAAAAAANg/w42D1sxT4eI/s1600-h/Us+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800023908169442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB9fRltuI/AAAAAAAAANg/w42D1sxT4eI/s320/Us+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It entertained Milly too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB95rSVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/oVbrDAtztxg/s1600-h/Us+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800030995273522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB95rSVzI/AAAAAAAAANo/oVbrDAtztxg/s320/Us+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She teased him by jumping on top of the cage and just staring down at him, thats when he started climbing to the top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB-G4yrhI/AAAAAAAAANw/YvZ41rvy2LU/s1600-h/Us+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800034541579794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB-G4yrhI/AAAAAAAAANw/YvZ41rvy2LU/s320/Us+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dont know why the door was down, but we got some good pics of him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB-kg-BeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OWuV-SyDG1Q/s1600-h/Us+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800042494723554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB-kg-BeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/OWuV-SyDG1Q/s320/Us+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was posing so well for the camera....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220800272414548018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQCL9CIIDI/AAAAAAAAAOA/KSOkmukIdtg/s320/Us+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;And Milly noticed too, she never knew what to do with him, but this was the closest they ever got! She just smelled him and we closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4595527562022265869?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4595527562022265869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4595527562022265869&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4595527562022265869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4595527562022265869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/rip-hiro.html' title='RIP Hiro'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHQB9BNKT4I/AAAAAAAAANY/ZUrBRwyBaVo/s72-c/Us+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6224710543165947144</id><published>2008-07-08T17:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:06:27.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Milly</title><content type='html'>Milly was my bday present this year. She is about 3 months old? just a guess...she is our new baby! She gets into everything! and she is spoiled to death, not only by us. Davids friend Ryan lives with a cat obsessed lady! she spent 125 bucks on this spoiled little thing in one day! she has a pink bed in the corner of our bed, so she sleeps with us everynight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8RyJM7CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSt2c-6cbtg/s1600-h/Us+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220793775500880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8RyJM7CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSt2c-6cbtg/s320/Us+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8SsXrEpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/t38kODokkbE/s1600-h/Us+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220793791130833554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8SsXrEpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/t38kODokkbE/s320/Us+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the toys Maria bought her, the ball spins around the outside and flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8TGm2RRI/AAAAAAAAANA/Gd98CiA28fE/s1600-h/Us+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220793798173803794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8TGm2RRI/AAAAAAAAANA/Gd98CiA28fE/s320/Us+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her and our hampster used to play together like this when he was in his ball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8TiOeG6I/AAAAAAAAANI/4fMUnkt83rk/s1600-h/Us+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220793805587749794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8TiOeG6I/AAAAAAAAANI/4fMUnkt83rk/s320/Us+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They liked to stare at each other for a few minutes until one of them got brave and made a move&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8Ub6ZEOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/w7-JHjG6l7g/s1600-h/Us+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220793821072789730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8Ub6ZEOI/AAAAAAAAANQ/w7-JHjG6l7g/s320/Us+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is getting into davids backpack. She thought she'd go to school with us i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6224710543165947144?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6224710543165947144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6224710543165947144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6224710543165947144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6224710543165947144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/meet-milly.html' title='Meet Milly'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP8RyJM7CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/pSt2c-6cbtg/s72-c/Us+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4388686424957765373</id><published>2008-07-08T17:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:42:37.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Work</title><content type='html'>David and I both work at Greenwood Assisted Living.  Technically i guess we are nurses aides, BUT we do just as much of the medical things that everyone else there, certified or not does.  We will be taking our CNA class next month. Anyway...just some of the ruitine things we do are; showers, toileting (yes that means changing briefs aka diapers) passing pills, serving meals and depeding on the shift either waking them up and getting them dressed, or putting them to bed. Its an awesome job, they are just a bunch of wrinkly kids and that comes with the good and the bad of children. For now i dont need kids i already take care of about 50 give or take. Here are some goofy pics of us getting ready for work and at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5r_0KiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x_dP8j16T4U/s1600-h/Us+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790927312455682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5r_0KiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x_dP8j16T4U/s320/Us+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cant seem to take a serious picture, and when he does......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5segBeXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/71Ascl4U2NQ/s1600-h/Us+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790935549475186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5segBeXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/71Ascl4U2NQ/s320/Us+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he looks high!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5szvhpII/AAAAAAAAAMY/Gt22ufhv-pA/s1600-h/Us+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790941251642498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5szvhpII/AAAAAAAAAMY/Gt22ufhv-pA/s320/Us+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me passing night time pills...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5td7rOlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5cvR481zmJY/s1600-h/Us+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790952576891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5td7rOlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5cvR481zmJY/s320/Us+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David talking to David (i think he looks like Ross from friends at age 83)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5tmFfmQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tpFpGDNOwZQ/s1600-h/Us+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220790954765555970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5tmFfmQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/tpFpGDNOwZQ/s320/Us+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its really easy not to do anything but pull my hair back for work, because no matter what i look like all the residents tell me how beautiful i am! (i think its the lack of wrinkles :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are more pics im sure, but these are all i could find for now....as time goes on we will post about our favs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4388686424957765373?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4388686424957765373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4388686424957765373&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4388686424957765373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4388686424957765373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/07/wonders-of-work.html' title='Wonders of Work'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SHP5r_0KiAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/x_dP8j16T4U/s72-c/Us+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6332626724260149790</id><published>2008-06-30T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:33:46.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David celebrates great life!</title><content type='html'>You should all have at least heard by now that David and I have been attending a training in Salt Lake City called The Great Life Foundation. It truly has transformed our lives! There are 3 parts to the training. Part 1 is called Awakenings, I started that one in March and David started in April. They are 4 days long and the graduation is that saturday. This training is all about breaking down emotional walls and reconnecting with your inner child.  Part 2 is called Brilliance Within, also 4 days long but the days are a little longer.  This training is breaking thru the pain in your past to find the joy in yourself. It opened my eyes to who i truly am, and what i am capable of. We also create a creation statement, it goes like this....&lt;br /&gt;Me:      Hello my name is Meghan&lt;br /&gt;Grads: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:      I am a beautiful, inspiring, powerful woman!&lt;br /&gt;Grads: yes you are!&lt;br /&gt;Me:      thank you i know&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;Me:      Thru my love, power and passion I inspire joy!&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Me:      i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David:  Hello I'm David&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;David:  I am a courageous, worthy, joyful man!&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  Yes you are!&lt;br /&gt;David:   Thank you I know!&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;David:  By being peaceful i inspire joy bringing freedom and inspiration to all!&lt;br /&gt;Grads:  Bring it on!&lt;br /&gt;David:  I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense when it happens. Most people think we are a cult, until they go thru.  I know i did! Then comes part 3, it is a friday and sat every other week for a few months. There are 4 weekends total. This brings all the tools we learned in the previous parts and applies it to daily life so we can continue living the way we felt in the training.  Coming from my own experience I took this training at the perfect time in my life! I used to be depressed and extremely dramatic. Nothing i or anyone else did for me would satisfy me, now i am just happy to serve everyone and anyone! I wake up excited to go do things and I have a ton more energy than i used to. I dont make up excuses anymore, Im open and honest and i have a lot more love to share with others! I celebrated in May but i dont have any pictures of my celebration. Prob a good thing, it was 80s themed! here are the pics of Davids.  Ill explain each picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795987209787090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVzigZFtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AGrh7KcMfk0/s320/Us+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Davids great life class #241 (I was 240....waaaay cooler!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795976825878850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVy70rOUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_bnw7en-ols/s320/Us+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came out to the stage dancing...as you can see he loves to entertain them by being a dork in front of the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYJNvt1xI/AAAAAAAAALA/VtpQoDnwsMY/s1600-h/Us+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798558617294610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYJNvt1xI/AAAAAAAAALA/VtpQoDnwsMY/s320/Us+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They each took turns lighting candles. This is a beautiful representation of great life. I could go into a lot of detail but if your curious just ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYJZCA4OI/AAAAAAAAALI/DHVyd4W2J1w/s1600-h/Us+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798561646829794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYJZCA4OI/AAAAAAAAALI/DHVyd4W2J1w/s320/Us+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is David giving his experiences of great life....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYKDYDmoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3HyCSkzu9_A/s1600-h/Us+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798573013572226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYKDYDmoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/3HyCSkzu9_A/s320/Us+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan is Davids best friend, they went thru this together and now they are inseperable dorks for life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYKikVPII/AAAAAAAAALY/0CVjrc_Ektk/s1600-h/Us+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798581386558594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYKikVPII/AAAAAAAAALY/0CVjrc_Ektk/s320/Us+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starlett actually let me hold her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYLGjZh0I/AAAAAAAAALg/s_SpnN3PpXk/s1600-h/Us+143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217798591046321986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlYLGjZh0I/AAAAAAAAALg/s_SpnN3PpXk/s320/Us+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harrison NAVAJO PRIDE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVyP5lBDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5s_27-9UmZs/s1600-h/Us+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795965035283506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVyP5lBDI/AAAAAAAAAKY/5s_27-9UmZs/s320/Us+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They wore fake mustaches....so glad he doesnt actually have one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVyphczNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tc5X3lTSEOQ/s1600-h/Us+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795971913403602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVyphczNI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tc5X3lTSEOQ/s320/Us+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan and I putting on our studly faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlV0K3k8cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6tO213bLtN0/s1600-h/Us+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795998044451266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlV0K3k8cI/AAAAAAAAAK4/6tO213bLtN0/s320/Us+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, Steve, Teresa, Darin, Star and Rachel came to the celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU8RQ-dLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yc53oBw5fDk/s1600-h/Us+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795037688919218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU8RQ-dLI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yc53oBw5fDk/s320/Us+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were Mario and Luigi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU869IddI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1l_KbHGqz3o/s1600-h/Us+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795048879977938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU869IddI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1l_KbHGqz3o/s320/Us+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU925BWJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sgIDfpvW0qM/s1600-h/Us+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795064968861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlU925BWJI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sgIDfpvW0qM/s320/Us+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVB9kZV2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/GuR7GLxGrLY/s1600-h/Us+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795135480878946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVB9kZV2I/AAAAAAAAAKI/GuR7GLxGrLY/s320/Us+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I staffed Davids celebration weekend, so did another wife of a grad...were the wives of the group i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVCnIcQBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hqVP5e9uTK0/s1600-h/Us+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217795146637918226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVCnIcQBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hqVP5e9uTK0/s320/Us+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan David Katherine and Ryan. Katherine has a tattoo of a mustache on her fingers....so they all have fake mustaches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that were celebrated we will be back staffing, enrolling family into the training. Rachel has gone thru part 1 and is scheduled to start part 2 in July.  Linda is planning on starting sometime this year, whenever her work will allow.  Teresa is next! lol jk! Couples is the next training for us! it starts in September and we will let you all know how that goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6332626724260149790?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6332626724260149790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6332626724260149790&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6332626724260149790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6332626724260149790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/david-celebrates-great-life.html' title='David celebrates great life!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGlVzigZFtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/AGrh7KcMfk0/s72-c/Us+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4529321129612443511</id><published>2008-06-28T20:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:57:38.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with Ruben</title><content type='html'>As i said in the last post..Jesus dropped Ruben off today and luckily we had a ton of stuff going on all day so we could keep him busy. We went to the parade after he played with the kitten for a little bit. He got a huge sugar high so we took him to the park. Every year the city counsel puts together a sort of carnival for the kids that were in the parade. When i was in the parades it was a park full of free activities to win prizes, just small stuff like fishing for tadpoles and cute stuff like that. We took him expecting that...but since Lehi is soooo big now they had all sorts of stuff that was close to free. 25 cents for most things. 50 cents for others. a couple dollars for the REALLY cool stuff! Ruben was so excited he could spend his dollar on somethin fun! Here are the pics of Rubens day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3c_XZeCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zm3bN_Rd4j4/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129295773268002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3c_XZeCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zm3bN_Rd4j4/s320/Day+with+Ruben+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting put in a harness to go rock climbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3dX2nCLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X5FzTnQvSK4/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129302346631346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3dX2nCLI/AAAAAAAAAJo/X5FzTnQvSK4/s320/Day+with+Ruben+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He made it up a lot further than any of the other kids his size! This was the second hardest side of the wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3PNDv79I/AAAAAAAAAI4/sfeNtMQDUpU/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129058930782162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3PNDv79I/AAAAAAAAAI4/sfeNtMQDUpU/s320/Day+with+Ruben+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He and David jumped down the giant slide, the cameras timing is wierd so i managed to get Davids feet as he jumped...i completely missed Rubens jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3PQT4CpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wwRl0-hRhXc/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129059803728530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3PQT4CpI/AAAAAAAAAJA/wwRl0-hRhXc/s320/Day+with+Ruben+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruben REALLY wanted to be dunked it was a dollar to be dunked and a dollar for 3 throws. Ruben got dunked by David 2 times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3Pw4T-FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5Xkja9fnTEY/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129068546488402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3Pw4T-FI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5Xkja9fnTEY/s320/Day+with+Ruben+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was his second dunk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3QAqmWgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jBHKgph6pJ4/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129072783940098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3QAqmWgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jBHKgph6pJ4/s320/Day+with+Ruben+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And hes in the water!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3QfUWl9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/VV8o_XQC3NM/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217129081012131794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3QfUWl9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/VV8o_XQC3NM/s320/Day+with+Ruben+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David was pretty stoked he got 2 out of 3 throws from a pretty far distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2rsxqy9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rs3OuHbxteg/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217128448969591762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2rsxqy9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/rs3OuHbxteg/s320/Day+with+Ruben+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This swing was only 25 cents and he was super excited for it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2r3hoWmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JGhJrR8w-9g/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217128451855112802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2r3hoWmI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JGhJrR8w-9g/s320/Day+with+Ruben+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Until they set a little blonde girl next to him! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2sRDQCmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UWCyYGls5CY/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217128458707012194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2sRDQCmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UWCyYGls5CY/s320/Day+with+Ruben+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He still had fun anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2sjli3-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/2EqWc9cdbuI/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217128463682691042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2sjli3-I/AAAAAAAAAIo/2EqWc9cdbuI/s320/Day+with+Ruben+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David had to beg him to do the slip n slide and after he went once he went 2 more times it was so fun! also 25 cents.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2s8iRF1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fDFxEd84nV0/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217128470379829074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2s8iRF1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fDFxEd84nV0/s320/Day+with+Ruben+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I bet he felt pretty good after that, it was HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2EclhglI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NDILll3KKkE/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127774608786002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2EclhglI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NDILll3KKkE/s320/Day+with+Ruben+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had free arts and crafts. He colored his own paddle ball thingy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2E4-A-JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gb2A8-Owy5g/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127782227703954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2E4-A-JI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Gb2A8-Owy5g/s320/Day+with+Ruben+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a free petting zoo with lots of baby goats and ducks and chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FOOS_CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LhB_s3sSBO4/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127787933137954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FOOS_CI/AAAAAAAAAH4/LhB_s3sSBO4/s320/Day+with+Ruben+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and pigs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FYyGT3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zhd-t0hUhLM/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127790767656818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FYyGT3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/Zhd-t0hUhLM/s320/Day+with+Ruben+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And pony rides! This is where Ruben spent his dollar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FnBqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAII/s26LqlTXFfY/s1600-h/Day+with+Ruben+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217127794591024098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb2FnBqQ-I/AAAAAAAAAII/s26LqlTXFfY/s320/Day+with+Ruben+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It looks like a dollar well spent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He left saying it was sorta fun, then when Jesus picked him up he couldnt stop talking about all the stuff he did today! It was fun, just a tad bit hot. It woulda been a lot funner with all the nieces and nephews but were kinda far away from everyone! It was a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4529321129612443511?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4529321129612443511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4529321129612443511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4529321129612443511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4529321129612443511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_28.html' title='A day with Ruben'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGb3c_XZeCI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zm3bN_Rd4j4/s72-c/Day+with+Ruben+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5073998867483215045</id><published>2008-06-28T20:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:37:56.177-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5073998867483215045?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5073998867483215045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5073998867483215045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5073998867483215045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5073998867483215045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-2945579098455049287</id><published>2008-06-28T20:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:37:19.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Parade</title><content type='html'>Nothing too new, I got to be at work at 6am and the parade started at 10 so we took the oldies out again for some more fun! at 8 this morning Jesus showed up with Ruben and asked David to babysit so we got to spend the day with him. But thats another post in its self so here is the fun we had today at this parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqQn9ATI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1EhvDFG4cbM/s1600-h/Us+313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217125125697896754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqQn9ATI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1EhvDFG4cbM/s320/Us+313.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Costco was throwing toilet paper instead of candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqzn6WVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/92pO2HcpA_8/s1600-h/Us+317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217125135092963666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqzn6WVI/AAAAAAAAAHg/92pO2HcpA_8/s320/Us+317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and Anne. She is the down sydrome girl at the rest home. She makes our job soooo much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzIFNvKWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O-ttrtlehzE/s1600-h/Us+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124538519595362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzIFNvKWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/O-ttrtlehzE/s320/Us+292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Davids fav float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzIQIAb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Az2iUwsF3XE/s1600-h/Us+300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124541448351634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzIQIAb5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Az2iUwsF3XE/s320/Us+300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ruben finally waving at ppl in the parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzI10UCkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/orvBBdKNpDA/s1600-h/Us+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124551566297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzI10UCkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/orvBBdKNpDA/s320/Us+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He karate chopped a board!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzJExmeqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y3zcMe902Lw/s1600-h/Us+307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124555581455010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzJExmeqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/y3zcMe902Lw/s320/Us+307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 kids running after candy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzJT3IcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vRT1AbiAE-A/s1600-h/Us+309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217124559631184658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzJT3IcxI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vRT1AbiAE-A/s320/Us+309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He got all bashful when the girls on the floats blew him a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyaLJb8zI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cyoEVjf5Bzs/s1600-h/Us+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123749838189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyaLJb8zI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cyoEVjf5Bzs/s320/Us+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic of who we think is steves daughter. (the one in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyaTqBuBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_LhqTGShTgg/s1600-h/Us+270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123752122365970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyaTqBuBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_LhqTGShTgg/s320/Us+270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just a cute float, in my horse parade post there is a pic of the real bandwagon this was made after&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyag3HYMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dKR1Kq42B0M/s1600-h/Us+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123755666923714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbyag3HYMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/dKR1Kq42B0M/s320/Us+271.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; David and Ruben&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbya_sq0CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FYVCAIgMPgc/s1600-h/Us+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123763944607778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbya_sq0CI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FYVCAIgMPgc/s320/Us+274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alice in Wonderland float!! So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbybSxJEEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rm9qqqWBEug/s1600-h/Us+290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217123769063641154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbybSxJEEI/AAAAAAAAAGY/rm9qqqWBEug/s320/Us+290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls waving at ruben&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217125124671465586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqMzO6HI/AAAAAAAAAHI/gqP9vy8Lxmk/s320/Us+310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Elvis gave David a hip thrust....this is him pointing at David saying "This is for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217125130944186962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqkKxClI/AAAAAAAAAHY/q6297zKdJ-g/s320/Us+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bag full of candy Ruben got after 2 1/2 hours of parade candy throwing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-2945579098455049287?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/2945579098455049287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=2945579098455049287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2945579098455049287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2945579098455049287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-parade.html' title='Saturday Parade'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGbzqQn9ATI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1EhvDFG4cbM/s72-c/Us+313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-7274720824758540657</id><published>2008-06-28T14:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:03:57.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodeo!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay so just some background on why the rodeo means so much to me....My grandpa who passed away last year, used to take all his grandkids to the rodeo. Ever since i was old enough to walk he would buy us all new cowboy boots and a cowboy hat to go to the rodeo in. The rodeos concession stands are all run by wards who voulenteer each night, my grampa would go every year so when the stands closed down he could sneak us all left over hamburgers. The hamburgers at the rodeo are just about THE best burgers you could ever imagine! So last year the rodeo came a month after his death and I wasnt emotionally stable enough to go so I drug david this year. He ended up enjoying it more than I did! We did buy hamburgers, but didnt take pics of them. Instead we have pics of the nasty nachos all over davids face! The rodeo was a blast im so glad we went!  Oh and the Lehi royalty has been in every parade and in that cart at the rodeo...we took lots of pics because we thought it was steves daughter? if not then we just have a lot of pics of the back of some girls head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal7VGCcLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GmhsiWAnmtM/s1600-h/Us+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039657048633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal7VGCcLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GmhsiWAnmtM/s320/Us+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal734-S_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HtJo1AOOjYo/s1600-h/Us+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039666389076978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal734-S_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/HtJo1AOOjYo/s320/Us+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8O8X34I/AAAAAAAAAFg/LEKu9v52_OI/s1600-h/Us+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039672577351554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8O8X34I/AAAAAAAAAFg/LEKu9v52_OI/s320/Us+241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8chgNwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N_BKuC4blKU/s1600-h/Us+259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039676222748418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8chgNwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/N_BKuC4blKU/s320/Us+259.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8kV0JBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fz-iamzaWJk/s1600-h/Us+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039678321206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal8kV0JBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Fz-iamzaWJk/s320/Us+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalWaPRomI/AAAAAAAAAEo/whxbgpdlVX0/s1600-h/Us+217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039022774395490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalWaPRomI/AAAAAAAAAEo/whxbgpdlVX0/s320/Us+217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalWn9G8JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qcuZqIzyFdA/s1600-h/Us+218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039026456293522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalWn9G8JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/qcuZqIzyFdA/s320/Us+218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalW0w7knI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kG8wMWITbfc/s1600-h/Us+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039029894877810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalW0w7knI/AAAAAAAAAE4/kG8wMWITbfc/s320/Us+229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalXNEq_QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DXte7vrphQo/s1600-h/Us+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039036420128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalXNEq_QI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DXte7vrphQo/s320/Us+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalXfVU5pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0EdcmnFnMFo/s1600-h/Us+234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217039041321821842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGalXfVU5pI/AAAAAAAAAFI/0EdcmnFnMFo/s320/Us+234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic right up here is the best rodeo clown ever with 3 little kids having a dance off. it was cute! the little boy was break dancing and the other girls just kicked their feet. but it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-7274720824758540657?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/7274720824758540657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=7274720824758540657&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7274720824758540657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/7274720824758540657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/rodeo.html' title='The Rodeo!!!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGal7VGCcLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/GmhsiWAnmtM/s72-c/Us+239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-2837651156799452510</id><published>2008-06-28T14:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:51:17.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays Mini Float Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after a disapointing sold out rodeo on thursday, I bribed my mom with a massage to cover my shift friday so we could go to the rodeo! I just promised we would be there to assist the old folks getting outside to watch the parade. It was a blast! They really come alive when they have stuff to do during the day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217035631270943762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiQ_513BI/AAAAAAAAADg/_vnuABskeio/s320/Us+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217037296431361922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGajx7HBb4I/AAAAAAAAAEg/TnfjMXKUs7g/s320/Us+214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217035638017970162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiRZCdT_I/AAAAAAAAADo/W_iZ13QipRo/s320/Us+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217035658082590258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiSjyPHjI/AAAAAAAAAEA/7nmVKAC6CKs/s320/Us+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is my absolute favorite old man in the world! His name is Ken Turner and he HATES pictures, but this is how much he loves me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are some of the cute stuff we saw at the parade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217035639917531570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiRgHWUbI/AAAAAAAAADw/v3xgLatQs5E/s320/Us+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217035650292612178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiSGw9fFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/gPHHM9PkpYo/s320/Us+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217037287647178210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGajxaYtbeI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4GzagayFpr4/s320/Us+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217037293422412338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGajxv5ogjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4s4KDh5uEgU/s320/Us+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217037282311289634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGajxGgiOyI/AAAAAAAAAEI/toVVF5zlxno/s320/Us+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and off to the rodeo we go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-2837651156799452510?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/2837651156799452510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=2837651156799452510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2837651156799452510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/2837651156799452510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/fridays-mini-float-parade.html' title='Fridays Mini Float Parade'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaiQ_513BI/AAAAAAAAADg/_vnuABskeio/s72-c/Us+135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-5063862560151875554</id><published>2008-06-28T14:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:32:12.318-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round up Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Lehi is getting HUGE these days, and every year they have activities to celebrate round up week. But this year was out of control with how many people there were! To start the week off Monday was a bbq in the park. Tuesday was an outdoor movie in the park. Wed was an auction? Thursday (which started our participation) was the kick off of the rodeo and a horse parade down main street leading into the rodeo. Always a joy! here are some pics we took during this parade, we attempted to go to the rodeo, but tickets were sold out! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031348436085106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeXtGcKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/nKXAdXBZL2c/s320/Us+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031357238355314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeYN5EJXI/AAAAAAAAACo/Dt-nIW3s2-w/s320/Us+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031362037875586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeYfxXA4I/AAAAAAAAACw/bbTi0odlUhM/s320/Us+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031362817889634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeYirVFWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/RZ7YgjUxSgk/s320/Us+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217031372267185618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeZF4N5dI/AAAAAAAAADA/LARwYCZET3w/s320/Us+166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217032595077377202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGafgRM4rLI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y4QHv9d0-Mo/s320/Us+167.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217032604420076562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGafg0AW9BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0I8kIzSWGRI/s320/Us+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217032609264363426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGafhGDU56I/AAAAAAAAADY/7dgHQmmD_4A/s320/Us+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after going thru the pics we realized all the pics we took were sloppy or just of the same cute mini horses! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-5063862560151875554?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/5063862560151875554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=5063862560151875554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5063862560151875554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/5063862560151875554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/round-up-week.html' title='Round up Week!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SGaeXtGcKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/nKXAdXBZL2c/s72-c/Us+152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-4308051208683685024</id><published>2008-06-18T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:44:22.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>**UPDATE**</title><content type='html'>Okay so we dont have the cord to put any pics on our computer, thats why we havnt been posting anything. BUT im sick of having a boring blog.....so the past few weeks we have been going to school. David has had some HUGE projects turned into his art fundamentals class. Meghan has been getting nice hour long massages everyother day, and foot rubs from her teacher. Makes you want to go back to school doesnt it!? Its time for midterms so we will both be having tests next week!&lt;br /&gt;Work wise we have both put in a lot of hours the past couple of weeks and took some fun pictures, so when we get the cord we will post them. Work should not be considered work, we get to hang out with old people all day. Sometimes they can be mean, but I like to consider them as wrinkley kids. They are a blast!&lt;br /&gt;David is celebrating Great Life this saturday at 7pm, anyone who is interested is invited! This is his part 3 celebration so its the big finale! Definately something you wont want to miss!&lt;br /&gt;Other than all those that keep us super busy, we finally got a dresser and David spent 3 hours putting it together. It definately keeps our room A LOT cleaner!&lt;br /&gt;Untill we get the camera working....this is our daily life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-4308051208683685024?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/4308051208683685024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=4308051208683685024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4308051208683685024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/4308051208683685024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/update.html' title='**UPDATE**'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-562881301367176550.post-6601457440513348795</id><published>2008-06-09T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:58:05.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE WEDDING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Im sure everyone knows the story, but you get to hear it from my point of view now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;David and I began dating around Sept of 2006? We had known each other for a while but didnt exactly get along....(story in its own). Anyway, had a crazy courtship, in and out of houses, apts, couches, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;While staying with Maren and working on cleaning up our lives the thought of marriage was floating around. One sunday morning David decided to go on a drive so he told me to get ready and "look cute". He didnt know that while he thought i was sleeping, i could hear Maren saying he needed to "do it now, she has a wedding to plan" Soooo i secretly knew what was coming, i was just as nervous as he was and i didnt want to spoil it by telling him i knew. I didnt know where we were going, or that he even had a ring. Those were the amazing suprises! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We got to the castle where we first met and walked around for a while until we found a cute little stream with a cute little white bridge over it and some big tall trees. He was so nervous he wouldnt even talk, knowing why he was nervous i picked out small stupid things to talk about to make him feel better. When he finally got the guts he walked me over to a tree and leaned me up against it, got down on his knee, said something fabulous and pulled out the ring. He was crying i was about to and we hugged and kissed and got over the akwardness that started out the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;We then had a month to plan the wedding until we moved to Oregon where David would start work with his brother Hyrum. Long story short, after a lot of stress, 9 candidates for bridesmaids, money shortages, date changes and family fueds the wedding took place October 20, 2007 at Mellor Hidden Meadows in Lehi UT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Here are the highlites of that glorious day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209970339756678402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2Ia5-EnQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9P7_J2ZolRs/s320/walkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the aisle&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209970344051645714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2IbJ-EnRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8uYuYVbVkNI/s320/rings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rings&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209970344051645730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2IbJ-EnSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/EBZbFx3RA88/s320/cuttin+cak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cutting the cake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209970348346613042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2IbZ-EnTI/AAAAAAAAAA0/9-DnzO74hkI/s320/eatin+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eating the cake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209970348346613058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2IbZ-EnUI/AAAAAAAAAA8/44PyxWsO4AY/s320/aftermath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After smearing the cake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971074196086098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JFp-EnVI/AAAAAAAAABE/Kmw2kUyOlFk/s320/rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rain = flowergirl&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971074196086114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JFp-EnWI/AAAAAAAAABM/RECIwul7Bx0/s320/braxton.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Braxton = ring bearer&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971074196086130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JFp-EnXI/AAAAAAAAABU/mXpdLykHccc/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The bridesmaids&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971078491053442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JF5-EnYI/AAAAAAAAABc/xS8pHAGFHKU/s320/guys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The groomsmen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971082786020754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JGJ-EnZI/AAAAAAAAABk/B4aHoGvLlu0/s320/line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The line&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971696966344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2Jp5-EnaI/AAAAAAAAABs/3_TIfBWcSk0/s320/old+ladi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mom, Grama, Meghan&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971696966344114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2Jp5-EnbI/AAAAAAAAAB0/w0QuKb-qq5k/s320/ds+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Davids girls&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209971705556278738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2JqZ-EndI/AAAAAAAAACE/MxqPHk3nsS4/s320/me+n+zack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zack n Meghan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/562881301367176550-6601457440513348795?l=baby-jays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/feeds/6601457440513348795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=562881301367176550&amp;postID=6601457440513348795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6601457440513348795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/562881301367176550/posts/default/6601457440513348795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baby-jays.blogspot.com/2008/06/wedding.html' title='THE WEDDING!!'/><author><name>The Not-a-hoes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11161360655998224760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/S5VTUL7YRzI/AAAAAAAABfc/g2GpOfzbXYo/S220/9729_154197868375_810843375_2575752_1764270_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nS5D7OLFSF4/SE2Ia5-EnQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9P7_J2ZolRs/s72-c/walkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
