<?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-2904375600740146478</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:15:19.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red High Heels...Life In My Shoes!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-3974154440016786828</id><published>2010-09-20T12:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T13:32:17.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sfebff = super fav ever best friend forever</title><content type='html'>A while ago, when I watched TV, the Today Show did a segment on women and the benefits of friendship.  They talked about how women who have a best friend live longer and are healthier.  Last week Ryleigh had to make a poster of the water cycle.  She was so super excited to do this project with her best friend Kossian.  We wrote a list of things they would need and sent them on a scavenger hunt to find things to use.  They had such a good time doing the whole project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekczhJCII/AAAAAAAAASs/X573y7o3KlE/s1600/watercycle+posters+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519060683138336898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekczhJCII/AAAAAAAAASs/X573y7o3KlE/s200/watercycle+posters+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Watching them reminded me of the story on the Today Show and I started to think about the relationships I have in my life.  It goes without  saying that we marry our best friend but I think its healthy and normal to have a sfebff.  Its nice to have someone to do all the things with that our husband cant or doesn't want to do.  Like going to lunch and getting a pedi, or jean, purse and shoe shopping.  Its nice to have someone to do yoga with and to listen to daily vents, ya know someone who understands girl talk.  I don't care how old you are girl time is so very important.  Just the other night my sister went out for girl time because her hubby was going out of town for a few days and needed to recharge before he left.  My teenage girls need girl time everyday after school to unwind and discuss the events of the day.  What boy said hi or who the new hottie is and my nine year old needs girl time at least one night every weekend.  They stay up and giggle and do make overs and play pretend...we all need girl time.  It makes us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekcYZ3j-I/AAAAAAAAASk/mQ2HLWeSYyI/s1600/first+day+of+school+and+by+bday+058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519060675860074466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekcYZ3j-I/AAAAAAAAASk/mQ2HLWeSYyI/s200/first+day+of+school+and+by+bday+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't have any idea how I would have done the last two years without my sfebff.  There have been many days and nights where I have cried and vented.  Where she told me what I needed to hear not what I wanted to hear.  I've learned so many things from her and am a better person because of her and the way she loves me.  I don't think there is anything she wouldn't do for me and there isn't anything I can't ask her to do or tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekbe7lWaI/AAAAAAAAASU/i77kR9LpmQY/s1600/first+day+of+school+and+by+bday+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519060660432230818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekbe7lWaI/AAAAAAAAASU/i77kR9LpmQY/s200/first+day+of+school+and+by+bday+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know of any rule that says who your sfebff has to be.  I think your lucky if your sisters happen to be that for you.  In fact I think you're pretty lucky if you have a sfebff.  I think that God gave us our best friends to help us  get through life.  So, here's to girl time, sfebff's and getting through life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-3974154440016786828?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/3974154440016786828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=3974154440016786828' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3974154440016786828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3974154440016786828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2010/09/sfebff-super-fav-ever-best-friend.html' title='sfebff = super fav ever best friend forever'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/TJekczhJCII/AAAAAAAAASs/X573y7o3KlE/s72-c/watercycle+posters+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6108667793720245723</id><published>2010-05-10T20:47:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:41:26.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>I love Mothers Day!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jPuZzyFnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4yVDvpZh5TQ/s1600/mothers+day+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469850143550477938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jPuZzyFnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4yVDvpZh5TQ/s320/mothers+day+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jJdENJrbI/AAAAAAAAARU/cmED_DJwBao/s1600/mothers+day+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469843248623758770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jJdENJrbI/AAAAAAAAARU/cmED_DJwBao/s320/mothers+day+2010+002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my mom&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jHVyaXceI/AAAAAAAAARE/1knxpmrDQgM/s1600/mothers+day+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469840924565008866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jHVyaXceI/AAAAAAAAARE/1knxpmrDQgM/s320/mothers+day+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Heather, me, my mom, Kimmie and Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jGPZP6uVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/koVfOn-tdsY/s1600/mothers+day+2010+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469839715219454290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jGPZP6uVI/AAAAAAAAAQs/koVfOn-tdsY/s320/mothers+day+2010+016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my amazing kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-6108667793720245723?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6108667793720245723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6108667793720245723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6108667793720245723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6108667793720245723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mothers Day'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S-jPuZzyFnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/4yVDvpZh5TQ/s72-c/mothers+day+2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-8024107842165034242</id><published>2010-04-03T09:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:01:20.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas and a Book Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jsyk, the title of this post are in no way related. I didn't go to Vegas to do a book report. For a few weeks life was a little crazier than normal for me and a friend of mine. I had had a few doctor appointments and Jamie had been dealing with a few of her own things. Both of us were at a serious breaking point. After talking to Danny and Josh we decided we would go to Vegas for a girls weekend. We booked a room Monday night and left Friday morning. One of my favorite things happened Monday night at FHE. All eight children needed to be told the mommies were leaving. During FHE Josh and Danny told them how much the mommies do to help our families and even when get relaxing time we still have things we have to do and that we deserved real relaxing time. They then told them the plan for the weekend. It was so sweet. Jamie and I left with no real plan in mind, just to enjoy the weekend. When we got there we checked into our room and went to sleep. I don't even know what time we got up an went to dinner (We happened to find a sushi bar that was open 24 hours). While we were there we slept, shopped, walked the strip, ate when and if we wanted, and saw the Cirque show Mystere. It was a fab weekend. I'm so blessed to have a hubby that lets me be me, who takes care of me and wants me to be happy. I'm also blessed to have my SFEBFF to help me get through life. It was an incredibly fun and relaxing weekend. I'm thinking girls weekend needs to be a yearly event. If I thought it could happen every six months I totally would push for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each book report Carter has had to do this year has been different. Like last month it was a book report in a bag. This month it was to turn part of the book into a game. Carter read "Diary of a Wimmpy Kid". Carter absolutely loved reading this book. I loved when he would come up to me and read a part that he loved. He laughed so much as he read it, it made me laugh too! Carter came up with the idea to turn the haunted house part of the book into a his book report. He and Jamie came up with the layout and Carter and I came up with the game pieces. It was fun to help him and watch his idea come to reality. He said his class and teacher loved it, but more importantly to me, Carter loved it and it turned out the way he wanted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one more book report for the year.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455954394958937218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S7dxnYZCPII/AAAAAAAAAQE/lyGOUX5KV3c/s320/carters+game+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455954390385303730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S7dxnHWmILI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lWr2G89t4bg/s320/carters+game+002.JPG" /&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/2904375600740146478-8024107842165034242?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/8024107842165034242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=8024107842165034242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/8024107842165034242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/8024107842165034242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2010/04/vegas-and-book-report.html' title='Vegas and a Book Report'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S7dxnYZCPII/AAAAAAAAAQE/lyGOUX5KV3c/s72-c/carters+game+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6107096456852017958</id><published>2010-03-14T22:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:05:46.911-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me With Your Best Shot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_l7eHm2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/FYacIdO55Ik/s1600-h/2010+306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721782528252770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_l7eHm2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/FYacIdO55Ik/s320/2010+306.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_lPZ9O_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/0zy19GYtacM/s1600-h/2010+305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721770699635698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_lPZ9O_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/0zy19GYtacM/s320/2010+305.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_k8Dp68I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Xlvzobmd_qs/s1600-h/2010+299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721765505821634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_k8Dp68I/AAAAAAAAAPk/Xlvzobmd_qs/s320/2010+299.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_kAQx-zI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nNuEWRAp5H4/s1600-h/2010+296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721749454748466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_kAQx-zI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nNuEWRAp5H4/s320/2010+296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_jVy3DlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YZgbyswEQG4/s1600-h/2010+295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448721738054962770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_jVy3DlI/AAAAAAAAAPU/YZgbyswEQG4/s320/2010+295.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night was so much fun! It was our stake lipsync. Each organization from each ward was asinged a decade and asked to perform. The young women were assinged the 80's. The yw secretary put together a collection of songs for the girls to choose from. After listening and much debate they decided on "Hit me with your best shot". The girls made up a dance and decided on guitars as their props. On saturday a few of them got together and added final details to their guitars and did hair. They also got dressed up in their version of 80's attire and even "pegged" their pants. The activity days girls also got into it by doing the chipetts version of "Single Ladies". Those of you who know Ryleigh and Kossian know they can be a bit shy. This is not the case when you give them a fab song, a microphone and put them on stage! WOW! can those two dance! They danced like they were the only ones in the room! Caitlin and Emma along with the other two yw from our ward did an amazing job as well. They were true rockstars! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-6107096456852017958?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6107096456852017958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6107096456852017958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6107096456852017958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6107096456852017958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2010/03/hit-me-with-your-best-shot.html' title='Hit Me With Your Best Shot!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/S52_l7eHm2I/AAAAAAAAAP0/FYacIdO55Ik/s72-c/2010+306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2371375536455787861</id><published>2010-02-02T23:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:23:44.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficult to Post</title><content type='html'>It's pretty difficult to post without a computer!  Our computer came down with a virus and finally died in October.  I have missed having a computer.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I realized just how much I needed it till it was gone.  As many of you know the last year and a half have been extremely difficult for our family.  We have been tested and tried to what feels like our breaking point.  So purchasing another computer was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; out of the question.  As usual we were rescued by our dearest of dearest friends this last week, who gave us their computer.  I am so thankful to them for helping our family.  Anyway, the point being is that without a computer I couldn't blog.  This made me really sad because I love to blog and have missed it tremendously.  So now that we have a working computer, you may just get sick of me!  I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of catching up to do!  Or maybe I will just pick up where we are now and forget the last little while....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-2371375536455787861?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2371375536455787861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2371375536455787861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2371375536455787861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2371375536455787861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2010/02/difficult-to-post.html' title='Difficult to Post'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1891274308659263490</id><published>2009-10-20T22:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T22:28:19.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Years</title><content type='html'>It all started a little over 15 years ago when I decided to move to Salt Lake. I went to church with my grandma and aunt and in walked Danny. I happen to believe in love at first sight, at least in our case. I really do think I fell for him that very minute. After a few Sundays of flirting in Sunday school, we met at the drinking fountain and 5 weeks later we were engaged and 3 months after that on October 19, 1994 we were married. It sounds kinda cliche to say, but I love him more now then I did then. He is the first person I think of when I have to tell someone something. I get sad in the morning when he leaves for work and excited at 4:45 pm knowing he will walk in the door in 45 minutes. I love dating him and spending any moment I can with him. 15 years later I still get giddy and blush when he winks at me. I am so thankful for the life he has given me and for how me makes me feel. He loves me like they love in the movies. I am thankful for the last 15 years and am so excited about the next 15 and the 15 after that. Thanksgivings and backyard weddings, and at least 80, right D! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394903898634488322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/St6Mgyt6igI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NlXcM1Y96Qc/s320/danielandnichole+wedding001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1891274308659263490?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1891274308659263490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1891274308659263490' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1891274308659263490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1891274308659263490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/10/15-years.html' title='15 Years'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/St6Mgyt6igI/AAAAAAAAAPM/NlXcM1Y96Qc/s72-c/danielandnichole+wedding001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4225867170863163432</id><published>2009-09-30T17:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:22:33.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does Hair Really Affect Behavior?</title><content type='html'>The other day I was walking down the hall at school and this "teacher" (for lack of a better word, she isn't a teacher. I'm sure she has an official title w/a degree) stops me in the hall and tells me she has to share something with me about Carter. I'm always a bit nervous at this point. I'm never quite sure what Carter has done or said that has caused someone to start a convo with "I want to share something with you about Carter". Anyway she proceeded to tell me that Carter came up to her in the hall, called her by name, stuck out his hand to shake hers and asked her how she was. I was so excited by this. I thought, "he really is a good boy". Then she says to me "He is like a new boy. He wasn't his normal loud self. He was very polite with good manners. It's like you cut off all his hair and he is a new person". I wanted to slap her! Really, did she just say those things to me? I was so floored I didn't know WTH to say to her. In fact I'm not sure what my response was. Let's hope it was up to her expectations. Anyway, I loved Carter's hair long, it fit him. I thought it looked really good on him. My mom always said that you behave according to how you are dressed. If you have on jeans then you wont be as reverent as you would be if you had on a dress. Does that apply to hair as well? It may very well. I did notice this last Saturday as I watched Carter play soccer that he doesn't seem to be as into the game as he was with his long hair. In fact he may have regressed to a toddler. He was playing goalie and since all the action was at the other end of the field he decided to play in the dirt. Maybe it's time to grow his hair out again. That way I can be the mom of the unmanageable son and just so I can irritate others who think boys should look like missionaries. FTR, I think missionary haircuts are totally appropriate for missionaries. Hair doesn't determine what kind of person you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4225867170863163432?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4225867170863163432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4225867170863163432' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4225867170863163432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4225867170863163432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/09/does-hair-really-affect-behavior.html' title='Does Hair Really Affect Behavior?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6618727539614116111</id><published>2009-09-04T11:43:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T15:18:40.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>I have NEVER been a fan of the idea of a surprise party being thrown in my honor. I don't like being the center of attention. The thought of a bunch of people staring and focusing on me makes me a bit uneasy...okay allot uneasy. I have this bff who is the most thoughtful, selfless person. For weeks she had been teasing me about throwing a party for my bday and I just didn't believe her because we had the whole surprise party convo and she knew I wouldn't LOVE it, but she did it anyway! The night before my bday we went to Texas Road House for dinner and when we walked in there were my closest friends and their hubby's. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I handled it graciously and honestly I was really surprised. Danny had been in on it and so had Emma (Emma even managed to get her my camera without me knowing). They did a great job of not letting on that they knew. Rachel gave me the funniest gift of enemas, granny panties, denture cream, ya know old lady stuff. It was funny! But Rach, just wait, you will turn 35 someday too! We had allot of fun and laughed tons! It was a FAB evening!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, Heavenly Father has blessed me with the most amazing friends. I truly believe that He has given them to me for many reasons. I'm so thankful to have them in my life and don't know what I would do without them. There are so many other details about this party I could share with you, but they don't mean as much to everyone else as they do to me and I get pretty emotional when I think of them. It was definatly one of my fav bdays and one I wont forget. Thanks Jamie, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-17.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761543832599&amp;amp;site=widget-17.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761543832599&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-17.slide.com/p1/2882303761543832599/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761543832599&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-17.slide.com/p2/2882303761543832599/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=2882303761543832599&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-17.slide.com/m/2882303761543832599/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761543832599&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-17.slide.com/p4/2882303761543832599/bb_t005_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-6618727539614116111?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6618727539614116111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6618727539614116111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6618727539614116111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6618727539614116111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-to-me_04.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1393155538703493126</id><published>2009-08-24T17:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:30:44.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is It Really Over?</title><content type='html'>This last week was a bit hard for me. It was our last week of summer. Usually the week before school starts we start "school hours". I have the kids start their nightly school routine. I had good intentions which lasted about two nights...who am I kidding it only lasted one night. I decided they were going to enjoy the "last week of freedom" (as my kids put it). So we spent more time at the pool, stayed up late playing night games, had movie night outside, played rock band w/friends till midnight and slept in til 10 most mornings which is ok, kids adjust quickly. I think I've put summer away although I'm pouting and can't accept the reality that it's over. We have had a pretty fab summer, uneventful and relaxing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool towels are washed and put in the big ugly bag which is also put away, swimming suits are being soaked and washed and the sunscreen is all gone. So now it's time for homework, reading, schedules, soccer, dance and curfews (And that's not for the kids. It's actually for me! Who at 34ish has a curfew?). As much as I enjoy denial, I can't deny that summer is gone for another year. I'll try to keep my pouting short, but I'm not making ANY promises!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373687342534284178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SpMsKsHE05I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ma3n86hDK2I/s200/kossian+pics+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I tried to post more pics, but the computer froze!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1393155538703493126?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1393155538703493126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1393155538703493126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1393155538703493126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1393155538703493126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-really-over.html' title='Is It Really Over?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SpMsKsHE05I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Ma3n86hDK2I/s72-c/kossian+pics+064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6125060547146683770</id><published>2009-08-10T21:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:26:31.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Actually Kinda Love It</title><content type='html'>Tonight was one of those rare nights where we didn't have a thing to do or place to be.  Kinda nice.  I found myself wasting time on the computer "shopping", facebook .  Then the funniest thing happened.  Caitlin, Emma and a few of their friends came running down the stairs screaming "Hurry hurry he's going to be on next".  The Teen Choice Awards were on and "Jacob" was next to present an award.  OH MY HECK those girls went CRAZY when they saw him.  There were squeals and screams and oohhhs and aaahhs.  Danny just about had a come apart.  I had to remind him they are teenage girls.  While I was on the computer I happened to hear the name Hugh Jackman.  That was all it took, I turned off the computer and ran into the family room and squeezed my way onto the couch.  When he came on stage I was screaming and squealing like my 12 and 13 year old daughters.  Just a note, I wasn't the only one screaming, Caitlin and Emma were too!  The part I did insist on was that everyone remain quiet while he talked...oohh that accent!   My point in sharing this embarrassing detail is that I actually kinda liked the whole thing.  It was fun to watch my girls get so excited over teen things.  I always thought I wouldn't "LOVE" the teenage things, but so far- and I know I'm not that far into it- it's kinda fun.  I love to watch them get ready to "hang out" w/ their friends, to shop with them, to listen to them because they actually tell me details.  I love that at almost 35, they think I'm cool.  They always want to wear my jewelry and listen to my ipod.  I love that we like the same books and movies, it's cool to share those things with them.  I hope it stays like this and it may, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-6125060547146683770?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6125060547146683770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6125060547146683770' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6125060547146683770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6125060547146683770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-actually-kinda-love-it.html' title='I Actually Kinda Love It'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-895521743713080385</id><published>2009-07-22T19:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:04:33.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you share?</title><content type='html'>I'm not quite sure why it takes a major life crisis for me to get "Mental Ambition" (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when I get lots of great ideas and the drive to do them and then think oh yeah right... and then all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ambition&lt;/span&gt; I have is to sit at the pool).  Anyway, I've had this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;emense&lt;/span&gt; craving lately for really good salsa and chips, the store bought stuff just doesn't cut it.  We planted &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomatoes&lt;/span&gt; and green peppers in our garden this year so I was thinking I would make my own salsa.  I know people can be funny when it comes to sharing SOME recipes.  Like me for example, my grandma makes amazing (to me) chili sauce.  I've given that recipe to 3 people.  My sisters wont give it to anyone, it's kinda our little secret.  I know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of families who have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipes&lt;/span&gt; they wont share and I TOTALLY get it!  So, I'm in search of a fabulous homemade salsa that I can bottle.  If your willing to share I would love it and maybe by September when it's bottling/canning season I will have more then "Mental Ambition"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-895521743713080385?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/895521743713080385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=895521743713080385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/895521743713080385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/895521743713080385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/07/do-you-share.html' title='Do you share?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-7706787459577172707</id><published>2009-07-14T18:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:12:36.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdoh into Cookies!</title><content type='html'>Today Camie and I were sitting on the couch chatting and Ryleigh and Ella were in the kitchen playing playdoh. They had been making us all kinds of amazing, yummy treats. All of a sudden from the kitchen comes Ella's sweet giggle. Then those two sweet girls came in and handed each of us a stack of Grasshopper cookies and told us they were magic and turned their playdoh into cookies for us! They are SO in tune with what their mothers need and love! I love those two giggly girls and their imaginations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-7706787459577172707?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7706787459577172707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7706787459577172707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7706787459577172707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7706787459577172707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/07/playdoh-into-cookies.html' title='Playdoh into Cookies!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4724516382385754099</id><published>2009-07-10T10:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T10:40:35.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck vs. Blessings?</title><content type='html'>I don't always believe in luck, I choose to believe in blessings. Our computer, as you know, has been very sensitive lately. I can pay bills, surf and shop online and Danny can even play XBOX live. But when it comes to blogging or FaceBook it freezes after 10 min or so. I'm not sure that praying for the computer to work long enough for me to blog is a righteous desire, so I've crossed my fingers, toes and legs. And here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month has been really busy and fun. I have had so many things I wanted to blog about but haven't wanted to get frustrated with the computer, because frustration leads to cranky mom and NOBODY likes cranky mom! I'm hoping to post pics soon of all our adventures from finishing the kitchen to layin by the pool. So until then I'll keep my fingers crossed for luck and be thankful for my blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4724516382385754099?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4724516382385754099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4724516382385754099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4724516382385754099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4724516382385754099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/07/luck-vs-blessings.html' title='Luck vs. Blessings?'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-9043791612342610806</id><published>2009-06-09T16:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:31:07.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Emma's Birthday post</title><content type='html'>I just published Emma's birthday post. Because it was in the edit phase and then I posted it, it wont be my latest post, it posts according to the original date...make sence, cause it sounds funny to me. Anyway, you can find it just after my "Computers..." post. May was such a crazy, frustrating month that I'm thinkin I wont be posting a "May in Review".  I'm not so sure I can even remember much of what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-9043791612342610806?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/9043791612342610806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=9043791612342610806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/9043791612342610806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/9043791612342610806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/06/check-out-emmas-birthday-post.html' title='Check out Emma&apos;s Birthday post'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-5736428262257216256</id><published>2009-06-05T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:18:05.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers...</title><content type='html'>...Are great when they work and suck when they don't.  Recently our computer came down with a virus.  For the last 2 weeks Danny has been doing everything he can think of to make it better.  We bought the spyware, did a defrag, fixed the cookies and cakes...you name it Danny has tried it.  Everytime we try to down load pics it freezes.  After 15 min of surfing or being on fb it freezes.  I haven't been able to blogg because it freezes.  I feel awful because Emma and Carter have both had birthdays and I haven't been able to post a slideshow for them.  Today Danny and I decided to erase the whole computer and start over.  We will see how that works.  If you have any suggestions on what could be the problem with this piece of ...technology, please let us know.  So untill we get this fixed...I guess I'm on a blogging break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-5736428262257216256?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/5736428262257216256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=5736428262257216256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/5736428262257216256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/5736428262257216256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/06/computers.html' title='Computers...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-7941989418175181225</id><published>2009-06-01T13:18:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:20:47.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Emma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Because our computer/Internet is such a fab piece of technology, a slide show of Emma is just not possible. I have been able to post a few pics of her before the computer froze. Hope you enjoy them as much as we have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emma turned 12 on May 18th. As I was putting the pics together for her slide show I was pretty emotional. It feels like she was born so long ago, but at the same time it feels like yesterday. Where does the time go...12 years has gone so fast. Emma was born with tons of black hair that stood up about 2 inches on her head, for months we couldn't get it to lay down. Emma is very in tune with others feelings. She can sense when someone is sad or upset and is always the first to comfort them. She is extremely loyal, all the way from her family and friends to what she believes. Emma has always been our little actress. She loves to make people laugh and entertain. With the help of her sisters and cousins, when she was little, she would always put on dress up and produce a "show" for Danny, Jared, Misty and I to watch. As I watch Emma grow, I am so proud at how true she stays to herself and what she stands for. She is an incredible person. I love you Emma! Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few of Emma's loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Movies: Emma is a movie expert like her dad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Going to the pool: like her mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Her family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hangin out w/ Caitlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Gospel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Camping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Drama/acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444805274695538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Si7VuqDa93I/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ASzCir8q2k/s200/Emma%27s+b-day+slidshow+2009001+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345444818653715810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Si7Vvb5OnWI/AAAAAAAAAOU/tZBPKafzkL4/s200/Emma%27s+b-day+slidshow+2009011+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" /&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/2904375600740146478-7941989418175181225?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7941989418175181225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7941989418175181225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7941989418175181225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7941989418175181225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-emma.html' title='Happy Birthday Emma!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Si7VuqDa93I/AAAAAAAAAN8/_ASzCir8q2k/s72-c/Emma%27s+b-day+slidshow+2009001+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1125591037999029517</id><published>2009-05-14T05:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:21:21.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4th Grade = County Report</title><content type='html'>In 4th grade at our school students study the state of Utah and then end the year with a report on a county in Utah. When Emma was in 4th grade her county was Sevier county, which just happens to be the county where Betty was raised (pays to be friends w/the teacher). We decided that this required a "road trip". Betty came with us and gave us the grand tour. We took lots of pics of Emma and grandma at important places in Sevier county. This year Carter is in 4th grade and he got Utah county, home of BYU, the Startup Candy Co., again pays to be friends with the teacher! Danny and I spent what we thought was enough time researching places in Utah county to visit, we had our day planned down to the hour. We hit this really cool museum in Fairfield. It's called the Stagecoach Museum. It's an old Inn and old commissary building dating back to the "Utah Conflict" and was a pony express stop. Our family loves to visit places like this so we all had allot of fun. After that we headed to BYU, stopped at the creamery...too busy, then to the "B" museum...couldn't find it and BYU police were of little help. Then to the Startup Candy Co. ...closed, only open M-Th from noon -2. After that we went to the historical Utah county Court house...closed on Saturdays. Our final stop was to Utah Lake...no sign for us to take a pic by and the day use fee was $9, not payin that for a pic by the lake. So, what we thought was a well planned trip turned out to be a typical "road trip" (those who know, know what I mean) a few problems but lots of laughs, good music, fun memories and McDonald's on the way with some great pics and info for Carter's report. Since we didn't come up with the idea of hands on research when Caitlin was in 4th grade, we told her we would do a road trip to her county soon. Anyone know what's in Duschane County?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335652937506962898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SgwME8DfPdI/AAAAAAAAANU/p_PCg1geP6A/s200/Stuff%239+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335652943986853154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SgwMFUMahSI/AAAAAAAAANs/g-ZvWf4LQvM/s200/Stuff%239+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335652944650705234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SgwMFWqsGVI/AAAAAAAAAN0/U-2PwZl2HEo/s200/Stuff%239+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1125591037999029517?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1125591037999029517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1125591037999029517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1125591037999029517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1125591037999029517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/05/4th-grade-county-report.html' title='4th Grade = County Report'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SgwME8DfPdI/AAAAAAAAANU/p_PCg1geP6A/s72-c/Stuff%239+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6311771063296258407</id><published>2009-04-30T16:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:51:58.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Exciting, But Not Too Boring!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*Family Movie Night. &lt;/strong&gt;This month we watched "Bedtime Stories" We all laughed like crazy. It's a really good family movie (there aren't many of those anymore). This time the junk on the table = dinner for my family. Oh well, I can't be "perfect" ALL the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624171800292818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucP9EbdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9dI38ptwkwQ/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624165391472754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sfoub4FFmHI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ba6imsdV-V4/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Easter.&lt;/strong&gt; See slide show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FHE at the park&lt;/strong&gt; (aka Oquirrh Hills Elem. playground).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucrFUyII/AAAAAAAAAMs/4TDlyPcScoU/s1600-h/April+2009+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624179082676354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucrFUyII/AAAAAAAAAMs/4TDlyPcScoU/s200/April+2009+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucYvEcoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rZ7LDADYPRg/s1600-h/April+2009+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624174157492866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucYvEcoI/AAAAAAAAAMk/rZ7LDADYPRg/s200/April+2009+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucUG6DPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WWErNrFBsow/s1600-h/April+2009+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330624172915297522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucUG6DPI/AAAAAAAAAMc/WWErNrFBsow/s200/April+2009+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Soccer season began.&lt;/strong&gt; Carter loves to play soccer. He is so fast and full of energy. We have the greatest team/coach. All but maybe 4 kids are in our ward and so is the coach. He has been Carter's coach the last 4 seasons. He does such a good job at making sure each player gets equal playing time. Carter really has fun. I love watching him play, especially when it's NOT raining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626398600017394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sfowd3bftfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gfYzPBnpUWI/s200/April+2009+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626403361078530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoweJKnvQI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3y0PTuqa05c/s200/April+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Temple Night.&lt;/strong&gt; Thursdays continue to be our temple night. Caitlin has made it a goal to hold a temple recommend so she can do baptisms for the dead. Caitlin and her friend Anneliese came with us one Thursday and did baptisms while Danny and I did initiatory. It was such a great feeling to know that I was in the temple with my husband and daughter at the same time doing the Lord's work. I can't wait till May when Emma gets to join us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626411534814450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfowennZDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/5pT4eDB2tPo/s200/April+2009+018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330626408931943234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sfowed60Y0I/AAAAAAAAANE/KQ6dl6A38Xo/s200/April+2009+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Surgery, AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; Danny had surgery again. Hopefully this will be the last one. Dr. Price said he gave Danny the "Cadillac" surgery (I'm sure we will pay for it too)! Danny is doing well and thinks he is well enough to go to the midnight showing of "Wolverine" tonight. Good thing you can't drive when on narcotics! &lt;strong&gt;Thanks so much&lt;/strong&gt; to all those who have helped us this week by sitting at the hospital with me, eating dinner w/me at the hospital so I didn't have to eat alone, by bringing dinners (they were really DELISH), watching kids, giving blessings, praying for and calling to check on Danny. Please keep praying for our family, we need them more then you know right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*That's pretty much it.&lt;/strong&gt; Not too exciting but not too boring either. No fancy, fun filled vacations for this family, but we are excited to hear about and see pics of every ones travels. We are glad that great grandma Beth arrived in SL safely and are anxious to see her and be an active part in her life again. Oh, one more thing, less then a month till pool time...I hope it warms up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Let's take Pres. Obama's advice and "wash our hands", I don't want anybody to get the "Swine flu"! &lt;strong&gt;Little joke:&lt;/strong&gt; Someone said that a black man would be president when pigs fly. Sure enough, 100 days in office and we have "Swine Flu"! (Someone on Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-6311771063296258407?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6311771063296258407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6311771063296258407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6311771063296258407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6311771063296258407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-too-exciting-but-not-too-boring.html' title='Not Too Exciting, But Not Too Boring!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SfoucP9EbdI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9dI38ptwkwQ/s72-c/March+2009+%26+misc+134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2926470096351431581</id><published>2009-04-25T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:56:17.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Days and Counting!</title><content type='html'>As we were driving to soccer this morning, I noticed on the marquee at KOPFC it said that the out door lap pool was open. I got a little giddy as this next thought came to me. I then realized that today is the 25th of April so that means that there are 30 days till the outdoor pool opens! It opens on Memorial Day weekend. I am so dang excited I can almost smell the tanning oil and lemonade. It's now officially time to find a bathing suit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-2926470096351431581?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2926470096351431581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2926470096351431581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2926470096351431581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2926470096351431581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-days-and-counting.html' title='30 Days and Counting!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2451473076027542670</id><published>2009-04-12T21:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T11:25:27.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>This year Easter was a 2 day event. As tradition goes, we went to the Kearns Easter egg hunt Saturday morning. This year the "group" that attends with us was smaller then usual. The Hayford crew came and so did the Gunther clan. The kids had a great time. I love that we live in a town that has an annual egg hunt. Kearns is really great at celebrating "events". Betty decided to have an Easter lunch on Saturday this year. We had lunch and then the kids were dying to go "hunt", so the dads went and hid eggs and candy. This year George and his kids were there. It was really good to see them. Rachel and Ryleigh hit it off instantly. They were so excited when they found out they are only a day apart in age. On the way home Ryleigh told us she was so happy to see Rachel and to catch up on the 8 years they haven't been together, hum...kinda makes ya think about heaven a bit. Then Saturday night my family came over to dye eggs. We had so much fun picking and naming our eggs for the rolling contest. (Its a game we have played for years. We all pick an egg and then take turns rolling them at another egg. Whose ever cracks is eliminated. We keep rolling till one egg is left unscathed.) Sunday we came home from church to find that the Easter bunny had payed the kids a visit. Then I needed a nap! My family came over for dinner and of course an egg hunt. The kids surprised me. We let them do the egg hunt before dinner and they didn't even argue when they had to eat dinner before they could eat any candy. The food was Divine! I ate so much I was uncomfortable! Then we had the rolling contest. It was down to the "hot Mama" (me) and the "sexy mama" (Kat). Matthew has held the title for the last 4 years, so I really wanted to win. It took 2 rolls and then "sexy mama" won! Matthew was glad it stayed in his family. Next year the show down will be between the winner and the first place looser! 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This is something Danny and I have done with our kids for a long time, especially in December and rainy friday/saturday nights. My parents came up w/ the idea of doing it once a month with my whole family. The first "FMN" we watched Australia. Fab movie. We filled the coffe table w/ junk, sat back and enjoyed being together. I love traditions! "I'll sing you to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Q9hDqwI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_uo6_uWK-c/s1600-h/March+2009+%26+misc+080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068122315401986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Q9hDqwI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_uo6_uWK-c/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7RUCa-gI/AAAAAAAAALk/IEJd-vY5QHc/s1600-h/March+2009+%26+misc+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068128360921602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7RUCa-gI/AAAAAAAAALk/IEJd-vY5QHc/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Temple Night! Danny and I have made Thursday our Temple night. We made it all four times this month. Thursday is my fav night of the week. If anyone wants to go w/us we try to leave by 5:15...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*GNO! Loved girls night out! Can't wait for Aprils GNO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Started the kitchen! UGH, what have we done?!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Twilight movie night! A few of us got together at Jamies to watch twilight. We met at 9pm after we helped our hubby's put kids to bed. I think we talked threw most of it, commenting on parts and giggling at parts. When it was over we sat and talked for a long time. I didn't get home till 1:20 in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*The Zoo! On the only warm saturday in March Jamie and I took the kids to the zoo. I haven't been to the zoo in 5 years. It has changed so much. Carter didn't want to go so he stayed home w/ Danny. It was alot of fun! After the zoo we roasted hot dogs and mallows. Jamie and Josh were such good sports since they aren't hot dog fans. The kids played and jumped and by the end of the night were super tired. We all had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Sf1Q6QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CEITmWjw0W4/s1600-h/March+2009+%26+misc+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068148706830594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Sf1Q6QI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CEITmWjw0W4/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Rw-1GJI/AAAAAAAAALs/sYYZkEiJFIU/s1600-h/March+2009+%26+misc+101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068136130484370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Rw-1GJI/AAAAAAAAALs/sYYZkEiJFIU/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7SIf-P4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FmfKxdw2KQc/s1600-h/March+2009+%26+misc+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321068142443511682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7SIf-P4I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FmfKxdw2KQc/s200/March+2009+%26+misc+107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*A Sisters/Mom day! Heather came up, mom came over and we had lunch (Kat was in New Mexico for a funeral). Heather and Kimberlee made jammie pants. Mom and I watched and talked. I painted a little, it was great. We haven't done that in awhile. It was nice to spend time w/ them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Caitlin made Dance Company! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Danny went to Denver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nobody threw up this month! Yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I really hate snow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*FHE at #5's! Misty made Navajo Tacos and they were delsih! The lesson was great too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Did I mention I am really tired of the snow? Only 2 1/2 months till pool time...I hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-3370956555412345521?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/3370956555412345521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=3370956555412345521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3370956555412345521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3370956555412345521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/04/march.html' title='March!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/Sdg7Q9hDqwI/AAAAAAAAALc/0_uo6_uWK-c/s72-c/March+2009+%26+misc+080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1566707900589284139</id><published>2009-03-20T13:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:13:53.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE MADE IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/ScPpMAJmrvI/AAAAAAAAALU/uN_FBohOX_4/s1600-h/Caitlin030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315348377635303154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/ScPpMAJmrvI/AAAAAAAAALU/uN_FBohOX_4/s320/Caitlin030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin tried out for the Kearns Jr. High dance company and SHE MADE IT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her and all the hard work she put into clinics this week.  Jr. high has been a great experience for Caitlin so far.  She has great grades and a fabulous G.P.A.  not to mention really good friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin has had allot of special people in her life who have helped develop her love of dance.  A special thanks to Sarah her dance teacher who taught her that dancing is like dreaming with your feet.  Thanks to Aspen and Megan who helped her choreograph her dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caitlin, Your dad and I are so proud of you.  We knew you could do it!  Keep up the hard work.  You're gonna ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1566707900589284139?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1566707900589284139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1566707900589284139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1566707900589284139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1566707900589284139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/03/she-made-it.html' title='SHE MADE IT!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/ScPpMAJmrvI/AAAAAAAAALU/uN_FBohOX_4/s72-c/Caitlin030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-7475281359796215984</id><published>2009-03-16T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:09:01.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GNO = Girls Night Out!</title><content type='html'>Friends are so great. I have my BFFs. The friends I go to lunch with, shop with, talk on the phone for hours with, sit on the couch and talk and giggle with, who know my deepest secrets, who I can be myself with and not worry about being judged. Danny refers to these friends as the ones I knew in heaven. I love to be with them! They are my comfort zone. I have other friends too, and I love to talk to them and have them in my life. I don't like to go out of my comfort zone. I tend to stay in the box. So, with all that said, Friday night I went out for the first time with a bunch of friends that I've never been out with. Let me tell ya, I had a blast! We went to dinner at Zupas, which I think is a fab place. We sat at the restaurant for hours, just giggling and sharing embarrassing moments, we talked about serious stuff, it was great! Then we went to a movie. The silliness followed us to the movies. We were laughing as the previews started and into the movie. When the movie was over we started giggling again. I couldn't tell ya the last time I laughed that hard. It was great! I didn't get home till after midnight! I'm so glad I went out of my comfort zone and strengthened friendships and started new ones. I can't wait for next months GNO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-7475281359796215984?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7475281359796215984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7475281359796215984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7475281359796215984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7475281359796215984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/03/gno-girls-night-out.html' title='GNO = Girls Night Out!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4358163981054408348</id><published>2009-03-03T16:11:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:47:38.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February Review!  Warning...Long Post!</title><content type='html'>February was full of fun things, I think. It started off with our traditional "Super Bowl" party at Lonni and Carl's which was fun and yummy. Then Danny left for a 10day business trip to Denver. The day he was to come home his flight got delayed 4 times. He finally landed around 8:30 pm. While we were waiting in the airport Ryleigh decides she needs to puke! As I'm carrying her to a trash can some spills out of my hands and hits the floor. Some sweet old men directed me to a restroom, while we were on our way to the restroom someone slips in Ry's puke! When we got in a stall I notice it's all over her shirt. Who carries a change of clothes for an 8 year old?! So what was I to do? I took off her shirt put it in the trash, took off my shirt, put it on her, put on my coat, zipped it up and off we went to wait for Danny to get off the plane! The next day happened to be "Love Day". Danny and I went to lunch with Camie and Andy and then to a movie. We ate lunch at "The DoDo" restaurant at the Gateway. It was our first time there and we loved it. We saw "Paul Blart Mall Cop". It was really funny, but at the same time I was embarassed for him. The best part was the carmel apple from RMCF and being with Danny of course! Science fair was fun and stinky! Emma feed 3 plants one water, one o.j and one milk. The milk plant made our house stink like rotten milk...we were glad when it was time to throw them away. She did a great job, way to go Em! The best part of February was my brother Paul, his wife Kris and two of their kids came to SL for a visit. We visited at my parents, went to Su Casa for lunch and celebrated Addison's 1st birthday. It was so great to have them here. Then came the worst part of the month...saying good bye. Paul and I are really close. It's always so hard for me to tell him good bye. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. But as he walked out the door I had to have one more hug and then the tears came. After a hug from Kat and then being held by Danny as I sobbed, I pulled it together. The next day we went with Misty and her kids and grandma Betty to the Draper Temple open house. From start to finish it took us 3 hours. The kids were great. It was so cool to be able to explain to them what each room was and to answer their questions. My favorite part was when we were in the sealing room and we all looked in the mirrors and saw us as a forever family. I hope my kids remember the feeling they had that day in the temple. I also hope that by being able to see what the inside of the temple is like it will help them want to go there someday. After our tour was over Grandma Betty took us to lunch at "the old spaghetti factory". It was sooo yummy! The kids really deserved a treat after being so good. Thanks Grandma for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-71.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761540324721&amp;amp;site=widget-71.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761540324721&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p1/2882303761540324721/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761540324721&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p2/2882303761540324721/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761540324721&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/p4/2882303761540324721/bb_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-4358163981054408348?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4358163981054408348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4358163981054408348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4358163981054408348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4358163981054408348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/03/february-review-warninglong-post.html' title='February Review!  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While Danny was in Denver last week I got a phone call for an appointment w/the bishop. I knew it wasn't for Danny since he was already extended a new calling. I went into panic mode, thinking it could only be for me. I've only been in YW since September and was really sad at the thought of being released. We met with the bishop Saturday morning at 8:10 am (a bit early for me). The bishop told us that the stake pres, under the direction of the area pres, has asked the bishops in our stake to call 15 people from each ward as temple patrons, and he wanted Danny and I to be part of the 15 from our ward. We said yes without even thinking. What a cool opportunity this will be for us. We have to go to the temple 4 times a month and then report back to the bishop at the end of the month. It's really easy for Danny and I to go out on "dates", we go out several times a month. We always struggle to find the time to go to the temple. Where we live there are 4 temples within a 20-30 minute drive. How pathetic is it that we can't get there at least once a month. In conversation we always say that we are going to do better and we promise that 1 of our dates each month will be going to the temple. I guess Heavenly Father found a way for us to get there. Both of us are really excited for this opportunity. I was talking to a really good friend about this and she mentioned how cool it will be to be in the temple once a week, to be able to recenter yourself and bring it all back to what really matters. I'm really thankful to my Father in Heaven for putting such great people in my life to help me see things for what they truly are. I'm sure that with 4 callings between the 2 of us we may have some difficult moments, but I know that we will be blessed for doing what we've been asked to. We were sustained on Sunday and are anxious to get to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-5864064273633243130?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/5864064273633243130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=5864064273633243130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/5864064273633243130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/5864064273633243130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-callings.html' title='New Callings'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1328205690202903088</id><published>2009-02-09T17:22:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:11:07.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff!</title><content type='html'>~Facebook...Love It! It's so fun to find people that I haven't seen in 18 years. It's also a great way to monitor Caitlin since she is on Facebook as well. There is this 25 Random things tag going around on Facebook. I've decided for me that is more of a blogging thing and the word "Random" bothers me so maybe "Just Stuff" will work and it wont be 25 things either...that's way to long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I REALLY miss Danny. We have never been apart for more then 5 days. This 10 day business trip is really, really hard and I hate sleeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I've never really understood why friends comes before family in the phrase "Friends and Family". It's always been backwards to me. Until recently. It's funny how my friends are more like sisters to me...now I get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I'm just tryin to figure people out. Is that a waste of my time and energy? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Emma has to do the science fair this year, it's required for 6th grade. She is doing an experiment on plants. Feeding 1 milk, 1 water and 1 orange juice. Today when I came home from work, the house smelt really bad. Guess what? It was the plant being fed milk! Glad it will be over on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Teachers! Most of them are fabulous,especially the ones I work with. I'm just tryin to get Emma threw 6th grade! Who do some teachers think they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I want an ipod so bad I can almost hear my playlist! Stupid disposal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love tax returns. Especially BIG ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~4 months till it's pool time and school is out! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Bachelor is on tonight! Very Exciting. I really like Melissa, but I think the previews show a bad night for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I could really use a maid and a laundress. How great would that be? Then I wouldn't have piles of laundry to fold, toilets to scrub, floors to vacuum. But then I wouldn't have anything to do if she did it all for me...hummm...I would like to try it for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I love my house. Even though it's not decorated the way I want it (my taste has changed) I just love it. It's my safe place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I fell off the wagon! I'm a "cherry coke/chocaholic".  I've done really well at not drinking cafffine/soda for 3 months. I only "drink" when we go out to dinner/movies.  Last week I had an anxiety attack due to 6th grade teachers.  Danny talked me out of it and when he came home he brought me a cherry coke which caused a very giggly reaction.  I guess  all "holics"  fall off the wagon at some point.  I've decided that my breaking point is some anxiety and Pre, during, and post PMS, becasue between last week and this week I've gone on 3 drink runs and bought a 2 liter to get me threw Sunday.  I need a "meeting" because Kindergarten was nuts today and when I got home I finished off the 2 liter and had 3 chocolate carmel covered macadamia nut clusters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1328205690202903088?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1328205690202903088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1328205690202903088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1328205690202903088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1328205690202903088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-3602793216855547915</id><published>2009-01-26T15:48:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:01:42.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>January in Review</title><content type='html'>I've decided at the end of each month I'm going to post a month in review. I think it will help me keep pics on the computer organized and be fun at the same time. So, with 6 days left in the month and a free minute here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like January (the month). It's so long and uneventful. Plus the weather is crappy and it seems like Salt Lake is in an inversion ALL month. January started with the traditional Jackson Family lunch at the Olive Garden on New Years Day. I love this tradition, of course I love anything that involves going out to dinner. After 2 wonderful weeks of no school or work, we had to go back dangit! It took me a bit to get back into the routine of homework and reading. It's amazing how easy you can fall out of routine. Caitlin had a science project due the day after we got back from break. She had to take a part of the digestive system and turn it into an amusement park ride. Given our family history, she choose to make the intestines into the "Log Ride"(I hope I don't need to explain). For Young Womens this month we had an etiquette dinner and went on a tour of the new Draper Utah temple. The temple is breathtaking! The chandelier in the celestial room is heart stopping. I'm really loving being in Young Womens. It's so great to be in there with Caitlin, and soon Emma. I think girls camp will be a blast with both of them there. Danny and I went to Tepanyaki with his family to celebrate Betty's bday (Danny's mom). We had such a great time and I love any event where I can put on great clothes and heels and be with Danny. We went over to the Mylers and played "spoons". I haven't played that in years. We were having a blast when Carter came in to the kitchen and announced he didn't feel good. His announcement was followed by puking all over Lonni's kitchen floor. We went home. The Hayford crew came over and we had dinner and played "Tripoly" (it's a combo of poker, hearts and Michigan rummy). Let's just say that when we go to Vegas in October we are taking Camie away from the pool for awhile to hit the tables. She kicked butt, she had the best poker hands! Grampa took all of us to Chuckee Cheese. It was so fun. Danny loved not having to follow kids around, he sat at the table and people watched. I think my kids were glad to have a little freedom and just do whatever. Little do they know that the reason I only gave them 6 tokens at at time was so they had to check in with me every 6 minutes. This Saturday (the 31st) Danny and I are going to try a new sushi place at the District called "Blue Fish". Well, there ya have it, a quick review of January. Only 5 months until it's pool time! &lt;br /&gt;* In the slide show I've included pics of New Years eve. New Years Eve kinda blends with January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761537999595&amp;amp;site=widget-eb.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761537999595&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p1/2882303761537999595/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761537999595&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p2/2882303761537999595/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761537999595&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-eb.slide.com/p4/2882303761537999595/bb_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-3602793216855547915?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/3602793216855547915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=3602793216855547915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3602793216855547915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/3602793216855547915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-in-review.html' title='January in Review'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-388911493479751444</id><published>2009-01-20T11:26:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:31:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Emotion #1: MIXED;happy,sad,worried,nervous,excited!&lt;/strong&gt; A week ago Caitlin asked Danny and I if she could go to the movies with her friends. I've been really good about "letting go". I let Caitlin and Emma go to the pool without me, I've let them walk to the gas station, so when Caitlin asked me to go to the movies I thought no problem. We agreed that they could if they went to the District. Danny and I have spent Friday nights at Jordan Landing, we've seen what goes on there and we don't want our girls hanging out there. This last Friday was the day. It really hit me that my girls are growing up as I watched them "primp" for their evening out. Caitlin and Emma both got dressed in their fav outfits, did their hair with music blaring, and were as giddy as could be. They had to meet at another friends house and they had to walk because the van was in the shop again (at least it's paid for) and Danny was at work. As I watched them walk down the street, I found myself a bit misty eyed and grateful that Caitlin counts Emma as one of her friends. When we picked them up at the movies they were still giddy and acted just like teenagers. I can't believe this is the next phase of my life. My kids being little went too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotion #2: PATRIOTIC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Today I'm home with 2 sick kids, which given what took place today wasn't so bad. Today Pres. Obama was sworn in as the 44th President of the United States. I'm always in awe of things like this. When Pres. Reagan died I was glued to the T.V. I love to see the pageantry and traditions that take place at events like this. As VP Bidden was just about to be sworn in I had Emma and Ryleigh come in and watch the ceremony. I wanted them to be part of history. I wanted them to witness not only the swearing in of a new President but witness the swearing in of the first African American President. I hope my other kids were able to watch it at school. All morning I've been watching the coverage. I loved seeing Pres. Bush and the First Lady welcome the Obamas to the White House and watching them drive to the Capital, seeing all the former Presidents, hearing "Hail to the Chief". I was pretty emotional all morning. I found myself wondering how the Bush's feel about leaving the White House, wondering what the Obama's are feeling and thinking. I may not agree with all that Pres.Bush has done and I didn't vote for Obama, but they have both held the highest office in the land and I think that commands some form of respect. I was raised to be very patriotic and respectful of my country, and putting my feelings about certain leaders and their ideas aside I loved watching the events of today. I found myself feeling very proud to live in the United States. It's defiantly a day to remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emotion #3:EXTRA MOTHERLY.&lt;/strong&gt; I should be cleaning, organizing, folding or something since I'm home, but I'm not going to. I'm going to waste the day away. I'm going to sit on the couch and cuddle with my 2 sick girls and watch girly movies. They do grow up way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-388911493479751444?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/388911493479751444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=388911493479751444' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/388911493479751444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/388911493479751444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/01/emotions.html' title='EMOTIONS'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-9187875889054316601</id><published>2009-01-05T21:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:12:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming Of Warmer Days!</title><content type='html'>I learned a few things about myself in 2008. I learned how to say "NO". Being able to say 'NO" I found, is really liberating! I have been able to reduce stress and at times even avoid it altogether. I learned (AGAIN) that the finer things in life are fabulous, but not necessary, and that there is happiness in simpler things. I learned that being "Nichole" is not so bad, actually it can be pretty great. The biggest thing I learned about myself in 2008 is I HATE COLD WEATHER!I am really sick of snow, wind,and below freezing temperatures. I find myself daydreaming about sitting poolside, the hot sun beating down on my face and a cold drink in my hand. Over Christmas we saw "Marley and Me". At one point in the story Jennifer Aniston's character says to Owen Wilson's character, "Let's move to a warmer place". Although I would never move to Florida (hurricanes!) Phoenix isn't sounding too bad right now, after all it is the "Valley of the Sun"! Also in "Marley and Me" Jennifer Aniston was always so tan and wore such cute summer clothes all year long. Granted, I wouldn't be wearing those type of outfits, but I sure as heck would be wearing less then I am now! So, now you may understand the background to my blog. I'm totally dreaming of warmer days. I know, I know we need the water or else there wouldn't be a pool for me to sit by. HOWEVER, that doesn't change the way I feel or the fact that I am counting down to summer...only 6 months till the pool opens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-9187875889054316601?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/9187875889054316601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=9187875889054316601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/9187875889054316601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/9187875889054316601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2009/01/dreaming-of-warmer-days.html' title='Dreaming Of Warmer Days!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-3389771969490735282</id><published>2008-12-29T21:11:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:07:24.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh What A Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was fabulous! We had such a good time at Gramma Betty's on Christmas eve. Blanca made tamales and they were delish! Christmas morning was great. The kids were happy with what they received, even for the socks and underwear. I am always amazed at how much excitement and build up goes on during the whole month of December and then it is over in 45 minutes. Anyway, after breakfast Danny worked on loading Caitlin's ipod and I took a nap! Later we went to the movies. Marley and Me is a great show, just remember your Kleenex. After the movie we went over to Grampa and Gramma Jackson's for dinner. We had a great dinner inspite of the fact that I forgot the raspberries and Brad forgot some of the cheese. The snow kept coming and I got really anxious. The last time it snowed on Christmas Day we lost power for 60 hours. Fortunately for me and my family the power stayed on. And the snow kept coming! 20 inches later in Ktown we are finally dug out and melting a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just a side note. The last 2 pics in the slideshow are of a yummy dessert Jamie found in the December issue of "The Friend". They are edible snowflakes. You just warm a tortilla in the microwave for 15 seconds. Then you fold it into a triangle and cut it up like a snowflake. Then you fry it in a pan of oil and when it is done you sprinkle it with powder sugar. It is a scrumptious treat. 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The month has gone by soo fast.  I'm totaly NOT ready!  However the kids are.  I think this is the longest day of the year for all kids.  This morning Ryleigh woke up and yelled "Santa comes tonight"!  Kimmie and I had to run to Walmart and it wasn't too bad.  It didn't make me crazy like it did yesterday.  Tonight we are having dinner at Betty's (Danny's Mom).  I'm really looking forward to dinner.  We always do finger foods and it always hits the spot.  When we lived out of state, we didn't have family to visit so on Christmas day we would go to the movies.  Tomorrow we are going to see "Marley and Me", another new tradition for our family.  I hope that this Christmas lives up to your expectations and that you really enjoy the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;From our family to yours, Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4854280509993023073?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4854280509993023073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4854280509993023073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4854280509993023073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4854280509993023073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2681210306150351187</id><published>2008-12-19T22:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:19:29.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Week!</title><content type='html'>This week has to be one of the top 5 worst weeks EVER!  It really didn't start out that way, Monday and Tuesday were good.  If I relive what I've been threw this week, you may be reading for a LONG time and I will end up with swollen eyes again.  So I don't leave you wondering, let's just say I had a run in with public education.  While I was sent to the firing squad, my superhero (Danny) was sitting in a classroom in Denver.  Thank heaven for loyal and supportive friends and family.  I'm sorry for breaking down infront of so many of you (I'm usually stronger then that), thanks for listening threw my blubbering and for the hugs.  After several diet cokes (thanks Lonni) and a tylenol pm I felt much better when I woke up this morning.  Then today,to top it all off, Danny's flight home was canceled due to bad weather in SLC...geez it was just a little snow! Danny is safe in a hotel and has a flight out tomorrow at 2pm as long as the weather is better...I don't do well without him. In a few minutes I'm going to put in one of my favorite "girl movies", make a "Warm Delight" (thanks Jamie) and just let this week go...wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-2681210306150351187?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2681210306150351187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2681210306150351187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2681210306150351187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2681210306150351187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-week.html' title='What a Week!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-222160114363027163</id><published>2008-12-14T20:28:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:04:11.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Caitlin!</title><content type='html'>Caitlin turns 13 tomorrow! I can hardly believe that 13 years have gone by. It seems just like yesterday Danny put her in my arms. She was so perfect. She had the most petite features, tiny girly hands and fingers, a dainty little mouth. I remember the nurses kept commenting on how beautiful she was. When we went home they put her in a stocking. Caitlin was our Christmas present that year. Her middle name is "Noelle". I looked up "Noelle" in the dictionary when we decided to give her that as her middle name. It means shout for joy. Not only was I shouting for joy because her birth meant no more morning sickness, I was shouting for joy because my Father in Heaven gave her to me. She is an amazing person. As I watch her grow, I'm always in awe of the young lady she is growing up to be. I'm not so sure I'm ready to be the mother of a teenager, although she is sure she's ready to be one. We have a good relationship and I think that's an important thing to have starting off on this journey. I'm proud of the things she is doing and how she is handling life so far. I love you Caitlin, Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things she loves:&lt;br /&gt;~Red and black&lt;br /&gt;~Twilight (what teenager doesn't)&lt;br /&gt;~Music!&lt;br /&gt;~Movies&lt;br /&gt;~Cereal&lt;br /&gt;~Being with her friends&lt;br /&gt;~Young Womens&lt;br /&gt;~Doing baptisms for the dead&lt;br /&gt;~Clothes, makeup and shoes&lt;br /&gt;~Hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;~Crockpot Chicken&lt;br /&gt;~Dancing&lt;br /&gt;~Swimming/the pool (smart girl)&lt;br /&gt;~Babysitting&lt;br /&gt;~Money&lt;br /&gt;~Her family&lt;br /&gt;~Summer&lt;br /&gt;~Skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;~Ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=128700556&amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=128700556"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=128700556&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=128700556"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-222160114363027163?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/222160114363027163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=222160114363027163' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/222160114363027163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/222160114363027163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-caitlin.html' title='Happy Birthday Caitlin!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6254622486726318025</id><published>2008-12-10T16:40:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:09:22.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Belong to the Church of Jesus Christ..."</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, Danny baptized Ryleigh.  It was such a great day.  She looked absolutley beautiful.  The details of the day wont matter to anyone else but Ryleigh, Danny and I.  But I will tell you I did get quite emotional especially when Carter gave the opening prayer, as I watched Danny baptize her and when I was helping Ry get dressed.  The talks were perfect and so were the desserts afterwards.  I want to thank all those who came to show their love and support for Ryleigh, she is truley loved (the room was packed and so was my house after).  For Danny and I, we invite people to baptisms who have had an influence on our children's lives, people who have helped them get to this point.  Thanks to all those who love Ryleigh and have taught her, or influenced her in some way.  She loves you and so do Danny and I.  Also a special thanks to those who gave the talks, prayers and who offered to bring treats.  It really helped me soak up and enjoy the day.  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When we go out to eat I always order the same thing. I know what I like and what I don't and that's just how it is. Danny has been after me to try sushi for along time. He fell in love with it about 2 years ago. I'm pretty set in my ways and wasn't going to budge on trying it. No way was I putting raw fish in my mouth. Plus I was told that you have to put the whole thing in your mouth at one time. I know myself well enough to know that those two things combined would make a BAD combination and what would follow would not be good. To make along story short, I owed Jamie big for volunteering her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;interpret&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SEP's&lt;/span&gt; without asking her first. We decided to go to dinner and a movie with Jamie picking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. She found out about my fear of sushi and decided that's what we were having for dinner. So last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; we went to the "Happy Sumo" for dinner. I was so scared! I learned that not all sushi is raw fish which made me feel a bit better. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ordered&lt;/span&gt; 5 rolls, each of us picking one, Jamie and I agreed on the 5th roll. We also had tempura veggies which are way yummy. I fell off the wagon and ordered a diet coke, I knew I was going to need something to wash this down with. To my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;amazement&lt;/span&gt; most of the sushi was great! And you can bite it in half and not lose any of the flavor. There was only one roll that almost made me and Jamie sick...flying fish eggs are NASTY! Jamie and I took turns drinking my diet coke, I think between the 2 of us it took less then a minute to finish the glass. Trying sushi reminded me of the book "Green Eggs and Ham, "You do not like them. So you say. Try them! Try them! And you may". "Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-am!" I had a really good time and will have sushi again. Thanks Jamie for helping me out of the box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday for young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; we went to Festival of Trees, which was amazing. I am always in awe of the people who decorate the trees and who give of there time to help raise money for Primary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Children's&lt;/span&gt; Hospital. We took 2 cars, Holly and I drove. When we got done and loaded back into the cars, I was just about to leave when I remembered that my dad and mom had taught me when you are traveling with others you always leave at the same time. Make sure the other person is in their car and that you leave at the same time. I had started to leave when I remembered this lesson. As I began to back out I noticed Holly had a flat tire. If I would have pulled forward out of my parking place and left, Holly would have been stuck there with 6 teenagers trying to change a tire. We changed the tire, well Holly and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shemay&lt;/span&gt; did along with a nice gentleman who stopped to help us. I kept track of the girls who weren't sitting in my van and talked to this gentleman's girlfriend from England, I would not have been of any help to them. So, we learned the lesson of stay together and listen to your parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; you never know when you will use the lessons they tried to teach you. So dad and mom, it may have seemed like I didn't listen, but I really did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-2867052149187901981?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2867052149187901981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2867052149187901981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2867052149187901981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2867052149187901981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/12/out-of-box-and-lessons-remembered.html' title='Out of the Box and Lessons Remembered'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2610353111919126617</id><published>2008-12-01T16:07:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:36:47.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Tradition!</title><content type='html'>When we moved into our house almost 5 years ago, we told the kids that our first Christmas in our new house we would have a real tree. Well, it has taken us awhile to make good on that promise. At Thanksgiving dinner my dad was talking about getting a real tree and Danny just couldn't get the idea out of his head. We kept it a "surpirse" from the kids (we don't keep secrets at our house). We loaded them in the car and played 20 questions on our way to the tree lot. We found a great local one on 27th west and 41st south. My dad had told me that I needed to ask when they were cut. To my amazment, they were cut a week ago at a farm in Ogden, so it should last till New Years Day. Anyway, when we pulled into the tree lot the kids went crazy! They couldn't believe they were getting a real tree. It was so fun to watch them. They were laughing and smiling. Caitlin picked a tall spars tree, the rest of us picked tall fat trees. We narrowed it down to 2 trees. Both of them tall and fat. The deciding vote was made by me, it was 5-1. Ryleigh was happy even though her tree stayed for another family to pick. The whole afternoon was like a Norman Rockwell painting, it was amazing!  This is one tradition I hope will last for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963122724498018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvAx1HamI/AAAAAAAAAIs/16_-6RYD8hg/s200/stuff%235+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963127996890626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvBFeJvgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AHlrgCtXseQ/s200/stuff%235+013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvBZGFFbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mb5VgPHPaTE/s1600-h/stuff%235+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963133264631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvBZGFFbI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Mb5VgPHPaTE/s200/stuff%235+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274963147208309410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvCNCguqI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YT87Vs9kcKo/s200/stuff%235+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-2610353111919126617?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2610353111919126617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2610353111919126617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2610353111919126617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2610353111919126617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-tradition.html' title='A New Tradition!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/STRvAx1HamI/AAAAAAAAAIs/16_-6RYD8hg/s72-c/stuff%235+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-7926273620888778225</id><published>2008-11-24T15:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:20:08.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful For...</title><content type='html'>Lonnie tagged me with this "Iam Thankful For..." tag, and since Thanksgiving is one of my very favorite holidays here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SSslH61fOkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U1FGePdE0-M/s1600-h/stuff%234+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348606750210626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SSslH61fOkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U1FGePdE0-M/s200/stuff%234+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am Thankful for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My Savior and His sacrafice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~The scriptures and what they teach and remind me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Prayer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~The sacrament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~The priesthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Being a mother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My calling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Danny and the way he loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Caitlin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Carter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Ryleigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My parents and the way they raised me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My brothers and sisters and their spouses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My nieces and nephews&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Danny's brothers and their wives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Danny's mom and dad, for the way they raised him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My friends. I have the best ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Family traditions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Our home. For the way it feels and smells in the fall/winter and for the good times we have in the summer. I'm thankful for the memories it helps us make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My red high heels, all my shoes really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Chocolate and a nice drink (I'm giving up diet coke, my favorite right now is cranberry juice and 7up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Hot chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Dating Danny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My car, it's running ok right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Danny's new job (this should be higher on the list).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Braces and glasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Thanksgiving and for the way it helps me remember what I'm thankful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Bishop Kammerman's talk Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Holly's lesson in YW Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Being able to take our kids to the movies for Ryleigh's bday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Unconditional love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My job at the school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My kids primary/YW/Sunday school teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~My kids school teachers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Our health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Ryleigh's choice to be baptized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~The upcoming Christmas season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Being able to have Thanksgiving dinner at my mom and dad's house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~For grandparents. Danny and I couldn't do this alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Shopping on Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~Holiday food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm sure as I lay in bed tonight I'll remember a whole bunch of things I should have put on my list. But for now, this works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I tag: Camie, Misty, Heather, Kimmie, Kat, Kris, Rachel, Tylynn, Emily, Dad, and anyone else who feels so inclined!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272348615201403218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SSslIaUaMVI/AAAAAAAAAIc/q45PaZuRTxI/s200/stuff%234+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-7926273620888778225?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7926273620888778225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7926273620888778225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7926273620888778225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7926273620888778225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful-for.html' title='I am Thankful For...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SSslH61fOkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/U1FGePdE0-M/s72-c/stuff%234+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1748368291942092685</id><published>2008-11-22T10:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:12:54.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Movie Was Great!</title><content type='html'>We went to the midnight showing of "Twilight" and it was great!  I wasn't disapointed at all.  Okay, I lied!  When Jasper came on the screen I laughed!  He is just too funny to look at.  At first I wasn't happy with the Edward they picked, but after seeing the movie,  he is perfect!  I think they did a good job of sticking to the book even with the parts they added.  So, needless to say this "Twilight" fan was pleased.   Sorry Hannah, there weren't any "crazies" at the Gateway.  No prom dresses and leg braces.  The "Harry Potter" fans were the craziest it got.  There were however lots of "Twilight" shirts and hoodies.  Danny took Caitlin and Emma to see it on Friday.  When they came out of the movie theater (the distirct) in the round about were all the Cullens cars!  Edwards Volvo, Emmets jeep, and Carlisle's BMW.  Caitlin and Emma went crazy Danny said.  He said there were people dressed up like Rosalie, Alice and James, taking pics with movie fans.  So, I'm just wondering...when are we going to see it again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDZHt6FiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNvpjWjPljQ/s1600-h/stuff+%233+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537462684554786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDZHt6FiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNvpjWjPljQ/s320/stuff+%233+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Kimmie, Rachel and me at the midnight showing of "Twilight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDXtmhoLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dkCBYbzQj58/s1600-h/stuff+%233+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537438494400690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDXtmhoLI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dkCBYbzQj58/s320/stuff+%233+054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Me and Cam in our "Twilight" tees.  And of course what's a movie without popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDVSgZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sF3Y257V1Q0/s1600-h/stuff+%233+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537396861236610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDVSgZ9YI/AAAAAAAAAH8/sF3Y257V1Q0/s320/stuff+%233+052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rachel with the stange cast of "Harry potter".  I don't think they got the memo that "Harry Potter" wont open till July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1748368291942092685?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1748368291942092685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1748368291942092685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1748368291942092685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1748368291942092685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/movie-was-great.html' title='The Movie Was Great!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SShDZHt6FiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/QNvpjWjPljQ/s72-c/stuff+%233+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4309163828854575509</id><published>2008-11-14T11:24:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T16:11:30.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ryleigh!</title><content type='html'>Today my baby turns 8! It's so hard to believe that 8 years has gone by, and fast too. When she was born we were expecting so many health problems. I had received many priesthood blessings before she was born. I didn't even get to see her right after, they took her into another room so the NICU docs could check her out. The miracle of the day was not only her birth, but that she was completely healthy. The blockage between her stomach and her intestines was gone. I am so thankful for Danny and the priesthood which he holds. Every year on Ryleigh's birthday I thank my Father in Heaven for letting me have her. Ryleigh is such a sweet girl. She is so kind and loving. Even now she likes to cuddle with me and sit on my lap. She always makes me laugh, she has a really silly side.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of her favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fancy Nancy books&lt;br /&gt;~Anything red and "parkly" (just like mom)&lt;br /&gt;~BBQ ribs&lt;br /&gt;~movies&lt;br /&gt;~Littlest Pet Shop&lt;br /&gt;~Ella, her teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;~Her friends&lt;br /&gt;~Dancing&lt;br /&gt;~Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;~Cheetah print (takes after her mother)&lt;br /&gt;~Baby dolls&lt;br /&gt;~Skinny leg jeans&lt;br /&gt;~Tank tops and comfy pants&lt;br /&gt;~Her hair pulled up&lt;br /&gt;~Helping mom in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;~swimming&lt;br /&gt;~listening to her MP3 palyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-ee.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-ee.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761534764014&amp;site=widget-ee.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761534764014&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p1/2882303761534764014/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761534764014&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p2/2882303761534764014/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761534764014&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ee.slide.com/p4/2882303761534764014/ms_t021_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-4309163828854575509?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4309163828854575509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4309163828854575509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4309163828854575509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4309163828854575509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-ryleigh.html' title='Happy Birthday Ryleigh!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4691708758264160636</id><published>2008-11-10T21:37:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:07:24.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRkQT-2QidI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6pfD9JvhUz0/s1600-h/las+vegas+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267259174660639186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRkQT-2QidI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6pfD9JvhUz0/s320/las+vegas+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRkPfs68ChI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Xt7t6KxIjVQ/s1600-h/stuff+%231+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have great news! Danny will be going to work for RSC! RSC is a construction rental/sales company. Danny has worked in this industry before and is really excited to get back to work. We both have really enjoyed him being home, but both of us will admit it is time to get life back to whatever normal will be. Today I asked him to do a few things for me. I had him run to the bank and post office, and tomorrow he is taking the girls to the dentist so I don't have to take time off work. What ever will I do without my errand boy?! On a more serious note...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just wanted to thank all of you for your prayers, for fasting with us, for your support, for listening, and for distracting us. We are truly blessed with the best family and friends ever! We love you all so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-4691708758264160636?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4691708758264160636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4691708758264160636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4691708758264160636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4691708758264160636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-thank-you-thank-you.html' title='Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRkQT-2QidI/AAAAAAAAAH0/6pfD9JvhUz0/s72-c/las+vegas+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4558018365860959477</id><published>2008-11-07T21:17:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T22:40:56.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUFx0JILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2sJJshYO8M/s1600-h/Hollween+Oct+2002009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137428783603890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUFx0JILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2sJJshYO8M/s320/Hollween+Oct+2002009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUFx0JILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2sJJshYO8M/s1600-h/Hollween+Oct+2002009.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having some "tender feelings" this week. For 4 1/2 years we have been having Family Home Evening with Jared and Misty along with Danny's mom (she's Jareds mom too). We started this when Emma and Emily turned 7 to help get them ready to be baptized, and we've just kept it up. Every other month I fix dinner and dessert and prepare a lesson. The next month it's Misty's turn. Anyway, last Sunday it was Jared and Misty's turn. Misty gave a great lesson on talents. She went around the room and told each of us what she thought our talents were. (Here come the "tender feelings") I thought how incredible it was that she knew each of us that well. Even before Carter and Lizzie were born we were doing everything together. We lived across the street from each other and our kids became more like brothers and sisters then cousins. They could entertain themselves with the most ordinary things. Like a storm drain where an imaginary fish/monster named "bagonna" lived, they would feed it twings and leaves. When they learned to ride bikes, they would go up and down our private drive affectionately named "Leland". We would go parks all over the valley, to the zoo, the childrens museum. We would take all the kids to resturants,( at one point we had 6 kids under the age of 6 between us) which looking back all 4 of us adults must have been either crazy or more patient. This is how Misty can know each member of our family so well. Allot of our family traditions are built around our little families. Another "tender feelings" moment hit me on Thursday night. We have this traditon which includes me, Misty and Betty. Every November Betty takes Misty and I to Olive Garden for dinner then we go to Target to help her Christmas shop for the grandkids. This has to be one of my favorite traditions from Danny's family. We always have such a good time and it really puts me in a festive mood. As our kids have gotten older and get involved in other things and as we build new friendships with others, I've noticed that we don't do as much with Jared and Misty's family as we used to. I really miss that part of our life. There are some traditons that have been skipped because we both just get too busy. After we had shopped for the kids, Misty and I walked through the ladies department. We have always had this thing that when we see something completely awful we say, "I'm buying you that for your birthday/Christmas". We haven't been shopping in a very long time(which is something we used to do alot of together) and it was fun to do that again. We all laughed so hard at some of the way crazy clothes. My "tender feelilngs" moment came when we were shopping and I realized how much I miss them. I am so greatful for my family's relationship with Jared and Misty and their family. I'm not sure how common it is for in-laws to get along so well and to be so close. I just love the life we have built around our 2 families. Thanks guys for sticking by us even when we aren't at our best. I love ya lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUGco32SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miu5Hk6t0Bw/s1600-h/Hollween+Oct+2002010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266137440279058722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUGco32SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miu5Hk6t0Bw/s320/Hollween+Oct+2002010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUGco32SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miu5Hk6t0Bw/s1600-h/Hollween+Oct+2002010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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 href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUGco32SI/AAAAAAAAAHk/miu5Hk6t0Bw/s1600-h/Hollween+Oct+2002010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4558018365860959477?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4558018365860959477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4558018365860959477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4558018365860959477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4558018365860959477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/tender-feelings.html' title='Tender Feelings'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SRUUFx0JILI/AAAAAAAAAHc/A2sJJshYO8M/s72-c/Hollween+Oct+2002009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1296147972081337410</id><published>2008-11-01T20:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T21:40:10.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Halloween!</title><content type='html'>This Halloween was a real treat or trick , I can't decide! We went to a neighborhood Halloween party the Saturday before Halloween, which forced me to get costumes ready. It was really fun, the kids had a good time.  On Monday Emma got sick. We also carved pumpkins Monday night.  On Tuesday Carter got sick.  He puked for 2 days, which landed him a 6 hour ER visit.  By Friday afternoon we thought he was going to be able to Trick or Treat.  As if being really sick for 2 1/2 days wasn't enough, Friday evening he stepped on a rock and sliced the bottom of his foot open.  So, at 4:45 on Halloween, off to Instacare we went.  2 stitches later and with a numb foot we let Carter go Trick or Treating.  I just couldn't let him miss out on all the fun after such a horrible week.  Now Danny and I are enjoying the sugar high our kids will be on for the next week.  Gotta love Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761533021393&amp;amp;site=widget-d1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761533021393&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p1/2882303761533021393/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761533021393&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p2/2882303761533021393/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761533021393&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d1.slide.com/p4/2882303761533021393/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-1296147972081337410?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1296147972081337410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1296147972081337410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1296147972081337410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1296147972081337410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/11/tribute-to-halloween.html' title='A Tribute to Halloween!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6809709058533064431</id><published>2008-10-29T20:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:55:41.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Grapes to Jam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771590728812914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke4N9oiXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lzxe04SdszQ/s320/Carving+pumpkins+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                               Last Friday Camie and I decided to make grape jam.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;     We used the grape juice concentrate that Camie made from the grapes in her backyard.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke4rcflyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JEff4Mx421s/s1600-h/Carving+pumpkins+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771598642878242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke4rcflyI/AAAAAAAAAHE/JEff4Mx421s/s320/Carving+pumpkins+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is what Danny and Andy did while Camie and I worked out our bicep muscles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771608394977730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke5Pxk0cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/CU37wSUNhik/s320/Carving+pumpkins+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                40   1/2 pints later...  Isn't it pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262771608959037234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke5R4DrzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UY8Vo-rmvTo/s320/Carving+pumpkins+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                 &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;   I'm proud of US, I'm proud of US!  I'm so very proud of US!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                       Thanks for a fun day Cam, Love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-6809709058533064431?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6809709058533064431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6809709058533064431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6809709058533064431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6809709058533064431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-grapes-to-jam.html' title='From Grapes to Jam!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SQke4N9oiXI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Lzxe04SdszQ/s72-c/Carving+pumpkins+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4080181249336204959</id><published>2008-10-23T16:37:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:38:41.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Weekend!</title><content type='html'>I just love UEA weekend. Since the kids were out Thurday and Friday, I didn't work on Wednesday. I haven't made chili sause in four years, so my sisters and I decided it was about time. My stove is a flat top and the waterbath pot is too big for the burner, so we used the turkey fryer (great idea Danny!). We went to the pumpkin patch, which has been a tradition for years. This year we went with my family. Grandpa and Grandma even came. Saturday we headed to this great park with the Hayfords. When we got to the gas station for gas and drinks we noticed the van had a flat tire. It turned out the tire had four screws in it. Too many to fix ourselves. So instead of a picnic in the park, we had our picnic in the backyard. Oh well, there should be a few more warm saturdays left. Ryleigh and Bethanie sat under the quilting frames grabbing the needle to tye the bottom and then sending it up for Kimmie, Cailtin and Emma to tye the top. Saturday ended with a game of HORSE between Danny, Carter and Cailtin. I really enjoyed the five day weekend. I could use more of those...but then why work? 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Parts of life come and go, like high school and your babies growing up and becoming teenagers.  People come in and out of your life.  Your taste changes for just about everything.  One day you love the granola look the next you love "sex and the city" clothes and heels.  Your taste in music changes and maybe you like sushi now when you didn't before.  And as life goes on your understanding of life grows.  As you have ups and downs your knowledge of how life and Heavenly Father work together grows.  You understand why things change and why you change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been pretty difficult in allot of ways for me.  Yesterday I was watching my niece and she didn't want to be put down when she slept.  So as she napped in my arms I read an article in the Ensign which talked about letting Heavenly Father lighten our burdens.  Part of the article talked about what I call hot tub pity parties and how being unhappy especially around others is not helpful.  Well, I guess I have been going to allot of "hot tub pity parties" the last few weeks.  The problem for me has been that it is pretty hard to be around people who seem to be doing allot better then us, who seem to have no understanding of what we are going threw and how I feel, who can go threw hell and still come out better. And I realized that it's probably just has hard for them to be around me.   It has been brought to my attention by a very important person in my life that I am pushing people away.  That people who were my friends a few months ago I don't have much to do with now.  My response to that was that those friendships were changing long before Danny lost his job.  I'm not taking full credit for those relationships changing because it takes two.  What I am saying is that for any of my friends and family who have felt like I have shut them out the last few weeks, I'm sorry.  After reading the article in the Ensign, my perspective has changed.  One part of the article said that to get us from where we are to where the Lord needs us requires allot of stretching and stretching is sometimes painful.   Although I am generally not a patient person, I've decided that I need to leave my current situation in the Lords hands and some how I will be better for what ever reason when I come out.   While blogging is a great way to keep up with friends and family, it's also a journal.  So, if it bothers you to read posts like this, sorry.  Someday, months or years from now, when I'm reminiscing, I'll remember what was going on in my life and how I came to realize why I feel the way I do about certain things.  Thanks for reading and for loving me and my faults.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1836457815972526690?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1836457815972526690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1836457815972526690' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1836457815972526690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1836457815972526690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='Life!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1997436857249172125</id><published>2008-10-15T09:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T10:10:18.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Carter's First BYU Football Game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SPYLyUBLufI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ej9Z_usRPWc/s1600-h/BYU+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257402573996669426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SPYLyUBLufI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ej9Z_usRPWc/s320/BYU+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 brothers, Paul and Matthew. Paul lives in Iowa and Matthew lives here in SLC. Both of them are die hard BYU fans, Paul since he was a kid and Matthew more recently. A few years ago Paul and his family came home (to SLC) for Christmas. Carter was about 5 at the time. Carter loves his uncles. In his eyes they can do no wrong, what they say is law, he thinks they walk on water. Anyway, this was when Carter learned of Paul's love for the "Y", hence when Carter became a "Y" fan. Matthew has season tickets to BYU football and so do many of his friends. Last weekend some of Matthew's friends weren't able to go, so they gave their tickets to Carter and Danny. Carter was more then excited! He decided he would wear his BYU t-shirt, his BYU hoodie and his BYU hat. Danny, being a Utes fan was only thrilled to go because of Carter (Danny has always been one who loves to watch his kids reactions to the things they love). I can't even explain how excited Carter was to go. When they got to the stadium he got to do a football toss, which he won a football for. Matthew bought him a new BYU t-shirt and a BYU football. During the game he got hot chocolate in a BYU mug and a soda in a BYU cup all of which he got to bring home to add to his collection of BYU stuff. He has a BYU plate, bowl, and now several cups. The standing joke at our house, if you happen to get one of the BYU cups is "oh great, I get the dumb cup". Carter gets allot of @#*! from family members for being a "Y" fan. I find myself cheering for the "Y" not because I like the school, but because my only son who is the only "Y" fan in our immediate family loves them. Carter had such a good time. I'm sure he will always remember his first BYU football game. I am so thankful that Carter has such good male role models in his life, all the way from his dad to his grandpas to his uncles. Thanks guys, for helping us raise a good boy. And Matthew, he had the time of his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SPYTWs35x5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/D5TFQ6gN_Go/s1600-h/BYU+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257410895725315986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SPYTWs35x5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/D5TFQ6gN_Go/s320/BYU+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1997436857249172125?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1997436857249172125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1997436857249172125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1997436857249172125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1997436857249172125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/10/carters-first-byu-football-game.html' title='Carter&apos;s First BYU Football Game!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SPYLyUBLufI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ej9Z_usRPWc/s72-c/BYU+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4916335468465118384</id><published>2008-10-09T16:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:53:38.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SO7C-CH0NHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B7-gIAquLts/s1600-h/las+vegas+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SO7C-CH0NHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B7-gIAquLts/s320/las+vegas+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255352186165277810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SO7C-T0S2-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EdeoGERBOmk/s1600-h/las+vegas+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SO7C-T0S2-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/EdeoGERBOmk/s320/las+vegas+044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255352190915238882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Vegas with Camie and Andy to celebrate Camies birthday. I haven't ever been to Vegas and Danny has only been on business. Therefore, we haven't ever seen the sights. In 14 years Danny and I have only gone away overnight twice, and our anniversary is this month, so we were really excited to get away. &lt;br /&gt;We flew out Friday afternoon. We land and get to the hotel and Danny and Andy let us freshen up for a night on the strip. They took us to a restaurant at the Paris Hotel called Mon Ami Gabi. The atmosphere was so romantic. Danny pushed in my chair for me and the waiter put my napkin in my lap. The food was incredible! After dinner we saw the fountain show at the Bellagio. The fountain show was done to an Italian opera, it was beautiful! Then we walked down to the Venetian were Danny and Andy had planned for us to take a gondola ride. It was so romantic and funny at the same time. Our gondola driver was hysterical. He told us to "make out like teenagers" as we went under the bridges. Then he sang us romantic Italian songs. After our ride we had gelato in an Italian piazza. I figure this is the closest I will ever get to Italy, so I was taking full advantage of the situation. We took a cab back to the hotel. Our cab driver was a putts. I really didn't enjoy his humor at all! He was giving us crap about it being only 11:30 and we were going back to the hotel. He asked us what we were doing in Vegas then turned on some grandpa music. Needless to say he didn't get tipped well. Saturday morning we had brunch at the hotel and then Camie and I hit the pool. The pool is an essential part of my summer, so I am there alot. But being at the pool at the hotel doesn't even compare to the good ol' Kearns pool. There were palm trees, I took 2 naps in 5 hours, Danny brought me diet cokes and pinacoladas and I read. You couldn't ask for a better day. I did forget to put sunblock on my face, chest and shoulders...oopps! For dinner that night we went to an Iron chef's restaurant ( can't remember his name, Mario Batoli maybe). It was an experience...didn't realize I was married to a cheese conasour. The food was ok. I paid $14 for a yuppie salad, it was good. I do agree with Camie, I am more an Olive Garden Italian. After dinner we went to the cirque show "Le Reve". I can't even tell you how amazing it was. I have never seen anything like it before. You'll just have to go see it for your self. It was a well deserved, fabulous, amazing weekend. Danny and I really needed some time together. I really enjoyed spending time with him and focusing on us. It was a great way to celebrate our anniversary. Thanks Cam and Andy for inviting us to go with ya. We had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="320" width="426" style="width:426px;height:320px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-53.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2882303761529834835&amp;site=widget-53.slide.com"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="white-space:nowrap"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761529834835&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p1/2882303761529834835/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761529834835&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p2/2882303761529834835/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;at=un&amp;id=2882303761529834835&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-53.slide.com/p4/2882303761529834835/ms_t001_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2904375600740146478-4916335468465118384?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4916335468465118384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4916335468465118384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4916335468465118384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4916335468465118384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/10/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SO7C-CH0NHI/AAAAAAAAAGE/B7-gIAquLts/s72-c/las+vegas+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-6709871363435168734</id><published>2008-10-02T16:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:16:35.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag...5 things you may not know about me!</title><content type='html'>1. I love the American Standards. Songs like That's All, I'll Be Seeing You, The Very Thought Of You, That Old Feeling... Songs like that were done when life was simple. I love the way they can make me feel better. I also love the 20's (the decade). Sometimes I think I was born at he wrong time. But when I think of all the things I can't live without like, the microwave, the blowdryer, tampons, cell phone/texting, individually wrapped chocolates with alomonds and toffee, I realize I was born at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I collect cookbooks. I don't ever use the dessert recipes because I&lt;strong&gt; SUCK&lt;/strong&gt; at baking. I do love to cook, especially for friends and family and good cookbooks help. All threw my cookbooks you will find happy, frowny, or squiggly faces with a date. These let me know how well the recipes went over and when we tried them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was about 8 or 9 I took figure skating lessons. I can still skate pretty well, just can't do any of the "tricks" ( for lack of a better word). My mom made sure I had all the gear. I had the leotards, the matching leg warmmers, mittens and the bag to carry it all in (thanks mom). I stil have the outfit I wore in a perfomance. It was a black leotard with silver tinsel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I am a laundry control freak! I am the only one who is allowed to fold the socks. I can't stand when older socks are paired with newer socks, or if a stretched sock of the same kind is put with a sock that is not stretched out. It drives me insane when one sock is darker then the other. The funny thing is if I don't watch someone fold the socks, it doesn't bother me. I have been known to refold socks that have already been folded. Go ahead and laugh...it is kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This is way embarassing...and I will probly really regret this one, but ever since I was little I could put both my feet behind my head. And yes, I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camie, Misty, Kimmie, Kat and Kris...tag you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-6709871363435168734?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/6709871363435168734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=6709871363435168734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6709871363435168734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/6709871363435168734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag5-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='Tag...5 things you may not know about me!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1231559940163708085</id><published>2008-09-27T22:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:57:01.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Husband Tag!</title><content type='html'>1. Where did you meet? The drinking fountain at church.&lt;br /&gt;2. How long did you date before you got married? 4 months&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you been married? 14 yrs on October 19th.&lt;br /&gt;4. What does he do that surprises you?  How well he knows me.&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your favorite feature of his? His smile/his Elvis look.&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite quality of his? He is very compassionate.&lt;br /&gt;7. Does he have a nickname for you? Lady&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite color? Blue&lt;br /&gt;9. What is his favorite food? Sushi (lately)&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite sport? Paintball!&lt;br /&gt;11. When and where was your first kiss? Our first date on my grandparents couch!&lt;br /&gt;12. What is your favorite thing to do as a couple? Anything as long as we are together.&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you have any children? 3 beautiful daughters, 1 incredible son.&lt;br /&gt;14. Does he have a hidden talent? He sings rather well!&lt;br /&gt;15. How old is he? 36&lt;br /&gt;16. Who said "I love you" first? He did.&lt;br /&gt;17. What do you admire most about him? His faithfulness to me, our kids and the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;18.Do you think he will read this? Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I tag...Heather, Misty, Emily and Lonni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-1231559940163708085?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1231559940163708085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1231559940163708085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1231559940163708085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1231559940163708085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/09/husband-tag.html' title='Husband Tag!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4456545037683537212</id><published>2008-09-23T22:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:49:43.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Requires a job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_Zfmi9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yPVt54s7mfw/s1600-h/stuff%232+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249437285377832114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_Zfmi9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yPVt54s7mfw/s200/stuff%232+082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There are alot of things in life that "require a job".  My B.F. Camie has been having a struggle of her own and with my self estem in the toilet we decided we needed a break.  As these things go, breaks that make you feel better... require a job.  The ladies at work gave me a gift card to the Olive Garden for my birthday.  So Saturday afternoon Camie and I went to the Olive Garden for lunch.  Our waiter looked like a rock star.  I thought he looked like Bon Jovi and Camie thought he looked like a guy from White Tie Affair.  Anyway, he did a great job of making  us feel better.  He called us "girls" and kept the breadsticks and diet coke/raspberry lemondae comin.  It was great.  I have been putting off having my hair colored for weeks...requires a job.  Well you can only feel like POO (yes, I said poo) for so long.  I gave in and went to have it done.  WOW do I feel better!  A few weeks ago Camie and Andy asked us if we wanted to go to a REAL game with them.  We really wanted to, but family activities like that ...require a job.  Camie and Andy have season tickets and have missed a few games.  They cashed in the tickets for the games they missed for a bunch of tickets to one game.  With that, we all went to the REAL game on saturday night.  We had so much fun.  The weather was ify at first but we went prepared.  It did rain a few times, not enough to drench anyone, but I wasn't taking any chances, so I left my poncho on the whole game.  We were on the first and second rows.  It was so cool!  We were so close that when one of the players cused out the ref we could hear him!   The only part that bugged me was when the national anthem was being sung, a group of guys from another country didn't stand.  They just sat there and laughed duing it.  I wanted to knock their lights out, but bailing me out of jail would...require a job!  Two things, Heavenly Father always provides a way when you are feeling at your lowest to boost you up and having good friends to help you when your feeling like POO, doesn't require a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_Z1gZiPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OSCE02sAz7c/s1600-h/stuff%232+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249437291257628914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_Z1gZiPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OSCE02sAz7c/s200/stuff%232+083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_aLGdzWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/83zVzb9vCKw/s1600-h/stuff%232+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249437297054436706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_aLGdzWI/AAAAAAAAAFM/83zVzb9vCKw/s200/stuff%232+085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4456545037683537212?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4456545037683537212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4456545037683537212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4456545037683537212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4456545037683537212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/09/requires-job.html' title='Requires a job...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SNm_Zfmi9LI/AAAAAAAAAE8/yPVt54s7mfw/s72-c/stuff%232+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-8321861963734267112</id><published>2008-09-12T14:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:33:25.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite place to camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-91.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761527063697&amp;amp;site=widget-91.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2882303761527063697&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-91.slide.com/p1/2882303761527063697/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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In stead I started putting pics on the computer from this past weekend. These pics are of the first day of school. Caitlin started jr.high this year. Emma is in 6th grade, Carter is in 4th and Ryleigh is in 2nd grade. I don't feel old enough to have a kid in 7th grade. Caitlin loves it. She is really growing up. Today was her first school dance. A boy from school asked her to go to the dance with him. We told her she could dance with him, but she couldn't go with him. She also asked me if she could wear eyeshadow to the dance. I told her the rules don't change for "firsts". She seemed to have a good time when I talked to her about it. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SMmilbeyPPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kr6BltA3Wxk/s1600-h/stuff+%231+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244902004965391602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SMmilbeyPPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Kr6BltA3Wxk/s200/stuff+%231+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SMmilx7OO9I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4rAQdGBI8Uw/s1600-h/stuff+%231+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other kids are liking school.  Emma has the same teacher she did for 5th grade.  It's nice because the teacher already knows the kids, their strong and weak points, what works for each of them.   Carter and Ryleigh are way too social, they take after their dad!  The homework is already being piled on.  I think we all are sick of homework and we are only into the school year three weeks.  If we could just have school with out the homework! They all have loved wearing new clothes and shoes and seeing friends.  I've enjoyed them going to bed earlier!  I actually am excited about getting back to a routine.  It's kinda nice!  Dangit, I better go fix dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2904375600740146478-7981776566573285841?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7981776566573285841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7981776566573285841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7981776566573285841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7981776566573285841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-should-be-fixing-dinner.html' title='I should be fixing dinner...'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SMmkh738D6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/UG7e0M29gps/s72-c/stuff+%231+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-7448351785291494880</id><published>2008-09-02T21:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:03:23.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have the idea that this whole blog thing is not just to post the happy stuff.  I get the impression that it's probably okay to vent.  Well here it comes!  So Danny had two interviews with this company.  Things seemed pretty promising and still sound that way, but I am extremely unpatient ( is that even a word)! We got an email this evening from the branch manager of the company saying they really like Danny and want to bring him on.  Here is the catch, in a month or two or maybe in January.  I have really been trying hard to have a positive attitude.  But the longer this goes on and the more our savings depleets so does my attitude.  Not so sure how much more of this I can take.  This may just make me crazy...crazier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-7448351785291494880?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/7448351785291494880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=7448351785291494880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7448351785291494880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/7448351785291494880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh.html' title='UGH!!!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-1655070105698231768</id><published>2008-08-30T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:44:25.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Very Best...Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SLoKC4gcLxI/AAAAAAAAADI/4S9KXjKUIH8/s1600-h/lagoon+2008+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240512161043459858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SLoKC4gcLxI/AAAAAAAAADI/4S9KXjKUIH8/s200/lagoon+2008+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know everyone thinks they have the very best husband.  But I really do!  Many of you know that Danny was let go when his company was bought by Mobile Mini in July.  At first I was nervous as to how life was going to change, but then it hit me that Danny was going to be home alot!  This excited me!  I know alot of ladies who would dreed having their husbands home all day everyday.  Well, not this lady.  I love having Danny home.  I have loved waking up and having him there, knowing he doesn't have some place to be first thing.  I've loved watching him fix breakfast for the kids.  I loved watching our kids and how happy they are to have him home and for him to be part of their day.  It's been great to spend all day, everyday with him.  I'm sure some of you are thinking,"why isn't he looking for a job?  If it were my...".   Danny has been doing his own thing, selling here and there.  He has gone on several interviews.  Infact he interviewed with Williams Scottsman twice in the last two weeks.  That's promising, right? (Keep your fingers crossed for us).  I start work on Tuesday and have found myself having a personal pitty party.  I am really going to miss spending my days with him.  He is truly one of the greatest guys ever.  He always knows just what I need and want.  He will watch chic flicks to Elvis movies with me and not complain.  When there is a drink run, he doesn't even ask, he just knows what I want.  He has gone to several concerts with me this summer, some of which I'm sure he would have rather not.  He is always so thoughtful.  He always puts me first.  On Thursday he took me out for my birthday.  He knew I was watching my niece on Friday so we celebrated a day early.  He took me to lunch and to a movie.  We went to see Mama Mia.  I had already seen it, but he knew how much I loved it and thought I would enjoy seeing it again.   I have wanted a kitchenaid for a very very long time.  They are expensive and have always been just a wish.  On Friday after his interview he came home with a red kitchenaid.  I've been going through a red phase lately and he picked up on it.  I am so blessed to be loved by someone who loves me as intensely as Danny loves me.  He is amazing.  I just love him!  If this summer is any indication of what retirement is like...bring it on!&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/2904375600740146478-1655070105698231768?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/1655070105698231768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=1655070105698231768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1655070105698231768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/1655070105698231768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/08/very-bestever.html' title='The Very Best...Ever!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SLoKC4gcLxI/AAAAAAAAADI/4S9KXjKUIH8/s72-c/lagoon+2008+019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-2738276793441488236</id><published>2008-08-21T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:58:43.024-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer was Great!</title><content type='html'>I love summer!  I love the sun, the pool, bbqs, lemonade, staying up late and sleeping late. Ahh the lazy days of summer. This summer has been fabulous!  We have done a lot of  fun things.  I have really enjoyed spending time with family and friends.  A big thanks to all of our family and friends who have done a good job of keeping us occupied and our minds off our troubles!  (Danny was let go from his job?!  Really, I didn't even notice, hum). Thanks for all your phone calls, lunches, diet cokes, late nights outside with dessert, and for letting me vent and cry when I needed it, thanks for knowing when I needed it!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uV2NkEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/e-ksMijBw-c/s1600-h/JULY+7TH+2008+289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237174369543000818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uV2NkEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/e-ksMijBw-c/s200/JULY+7TH+2008+289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went camping with my family at Diamond Fork campground up Spanish Fork canyon.  It was sooo hot that we had to drive down the mountain to an Albertsons for ice cream.  I think I took a few naps in the van with the AC on just to cool down!  We had lots of fun even though it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uWTSBdqI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hv8jYUHSfvY/s1600-h/JULY+7TH+2008+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237174377346332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uWTSBdqI/AAAAAAAAACo/Hv8jYUHSfvY/s200/JULY+7TH+2008+237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOPPS! I forgot to change the picture, oh well. Remember I new at this!  My favortie holiday is the 4th of July.  We have a huge bbq on the 3rd (crazy I know, long story)  Anyway, this year was our 11th annual bbq.  We had less people this year, but it was nice.  We always take a picture of all the kids in their red, white and blue.  After dinner we go to Granite High to watch the South Salt Lake fireworks.  Which are always amazing.  Maybe we'll see ya next year!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uWjKABWI/AAAAAAAAACw/NfiARXnQRIY/s1600-h/Aug.+7th+2008+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237174381607650658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uWjKABWI/AAAAAAAAACw/NfiARXnQRIY/s200/Aug.+7th+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother in law works for Wheeler and he always gets us Lagoon tickets for Wheeler day.  Which is awesome cuz they are cheap tickets.  We have alot of fun.  I don't like to ride.  My fun at Lagoon has almost become stress because Ryleigh is almost too big for kiddie land.  She is fearless! She went on Wicked, Wild Mouse, the White Roller Coaster.  She would have gone on Jetstar had she been tall enough.  Now I may have to ride.  Hum, as long as we go with other people, maybe their kids can ride with mine.  Or maybe I can volunteer to take the little kids to kiddie land...my plan may work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uXBCkwaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nodxIIdiyMI/s1600-h/lagoon+2008+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237174389629567394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uXBCkwaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nodxIIdiyMI/s200/lagoon+2008+032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dang that Lagoon!  They would have to have bounce back days.  Just kidding!  We always have fun at Lagoon.  Danny and I decided it would be fun for the kids to have one last big summer adventure, so we bounced back to lagoon.  We went with our friends, the Hayfords.  While we were there we ran into Misty and her kids (they have season passes) and did a few rides with them.  Everyone had lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uXdDd3DI/AAAAAAAAADA/Sinu5dCocws/s1600-h/lagoon+2008+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237174397149502514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uXdDd3DI/AAAAAAAAADA/Sinu5dCocws/s200/lagoon+2008+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOPPS! I did it again! Sorry.  I'll get the hang of this sooner or later.  No laughing Kimmie! &lt;br /&gt;We also spent alot of time at the pool.  I wanted to post some pics but I always forget to take my camera.  I never think about it until I see another mom with her huge camera zeroing in on her kids having a cannonball war!  I'm  more worried about getting my daily dose of vitamin D to remember to grab the camera.  Oh well, maybe next year!  Yeah right, my memory isn't getting any better.  That was it for summer.  No more sleeping till 9, no more flashlight tag late into the night (ok, till 10).  Now it's up at 6:30 to get Caitlin off to Jr. High, getting the rest of us to school on time, reading, homework, soccer, dance...oh boy, I'm not so sure I'm ready.  Farewell summer...untill next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-2738276793441488236?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/2738276793441488236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=2738276793441488236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2738276793441488236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/2738276793441488236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-was-great.html' title='Summer was Great!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SK4uV2NkEvI/AAAAAAAAACg/e-ksMijBw-c/s72-c/JULY+7TH+2008+289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2904375600740146478.post-4997485935530694282</id><published>2008-08-07T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T23:23:25.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVAL5ppI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3hH_X0gPac/s1600-h/Aug.+7th+2008+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998953808570002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVAL5ppI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3hH_X0gPac/s200/Aug.+7th+2008+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, I have a small obsession.  Well, some who know me may call it a huge obsession.  I, like many women are obsessed with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series.  My best friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt;, told me about them in October 2007 and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got around to reading them in January 2008.  Instantly I was hooked and have been addicted ever since.  When I found out that the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and final book was coming out I came up with the idea of getting a hotel room the weekend it came out so we could read without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;interruption&lt;/span&gt; from kids, husbands, laundry, all distractions!  As time got closer for "Breaking Dawn" to be released &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt; and I got to work on planning our "Twilight Weekend".  We invited other friends and family members to come with us, but in the end only my sister Heather was able to go.  All 3 of us were crazy excited!  Heather has a friend who is crazy about "Twilight" as well and she was planning a "Twilight" party the night before "Breaking Dawn" was released.  We were lucky enough to secure an invite! Yeah us!  The one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;requirement&lt;/span&gt; for the party was you had to wear red, black an white.  We booked a hotel downtown and made reservations at the Melting Pot for dinner Saturday night, and bought new "sex and the city" outfits.  Our plans were set.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt; and I checked into the hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; evening to get ready for the party.  Getting all our stuff into the hotel was a real experience.  I had a duffel bag, my pillow and cheetah print blanket, a case of diet coke, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tupperware&lt;/span&gt; of limes, ( my sweet husband made sure I had all my favorite things for the weekend including lots of Dove chocolate), and my "Eclipse" book.  She was carrying her suitcase, her purse and book,  pulling a cooler.  As we made it to the elevator a nice man brought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt; her pillow that fell in the parking lot.  As we got out of the elevator &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Camie&lt;/span&gt; dropped her book and a sweet lady handed it to her and let us know we may loose our diet coke.  Just as we got to the door of our room I dropped the diet coke, my pillow and book ...I'm sure it was a funny sight to see...at least we thought so.  Anyway, we got ready for the party, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of fun.  I felt like a teenager.  We got all dressed up and headed down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lehi&lt;/span&gt; to get Heather.  The party was fabulous!  We had a great time.  We got to Barnes and Noble at 11:30pm to get in line for our books!  At 11:58 they let the first 25 in line into the store (we were #16 in line) and at 12:01 they stared selling the book.  We were in the car and back to the hotel by 12:15am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVNnosCI/AAAAAAAAACA/mI9gHzfa4uo/s1600-h/Twilight+weekend2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998957414559778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVNnosCI/AAAAAAAAACA/mI9gHzfa4uo/s200/Twilight+weekend2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVRwIrXI/AAAAAAAAACI/C3OF_YhngG0/s1600-h/twilight+weekend11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998958523952498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVRwIrXI/AAAAAAAAACI/C3OF_YhngG0/s200/twilight+weekend11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVpFIg3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BRvtuc41SVQ/s1600-h/Twilight+weekend4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998964786037618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVpFIg3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/BRvtuc41SVQ/s200/Twilight+weekend4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After reading all night and day, we got ready for dinner at the Melting Pot.  Before we could go to dinner we had to make a stop at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory so we would have chocolate for later.  The best part about dinner was the chocolate fondue dessert and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;val let&lt;/span&gt; opening my door for me when I got in and out of the car.  Even though we were crazy tired we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of fun at dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLV4kNySI/AAAAAAAAACY/FxCnesQu5YE/s1600-h/Aug.+7th+2008+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231998968942938402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLV4kNySI/AAAAAAAAACY/FxCnesQu5YE/s200/Aug.+7th+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never done anything like this.  The whole weekend was amazing.  Everything from the party to the book to dinner to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt;. It was all worth the lack of sleep that I am still paying for.  It was so great being with people who are just as crazy about the book as I am.  One of us would quote a part in the books and that would start the giggles.  It was all "Twilight" all weekend long.  I haven't had that much fun with just my girlfriends since I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jr&lt;/span&gt;. high.  I think I am at a point in my life where I can finally start doing things for myself and put my wants and needs towards the top of the list.  The best part is I'm surrounded by great friends and sisters who will go do stuff like that with me and that Danny is so willing to let me be me!&lt;br /&gt;**DISCLAIMER!  I am a blogging virgin.  So please be patient with me while I jump feet first and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;blindfolded&lt;/span&gt; into this.  Thanks-me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2904375600740146478-4997485935530694282?l=startup06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/feeds/4997485935530694282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2904375600740146478&amp;postID=4997485935530694282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4997485935530694282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2904375600740146478/posts/default/4997485935530694282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://startup06.blogspot.com/2008/08/twilight-weekend.html' title='Twilight Weekend!'/><author><name>Nichole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17149049219817833140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SWWHCd5StnI/AAAAAAAAAKM/ps7OkvsCd3c/S220/Dock.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJO03wcvVCU/SJvLVAL5ppI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F3hH_X0gPac/s72-c/Aug.+7th+2008+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
