tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52254521898847370942024-03-12T20:39:25.587-05:00Pauly & Reesaone tattooed pirate + one sweet mormon girl = the good life!The Lehr'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04749295211542730781noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-56926512405749690992011-04-20T00:24:00.000-05:002011-04-20T00:24:17.562-05:00THE RIVER FLOODEDThe Ohio River flooded so I shot a couple videos to show it off. After 4 years it is still crazy to me that I live next door to this big river that floods just about every spring, sometimes numerous times. Don't worry, it doesn't flood and put us in danger (at least it hasn't yet.)<br />
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1 tablespoon sugar <br />
1/2 cup milk or half & half *<br />
1/4 teaspoon vanilla **<br />
6 tablespoons rock salt ***<br />
1 pint-size plastic food storage bag <br />
1 gallon-size plastic food storage bag <br />
Ice cubes <br />
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Fill the large bag half full of ice, and add the rock salt. Seal the bag. <br />
Put milk, vanilla, and sugar into the small bag, and seal it. Shake quickly to mix.<br />
Place the small bag inside the large one, and seal it again carefully.****<br />
Shake until the mixture is ice cream, which takes about 5 minutes.*****<br />
Wipe off the top of the small bag, then open it carefully.<br />
Fold the top down so you don't get any salt residue in the ice cream.<br />
Pick up a spoon, insert in ice cream, raise to your ---- what's that? You don't need me to explain how to eat ice cream??? My mom always told me to read and follow all the instructions, so good luck getting it in your mouth without the instructions. <br />
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*I made mine with milk and I think it would be better with half & half because it would taste creamier. <br />
**I think mint would be good too!<br />
*** I didn't have any rock salt so I just used table salt. I also didn't measure it. I just dumped some on the ice and called it good. <br />
****I sealed and then taped the bag to make sure salt didn't get in it. <br />
*****You don't have to go crazy with the shaking, just quick, short bounces work. It does make your arms sore to do it for 5 minutes. Ask a friend to do it for you. Better yet, if you have a kid around make them do it. <br />
******I just typed this because I like asterisks.<br />
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This recipe only makes 1/2 cup. That is not enough for me, yo! I would recommend at least doubling or tripling the recipe. The idea is that each person makes their own bag of ice cream. I suppose you could make a big batch in big bags but that would be a very heavy mixture to shake. Besides, I don't want to make ice cream for anyone else! Go make your own!<br />
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xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-91705688178193139682011-04-10T16:15:00.001-05:002011-04-10T16:20:29.323-05:00Wakeboarding, grilling, and ice creamSo I was sitting next to Pauly on the couch. He was playing on the computer, looking at his geek sites (sports memorabilia collecting.) I was playing wii wakeboarding or rather trying to figure out how to play wii wakeboarding. I was finally doing well and pretty excited about it! I was able to unlock the next level. I asked Pauly, "How do they make it harder? Are the waves bigger or what?" He didn't know so I thought I would try it out. <br />
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I was wakeboarding along and noticed a rock in the water. I told Pauly that it appeared that not only did I have to wakeboard but I also had to avoid hitting objects in the water. The next thing he knew I let out a loud scream. Pauly asked me what's wrong and I told him that I hit a rock and died. His reply-<br />
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"You do know that when you die playing the wii it's not real. You're still alive. The remotes even still in your hand." <br />
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Wii wakeboarding might not kill me but I just might die laughing because of Pauly and his hilarious sense of humor!<br />
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In other news, Pauly taught me how to grill on our charcoal grill and I made hamburgers and hot dogs. They were pretty awesome! I also made ice cream in a bagggie. Pauly thought I was crazy when I told him I was going to do it but he was singing another tune while eating that ice cream! Delicious! I am loving that warmer weather is on it's way!<br />
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How cool is it that I'm blogging this from my iPhone? XoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-4177887142570691562011-04-09T03:37:00.000-05:002011-04-09T03:37:17.835-05:00Reesa: (looking lovingly at Pauly)<br />
"I just love that you can make me laugh so hard that I cry. That's one of my favorite things about you!"<br />
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Pauly: (looking blankly at Reesa)<br />
"Let's go buy an assault rifle."<br />
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True story peeps!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-72953187602918321722011-04-09T03:31:00.002-05:002011-04-09T03:31:43.209-05:00Breaking FreeI have changed the address to my weight loss blog. <br />
<a href="http://www.reesaenjoys.blogspot.com/">Breaking Free</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-30985357344944263582009-07-28T01:35:00.010-05:002009-07-28T07:35:02.943-05:00CHRISTMAS IN JULY<div align="center">FIRST:</div><div align="center">I weighed in Saturday<br />and I was 137.8!<br />Sweet! Down 2.2 lbs. Love it!<br /><br />SECOND:<br />Pauly and I held our 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span></span> Annual<br />Christmas in July Party.<br />I'm sure I ate enough to gain all the weight back.<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmm</span></span>. Progress might be hindered. I'm okay with that.<br /><br /><br />Here's the invitations I sent out.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmEa-M8H4EJqeb2Jt_z5P1yjEzXXOwwVJcOQUlTc7SLWoj_DZe1Ll-HmlrzFGv3AHfhxUka1BlKIj1NLE38N8aHjpbQz0HfjjSiXv4Et-M5WTklh6hLd-TiFvWooN6_KBFlrNFgtBs5E/s1600-h/blah+522.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363413769254245938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnmEa-M8H4EJqeb2Jt_z5P1yjEzXXOwwVJcOQUlTc7SLWoj_DZe1Ll-HmlrzFGv3AHfhxUka1BlKIj1NLE38N8aHjpbQz0HfjjSiXv4Et-M5WTklh6hLd-TiFvWooN6_KBFlrNFgtBs5E/s400/blah+522.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHrV1-TpiyZz52Vc58mrUVX8h9xzf3rPkcwOmDuIEyeZ_o9vqnFgiP-8sX9sZPHqUb4sUh2_xP8ODmklzna9zNJLet8l3s-gL-65QUpzGgYsgYjGxyoiiaocoeetC-W4D9_8FymUEbU4/s1600-h/blah+523.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363413780100459922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHrV1-TpiyZz52Vc58mrUVX8h9xzf3rPkcwOmDuIEyeZ_o9vqnFgiP-8sX9sZPHqUb4sUh2_xP8ODmklzna9zNJLet8l3s-gL-65QUpzGgYsgYjGxyoiiaocoeetC-W4D9_8FymUEbU4/s400/blah+523.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />The whole gang<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGWOkS2QI5jt8hj-KQLLkvvBBu2-uI_w2uRSDuRhhp09QmpRqIRpWA0MCBUL0FnqR2U17BFflMXE0PH4h8OCmkeNhyphenhyphen6cmeIrKVb0GgxFguu-IVM4G1Yi40-2Ar2dFYi9bAIFAs3jLrhc/s1600-h/christmas+in+july+09+011.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363430295862418498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGWOkS2QI5jt8hj-KQLLkvvBBu2-uI_w2uRSDuRhhp09QmpRqIRpWA0MCBUL0FnqR2U17BFflMXE0PH4h8OCmkeNhyphenhyphen6cmeIrKVb0GgxFguu-IVM4G1Yi40-2Ar2dFYi9bAIFAs3jLrhc/s400/christmas+in+july+09+011.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMQ3EEALGmyAs7B6J-iJRKuf554aTnp5iMSFu5WobnIqoKJRDtBBqpvNrP3amxUQR0NWytVIjt5oeT-v8exHPUL-GcfR3nNn-hKEufHW7VdCuTYsGr5e-IZrxyTfaSzD0ZkkziuVRpAw/s1600-h/Starred+Photos.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363427245050902818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMQ3EEALGmyAs7B6J-iJRKuf554aTnp5iMSFu5WobnIqoKJRDtBBqpvNrP3amxUQR0NWytVIjt5oeT-v8exHPUL-GcfR3nNn-hKEufHW7VdCuTYsGr5e-IZrxyTfaSzD0ZkkziuVRpAw/s400/Starred+Photos.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br />We talked, we laughed,<br />we watched Elf, we exchanged ornaments,<br />and we ate way too much splendid food.<br />It was FABULOUS!<br /><br /><br />And don't forget the red and green reindeer antlers.<br /><br />I know you can't help but be jealous.<br />Really, I understand.<br /><br />Just remember, "Thou shalt not covet."<br />I'm pretty sure that commandment<br />was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">referring</span> to reindeer antlers.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-85119959982369140662009-07-27T01:14:00.003-05:002009-07-28T07:33:44.900-05:00MOMENTSI am sitting on the couch next to my sleeping husband, with our cats curled up around us and a smile on my face. We worked a long, hard week followed by a wonderful family party at our apartment.<br /><br />This is my life. I love it.<br /><br />These are the moments when I realize how truly fulfilling love is. Not as in the happily-ever-after-movie-version kind of love where life is a bed of roses, but as in the I-will-love-you-and-stand-by-you-through-even-the-hardest-of-times-even-when-our-world-feels-as-though-it-is-falling-apart kind of love.<br /><br />I have found that love.<br /><br />His name is Paul.<br /><br />He is mine and I am his. We love each other.<br /><br />Amen.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-33592224937413453402009-07-16T05:52:00.004-05:002009-07-16T06:33:06.397-05:00A WEIGHTY MATTER<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">So, I haven't posted on my weight loss since </span><a href="http://paulandreesa.blogspot.com/2008/09/weigh-in.html"><span style="font-size:130%;">here</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;">. That's because I pretty much stopped making any progress. My weight was zig-zagging back and forth and I wasn't putting the work into it. I recently jumped back on board and I got as low as 134. Then I lost it (my motivation, not the weight) again and now I weigh. . .</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">hang on, let me go get my scale</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">140.0</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">yuck. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I've literally seen that number, and every number between it and 135, 12 billion times in the last 4 months.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(okay 12 billion times is a bit of an exaggeration. but i think you get the point i'm trying to make)</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">YO-YO</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here's the problem:</span></div><br /><div align="center">oh yes I know what it is, I just don't know how to fix it</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I work hard 4 days a week, 12 hour shifts. I am physical for all 12 hours. I don't get to sit down. I pack very healthy eating choices and have no time at home except to sleep and hug my hub for 2 seconds, so I don't do any random snacking. I even occasionally make it on the treadmill.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You're probably thinking, "I don't see a problem there." That's because there isn't one. The problem is the other 3 days of the week. These are the problems/thoughts/mentality I fight those 3 days:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">1 - I worked hard the last 4 days so the last thing I want to do is go to the gym to work hard again</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">2 - I ate well (sometimes boringly so) so I want to enjoy some food. However, I have yet to master the art of moderation.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">3 - by the end of the 4 work days I have usually hit my 2 pound weight loss goal so I think those 3 days won't matter. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hello, if you eat too many calories the weight comes back. I can't seem to remember that until monday weigh in rolls around. Then I have a Homer Simpson "Doh" moment. Sometimes I even smack myself in the forehead. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Here's what I have learned from this experience.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Weight loss is purely mental. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">okay maybe not purely, but at least 95% mental.</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes, you have to eat less, exercise more, to lose weight, but last time I checked, my legs do not have a mind of their own. The only reason they don't get on the treadmill is because I don't tell them to. <em>My stomach</em> does not decide to eat 2 entire bags (not individual bags, the medium size, fills-up-a-candy-bowl bag) of m&m's in 2 days, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I do</strong>. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Hypothetically speaking</span>. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Are you picking up what I am putting down? If all it took to lose weight was eat less, move more, we would all be skinny. Instead we have to get past ourselves, fight those 'inner demons' or whatever you want to call them. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's ridiculous.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just get on the dang treadmill, stop putting so much in your mouth. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">That's what I try to tell myself. It's not working yet. What works for you?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I need some help.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-88558981837050007722009-07-16T04:37:00.007-05:002009-07-16T05:13:39.556-05:00MR. CARSON<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We celebrated this little man's 1st birthday. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaoFJEk_8OcMa3yE7KMHguU2e0NLc5pZWgdXH4oOZC4bbiPBxur7ltK0_NV7lYu2VzsnuTcf43n24-BPvgM6-JFS9_zwU0KMVrEw-r8w_-4ELflGQEpIZQJS6f3Aj_vmEPnNPftRHP2s/s1600-h/blah+499.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358990040019025106" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTaoFJEk_8OcMa3yE7KMHguU2e0NLc5pZWgdXH4oOZC4bbiPBxur7ltK0_NV7lYu2VzsnuTcf43n24-BPvgM6-JFS9_zwU0KMVrEw-r8w_-4ELflGQEpIZQJS6f3Aj_vmEPnNPftRHP2s/s400/blah+499.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br />My how time flies. </div><div align="center">It feels like it was only yesterday </div><div align="center">that we waited in a hospital lobby for 20+ hours to meet this little guy.<br /></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42elYob5fUfW52qIFwTPkQ7yIU8H4l7hXbK-ULFRQmQuHHdOAycYdxxz94VcvV_12fAfBFRxXlmXut2zK2ENBUVawZDXhnYD99TxteKzdHtYATX1lo-TOwN8bOAwi2T3y5mFvlE2f2t8/s1600-h/new+324.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358991723234647650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg42elYob5fUfW52qIFwTPkQ7yIU8H4l7hXbK-ULFRQmQuHHdOAycYdxxz94VcvV_12fAfBFRxXlmXut2zK2ENBUVawZDXhnYD99TxteKzdHtYATX1lo-TOwN8bOAwi2T3y5mFvlE2f2t8/s400/new+324.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQDFeNJPYQnqjEXlDN1Ysca8SQbqyxHD-PIS0PM2As7GbdFvWmSfZ-Ij_lrO-dbzAhMdnyWFLwBpAnQXMg68wbuJNz_mwz8W7MpacPGXZuO3zArrMGS1Jkzn5CeMcNGiO8nLe0_JDg8Q/s1600-h/new+320.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358990758920136482" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQDFeNJPYQnqjEXlDN1Ysca8SQbqyxHD-PIS0PM2As7GbdFvWmSfZ-Ij_lrO-dbzAhMdnyWFLwBpAnQXMg68wbuJNz_mwz8W7MpacPGXZuO3zArrMGS1Jkzn5CeMcNGiO8nLe0_JDg8Q/s400/new+320.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooCc8VWZiEdhXiPAmQ2hZkMckwpCsE4UUQyQvVo41sJ6Br3n7riqK0NLx95unwJSu6iPlDUVprzCfjkoLMnsPalICYwr7m7Vw6K1vXzbG7OAIH0ePuCYvn88LFXwKCdjGPasSGuZmmxM/s1600-h/reesa+036edit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358991730891814370" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooCc8VWZiEdhXiPAmQ2hZkMckwpCsE4UUQyQvVo41sJ6Br3n7riqK0NLx95unwJSu6iPlDUVprzCfjkoLMnsPalICYwr7m7Vw6K1vXzbG7OAIH0ePuCYvn88LFXwKCdjGPasSGuZmmxM/s400/reesa+036edit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He has stolen my heart and I have no desire to ask for it back.</span><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1L5e5GQT3ua26wsaggSMLkp14iK9UZZqMl0lWom4XQmqZOoRzfInQ_ALIPkE9vXVRDWsXUGCYFV2iWkRqScINgrm0VU4ZeqGYLT19uY9UdDuqi_7uRgTLLRVwTE8bRppIkprADTX7icc/s1600-h/blah+505.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358993408543813522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1L5e5GQT3ua26wsaggSMLkp14iK9UZZqMl0lWom4XQmqZOoRzfInQ_ALIPkE9vXVRDWsXUGCYFV2iWkRqScINgrm0VU4ZeqGYLT19uY9UdDuqi_7uRgTLLRVwTE8bRppIkprADTX7icc/s400/blah+505.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Dear Carson,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy birthday little brown boy!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you for joining our family.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you for softening your mama, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">strengthening your daddy, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">and bringing joy into our lives.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">We revel in your giggles and sorrow at your tears. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">You are ours for always and we will love you forever.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">love, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Aunt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Reesa</span> and Uncle Pauly</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-67424013015605320642009-07-16T03:14:00.003-05:002009-07-16T03:58:32.027-05:00SOME FAVES<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwqWWzzzmCaPXy74C1ePNlic96nNqU1EYlS7qPBcdsLEJYUXzBaMmzC4Xwnm0T2NyzDLNC_5tjCaEZFHMEmmTWUYEgEKGcw4RCOQJYFaK0miDJugw_MweEjaFNDaKdGXcEMHmOfwxVig/s1600-h/utah+003a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358973014934217826" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidwqWWzzzmCaPXy74C1ePNlic96nNqU1EYlS7qPBcdsLEJYUXzBaMmzC4Xwnm0T2NyzDLNC_5tjCaEZFHMEmmTWUYEgEKGcw4RCOQJYFaK0miDJugw_MweEjaFNDaKdGXcEMHmOfwxVig/s400/utah+003a.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">this little girl is my favorite new baby. </div><div align="center">i only met her once but fell completely in love.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_O3MvZI2nDvEXscVXyZe5ThyQN93uJRKQ9EfVFmeHoG7Y1IZazAsx0XYyuPqu9VJklBo-p0dYVsT6vs6IreD-oGQYkGp7k1lz1ecFXa5YVBjWGHPsMd3J3EhkBwi6XeAnpogs6D8oXg/s1600-h/utah+005a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358973008715299218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL_O3MvZI2nDvEXscVXyZe5ThyQN93uJRKQ9EfVFmeHoG7Y1IZazAsx0XYyuPqu9VJklBo-p0dYVsT6vs6IreD-oGQYkGp7k1lz1ecFXa5YVBjWGHPsMd3J3EhkBwi6XeAnpogs6D8oXg/s400/utah+005a.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">these people are some of my favorite Utah friends. </div><div align="center">i didn't have time to meet with all my Utah friends in June. </div><div align="center">know that if you aren't in this picture, you are loved</div><div align="center">and we <em>will</em> meet up this fall (mark your calendars, Oct 29 - Nov 10!) </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c-N0hDi9MmoM2673zxyyrlqXRiQXkCht8eCgAPHg1HnkBNCSGg5kiAxbPEuaEr_-A1WM8ovXZeBx6KajzS-lD7U6JSsunUg6yUVkq6cCvsjMJsHAt8sg0O5tmuMFRpZcq65JojeMlgI/s1600-h/blah+548.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358978539098901362" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9c-N0hDi9MmoM2673zxyyrlqXRiQXkCht8eCgAPHg1HnkBNCSGg5kiAxbPEuaEr_-A1WM8ovXZeBx6KajzS-lD7U6JSsunUg6yUVkq6cCvsjMJsHAt8sg0O5tmuMFRpZcq65JojeMlgI/s400/blah+548.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />new red lipstick</div><div align="center">it's the first red lipstick I've ever owned </div><div align="center">and it makes me feel so beautiful!</div><div align="center">I love <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sephora</span>!</div><div align="center">*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nars</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Cruella</span>* </div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-89500458418078699312009-07-09T09:07:00.005-05:002009-07-09T09:27:24.262-05:008 THINGSI was tagged by <a href="http://comeauclan.blogspot.com/">this cute girl</a>. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Incidentally</span>, I have never met her, but she is married to a guy I grew up with. I love her blog. They have a very cute little boy. Thanks for tagging me Ashley!<br /><br />8 shows I love:<br />1. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">intervention</span><br />2. what not to wear<br />3. biggest loser<br />4. dog the bounty hunter (I know, I know. . .)<br />5. how it's made<br />6. pretty much everything on the history channel<br />7. e true <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hollywood</span> stories<br />8. keeping up with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kardashians</span>. (don't judge me)<br /><br />8 Things I did yesterday:<br />1. slept for 7 hours<br />2. worked for 12 hours<br />3. lost 2 pounds from sweating so much<br />4. ate a yummy sandwich<br />5. ran 2.5 miles<br />6. snuggled with my hubby<br />7. pet my cats<br />8. ate some m&<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">m's</span><br /><br />8 Favorite Restaurants:<br />1. olive garden<br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">costa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">vida</span> or cafe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">rio</span> (oh how I miss them)<br />2. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">o'charley's</span><br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">el</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">toribio</span><br />4. chili's<br />5. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">rally's</span><br />6. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">texas</span> roadhouse<br />7. old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">chicago</span><br />8. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">biaggi's</span> (so expensive but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">soooo</span> good!)<br /><br />8Things on my wish list:<br />1. a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">loveseat</span><br />2. modest swimsuit<br />3. to lose those last 25 pounds<br />4. run a 10 minute mile<br />5. out of debt<br />6. have children<br />7. move to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">utah</span><br />8. never leave <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">pauly's</span> family (i wish they would just all move to Utah with us. then my life would be perfect!)<br /><br />8 things I'm looking forward to:<br />1. 3 day weekend<br />2. payday<br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">christmas</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">july</span> party<br />4. trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">pittsburgh</span>, pa (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">pre</span>-season <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">steeler's</span> game!)<br />5. trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">gaitlinburg</span>, tn (smokey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">mtns</span>)<br />6. trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">utah</span><br />7. being sealed to my wonderful hubby!<br />8. weekly date night<br /><br />I tag you!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-17225394725084138012009-06-29T08:00:00.001-05:002009-06-29T17:14:35.193-05:00MY SISTER<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">When did we go from this. . .</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERRw_o3J5EX5wfReu4r-vnIXso94tnisOtJbeW0QRuOJzWb9QnNu7uYNKrqxYBxkP0O1UombhhUOfJOd8lxnM00TqnrTqx8fRN6KU7jC7wrqUoL96Kg4w-SCw8zpjfxjuJzjHc15JXH8/s1600-h/4-26-2008+3%3B02%3B15+PM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350426667933607362" style="WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiERRw_o3J5EX5wfReu4r-vnIXso94tnisOtJbeW0QRuOJzWb9QnNu7uYNKrqxYBxkP0O1UombhhUOfJOd8lxnM00TqnrTqx8fRN6KU7jC7wrqUoL96Kg4w-SCw8zpjfxjuJzjHc15JXH8/s400/4-26-2008+3%3B02%3B15+PM.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">to this???</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzYt80nPlU2Zvh1ZgyeFtmCP5L3TodYyqYMSnbs4qqa0mA3efQSTB9gMxQtTXwzYw9WzptmJatpT4fj6RF58UStDFQITmP2Nv9IeId75vdgmSgSlLgSLCJS7xIsPquBfBeBxDUqEiyLaw/s1600-h/wedding+050A.jpg"></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRVvyPJi5V-7x-FPBvFOaXczKyIwSEqaGXiAwFFi1katGn6aIdC_6yv45J3wCij1pFO6HCho0JeWVy9sezG7fPWfiglji6bTZMIrajJP7nAy_29Zb1SFB4rtlMR-f4tdZv9Dwcjwz5D0/s1600-h/wedding+295A.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350426676103525922" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRVvyPJi5V-7x-FPBvFOaXczKyIwSEqaGXiAwFFi1katGn6aIdC_6yv45J3wCij1pFO6HCho0JeWVy9sezG7fPWfiglji6bTZMIrajJP7nAy_29Zb1SFB4rtlMR-f4tdZv9Dwcjwz5D0/s400/wedding+295A.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My sister is now a married woman!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We had so much fun at her wedding and receptions!</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM0GY1zH4FzjSayduj5kY_r0s5Syg6uH-yvDfM-RzHkOHN6k7yAg3GGNyexEooSuO9VPC7_6WjZ5MYbdXVdeSjxGXLYfDffVd0nPzFlesEbOhUwRkU8R0wJoA61EdDBLLZPSrleWpMQI/s1600-h/jess+wedding.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448676398673026" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBM0GY1zH4FzjSayduj5kY_r0s5Syg6uH-yvDfM-RzHkOHN6k7yAg3GGNyexEooSuO9VPC7_6WjZ5MYbdXVdeSjxGXLYfDffVd0nPzFlesEbOhUwRkU8R0wJoA61EdDBLLZPSrleWpMQI/s400/jess+wedding.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I was lucky enough to be able to do </div><div align="center">her hair and makeup and </div><div align="center">it was fun!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNDG9i1MRvVe79a9WsVfe0cN9k9odKslEaXhMrXqWKItRbJKyn7hrRR_AQibuOmgHPVpEZyUbdhHL7basBUlvi_7BDWivAtVNccrEf9DJEUTNK1BX4VC0qTioLpNL889qPR3owO-D1xQ/s1600-h/Collages.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448670861509922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilNDG9i1MRvVe79a9WsVfe0cN9k9odKslEaXhMrXqWKItRbJKyn7hrRR_AQibuOmgHPVpEZyUbdhHL7basBUlvi_7BDWivAtVNccrEf9DJEUTNK1BX4VC0qTioLpNL889qPR3owO-D1xQ/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't know when it happened, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">but somewhere along the way she changed from a </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">silly little sister</span> into a </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">beautiful woman</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">who I am <span style="font-size:180%;">honored </span>to say is one of my <span style="font-size:180%;">best friends</span>. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">She is one of my heroes. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">She is funny and sweet and beautiful </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and most importantly </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">she is <em>my sister</em>!</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYgwv4IUfUeDq-WTYvPdpP0Mael_1_xMWBbCv2Ir-PTuaOzF8NxLmWqghMu_jsIYmWvyZhGLYOnRewNdd1kLOtor9GB-ddIsDZu7CYTVQOsSR5v5tH2ydq1X5L2nH4YtPu5oNr2SRDF8/s1600-h/pics+of+jess+for+blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350448684325172818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMYgwv4IUfUeDq-WTYvPdpP0Mael_1_xMWBbCv2Ir-PTuaOzF8NxLmWqghMu_jsIYmWvyZhGLYOnRewNdd1kLOtor9GB-ddIsDZu7CYTVQOsSR5v5tH2ydq1X5L2nH4YtPu5oNr2SRDF8/s400/pics+of+jess+for+blog.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Even though she is younger than me, over the last few years she has amazed me with the person she has become and I now look up to her. I am in awe of the depth of her spiritual strength and the truly Christ-like love she is constantly striving to share. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I have always felt very protective of her and am happy to say she has married a man who is stepping in as her protector and best friend. Since we now live 1600 miles apart, it is wonderful to know that she is being taken care of in ways beyond what I, as her big sister, ever can. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you, Kyle, for being her love. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you, Jess, for being my sister.</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I cherish all the memories we have made. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember when you were <span style="font-size:85%;">little</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and how much<span style="font-size:180%;"> I loved to carry you around</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">because you were <em>my baby</em>. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I love that we shared a bedroom for most of our childhood </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">and <span style="font-size:180%;">all the silly games we played</span>. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I loved spending the weekend with you and all your crazy roommates. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you for being you.</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Thank you for being my sister.</span></div><br /><div align="center">I love you! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-22410629066217764922009-06-27T06:00:00.001-05:002009-06-27T08:19:34.647-05:00LOOKING GOOD<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1j4JUO9wFJhnS1qreq7mQvsCtzD2mVpYWwyJROfs1E1wVhRB88W3cmCUV4eFwexU4YUyzP3FB6ZQxQj6cDNS8uUOyDm7ttoI7mmHHibdhYXg1buGdF5n-jhRIYeP-XyARbs7_xoaiXI/s1600-h/wedding+278.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350055845060487154" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR1j4JUO9wFJhnS1qreq7mQvsCtzD2mVpYWwyJROfs1E1wVhRB88W3cmCUV4eFwexU4YUyzP3FB6ZQxQj6cDNS8uUOyDm7ttoI7mmHHibdhYXg1buGdF5n-jhRIYeP-XyARbs7_xoaiXI/s400/wedding+278.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">The bro </span><span style="font-size:180%;">and the hub </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">looking handsome.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-88175983163469728342009-06-25T08:00:00.000-05:002009-06-25T08:00:25.588-05:00SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN. . .<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">One of my favorite things about </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Kentucky. . .</span></div><div align="center">it's green and beautiful with trees as far as the eye can see. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">One of my most hated things about </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Kentucky. . .</span></div><div align="center">it's covered in trees, EVERYWHERE, without a mountain in sight (or anything else but green, green, green, green leaves)</div><div align="center">Sometimes I want to scream because I feel so closed in.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">I don't though, I think it would alarm Pauly.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">My favorite view on our recent trip to </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Utah. . .</span></div><div align="center">the view from my mom's front yard.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgTtXGjw277O6TpA59vfjEfhWxgknHQF5777lQD47aCG157y66ZOVFSbavAhRaN11RIYy59mtpShUAGV1jJOGiZbc6o5fBiXZS0XC_-uPpE-l5aWK4TwXOlAz2j7UDPigIse9kN6HBG8/s1600-h/utah+032.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350057503101005538" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgTtXGjw277O6TpA59vfjEfhWxgknHQF5777lQD47aCG157y66ZOVFSbavAhRaN11RIYy59mtpShUAGV1jJOGiZbc6o5fBiXZS0XC_-uPpE-l5aWK4TwXOlAz2j7UDPigIse9kN6HBG8/s400/utah+032.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div align="center">It never gets old.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-38701718888351994432009-06-23T01:43:00.003-05:002009-06-23T02:17:40.468-05:00AND THE WINNER IS. . .<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Callie! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Congratulations! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">*virtual high five followed by a hug*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QE5ihpPpfr6kfF05cr1UeoywMNWKUBnvdWFWkark6kkqmKBTpMwSda24dLmCdhE9u0erv5kgNs2mDGsqmExY_ZImA-3D5KtbkqWfnxqNnQPZsb_6c-UC6KvKVjjRcxqGmfEv6lHd-r8/s1600-h/otters+002.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411399856727266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QE5ihpPpfr6kfF05cr1UeoywMNWKUBnvdWFWkark6kkqmKBTpMwSda24dLmCdhE9u0erv5kgNs2mDGsqmExY_ZImA-3D5KtbkqWfnxqNnQPZsb_6c-UC6KvKVjjRcxqGmfEv6lHd-r8/s200/otters+002.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This picture is from A League of their Own.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn't get it off the internet though.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I took it myself.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">At the ballpark where the majority of the movie was filmed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Jealous?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">You should be. It was pretty stellar. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Welcome to Bosse Field in Evansville, Indiana.<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-w8-MKYfEka9jNf8eRhM-GUP3i511u4KWzggSkkQztd-JPJmqCQ2GQVl47JK3AhRT0bdvOKFfIYhheeuhPaAE6wQkJ9DOIrJkjkzjnB6xRC0bBxS2OHFdEkQAxwT4Sub0Avv5-SddNuo/s1600-h/otters+011.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350412007973167538" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-w8-MKYfEka9jNf8eRhM-GUP3i511u4KWzggSkkQztd-JPJmqCQ2GQVl47JK3AhRT0bdvOKFfIYhheeuhPaAE6wQkJ9DOIrJkjkzjnB6xRC0bBxS2OHFdEkQAxwT4Sub0Avv5-SddNuo/s200/otters+011.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It was built in 1915. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's the 3rd oldest ballpark in the United States. </span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEIsPFue9FO8A3iCgxMjxHbSEtBYjh9aCHhQMOpAhm1JW4X4YOGAvs2Hx6xY-IFmqzLmUl7K22XGVKuQKmA4QWS2d-5V9wc7v_ziGREMX2Ymzt8OaiyQZqQPsNqKr1I7n7GD4R_YswY8/s1600-h/otters+012.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350412013650532546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTEIsPFue9FO8A3iCgxMjxHbSEtBYjh9aCHhQMOpAhm1JW4X4YOGAvs2Hx6xY-IFmqzLmUl7K22XGVKuQKmA4QWS2d-5V9wc7v_ziGREMX2Ymzt8OaiyQZqQPsNqKr1I7n7GD4R_YswY8/s200/otters+012.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">just some cool pictures I took</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rmr4BS5hFJ1KewwVrnwvpP_dAa-07zsFVwix06m3d2AHuwesKH5O74Z1ll0h1k1O7fcSMu0TxPMQ0tBuj5I6eJwepT4Nh4Ga2Z8XQZ7Vrm4VsInuLfsMQWqs-uDh562c_Rkp9khjYpY/s1600-h/otters+010.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411424717332738" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6rmr4BS5hFJ1KewwVrnwvpP_dAa-07zsFVwix06m3d2AHuwesKH5O74Z1ll0h1k1O7fcSMu0TxPMQ0tBuj5I6eJwepT4Nh4Ga2Z8XQZ7Vrm4VsInuLfsMQWqs-uDh562c_Rkp9khjYpY/s200/otters+010.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga11jck9FyK90sR8LW1uXLNTBH4v-Wwt__WzjmVVPhYL3cUBdx6-IetxO3F3z4CmPgpPypYhitQ4yPQAyIbKaOSghyekIUTchyphenhyphenhyphenhyphen_B_LR3WA7QyCFruXgt3hejakkgjgdePzuZXhyphenhyphen8h0/s1600-h/otters+008.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411410753119186" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjga11jck9FyK90sR8LW1uXLNTBH4v-Wwt__WzjmVVPhYL3cUBdx6-IetxO3F3z4CmPgpPypYhitQ4yPQAyIbKaOSghyekIUTchyphenhyphenhyphenhyphen_B_LR3WA7QyCFruXgt3hejakkgjgdePzuZXhyphenhyphen8h0/s200/otters+008.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It is now home to the Evansville Otters, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a Frontier League baseball team.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This chair looks old but it's not. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">They haven't been the Otters long enough to have an antique.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's still cool though. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">What the picture doesn't show </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">is the giant air conditioning unit right above it </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">dripping water all over the chair.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I didn't sit on it. </span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLlOHOgPwAUJJ3ZpE-8KacGR_drUywCkprKYrX65qNeo-h6sfcRmbCcquiZVQ0CaxwSbwhRkMfExTNlp0T-og6-QZi7psiwAiaxAD1IURs6tpacwnZNVgzfdIlmct5oh8XDUD88e4uNU/s1600-h/otters+009.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411417410137378" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGLlOHOgPwAUJJ3ZpE-8KacGR_drUywCkprKYrX65qNeo-h6sfcRmbCcquiZVQ0CaxwSbwhRkMfExTNlp0T-og6-QZi7psiwAiaxAD1IURs6tpacwnZNVgzfdIlmct5oh8XDUD88e4uNU/s200/otters+009.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We watched the Otters play on Saturday night. It was awesome.<br /><br />This guy got to throw out the first pitch.<br /></div></span><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWuTbipPnf6QzsoeLW6dqJWalMGA5nrRMv3R56acDHjQkZV77a5j8izUpaR3GXxkNpxT1vVM30yowQpJzS0gMdznVXcpyxpUDdqJM2Jpc8KmhkwDKmQXa0WKn1AmuLAVtecFy0cQEllM/s1600-h/otters+004.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350411409872195554" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWuTbipPnf6QzsoeLW6dqJWalMGA5nrRMv3R56acDHjQkZV77a5j8izUpaR3GXxkNpxT1vVM30yowQpJzS0gMdznVXcpyxpUDdqJM2Jpc8KmhkwDKmQXa0WKn1AmuLAVtecFy0cQEllM/s200/otters+004.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />He was there for his bachelor party. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He's carrying a ball and chain. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">That's marriage Indiana style. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Yo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-73349424234224899672009-06-22T08:00:00.001-05:002009-06-22T08:00:34.121-05:00TEN POINTS TO THE WINNER. . .<div align="center">and I'll even throw in a virtual hug </div><div align="center"><em>and </em>high five if you can name the movie that this comes from<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLY1Kxq1WsRECCikJfGFb6hs1fJj_2OlD1nZliRFfy3amR37tPkXlrPIYJzjQBNvGD9GGKOfNc62m-EUctAMTg4nOvI0wDqO2zxD6hYmoSJjZoUlO9MINox_vonpFJwWf2I58tGlbI-c/s1600-h/otters+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350053704110315762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijLY1Kxq1WsRECCikJfGFb6hs1fJj_2OlD1nZliRFfy3amR37tPkXlrPIYJzjQBNvGD9GGKOfNc62m-EUctAMTg4nOvI0wDqO2zxD6hYmoSJjZoUlO9MINox_vonpFJwWf2I58tGlbI-c/s400/otters+002.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-73614234299730782009-06-22T02:16:00.004-05:002009-06-22T02:38:05.740-05:00SOMETIMES I ACT LIKE A CRAZY CAT LADY<div align="center">How did these sweet little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">itty</span> bitty tiny precious teeny baby kitties. . .<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wir70pGkdWaLtaTXeB6MblpWa9eo139Hb0k4vQ2HtA0Nut8ICeg3_IWlEm-XZi_Wft0QFX2ZpmEb1Fz1Lm_m9gc7jKwYViMIKyltnrs56GWKgv0Xk3TMaU98Xtu3fxdpK7KHfmCfe_I/s1600-h/ishee+and+nez+035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350047982883453650" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4wir70pGkdWaLtaTXeB6MblpWa9eo139Hb0k4vQ2HtA0Nut8ICeg3_IWlEm-XZi_Wft0QFX2ZpmEb1Fz1Lm_m9gc7jKwYViMIKyltnrs56GWKgv0Xk3TMaU98Xtu3fxdpK7KHfmCfe_I/s400/ishee+and+nez+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Turn into these giant cats?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nOoz7HsK6YJjEkXJamieTCc8hhq1XvmilNHonswIX6Riv6pEDvY2bcIqaoqdzv_cPhyphenhyphenUxJMu7govci-pTn8iRCKcn2SqKRxDiVl54doap_wK1X1swmSqvxL1LuNZokRKOpcs6WjPO5Y/s1600-h/ishee+and+nez+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350049808814903042" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3nOoz7HsK6YJjEkXJamieTCc8hhq1XvmilNHonswIX6Riv6pEDvY2bcIqaoqdzv_cPhyphenhyphenUxJMu7govci-pTn8iRCKcn2SqKRxDiVl54doap_wK1X1swmSqvxL1LuNZokRKOpcs6WjPO5Y/s400/ishee+and+nez+041.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">p.s. Turns out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Morticia</span> is really a Mordecai if you're picking up what I'm putting down. Apparently he was playing hide and seek. </div><div align="center">We still just call him <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ishee</span>, but instead of being a pretty little kitty now he is Master <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ishee</span> Ninja kitty. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">p.p.s. Pauly is an even crazier cat lady then me.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-36447780735420283142009-04-14T02:50:00.004-05:002009-04-14T03:09:49.904-05:00MEET OUR BABIES!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yGxJUX47m1fab_b50Z_9lgGS1ebQNF1EjLpC0h8LS7Pgw4EIdrXVqNWDfasKlKj2HXYzu6QXuYyNDWwlsHMvY9mOb0UDUAi4jJh3yHVcqjqf_3nRwyOVcE8B5HAy9YaaI0DklLt8-Kc/s1600-h/ishee+and+nez+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324452681175085458" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9yGxJUX47m1fab_b50Z_9lgGS1ebQNF1EjLpC0h8LS7Pgw4EIdrXVqNWDfasKlKj2HXYzu6QXuYyNDWwlsHMvY9mOb0UDUAi4jJh3yHVcqjqf_3nRwyOVcE8B5HAy9YaaI0DklLt8-Kc/s400/ishee+and+nez+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">These are our new baby kittens! The black one is Morticia (I call her Ishee) and the gray one is Wednesday (I call her Nes.) They are sisters and so much fun. They love each other but really love to fight with each other! They usually race around the apartment as fast as they can and then turn on each other and hiss and pounce. It's funny but definitely gets on my nerves sometimes!<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7H4N9hJ6m-h7jdIGDIsAniuGRjeWgximQTRsiI_GH_THiAe92aj8MrUvGvysqHKOscdOJjXCDZP89Jq7c1WO_XUYV91ZMjVQM50rPmIMlr9pToMH-pQ7GcyevUpcr0Bh0j3h8c1aSCE/s1600-h/ishee+and+nez+021.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324452689023338210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7H4N9hJ6m-h7jdIGDIsAniuGRjeWgximQTRsiI_GH_THiAe92aj8MrUvGvysqHKOscdOJjXCDZP89Jq7c1WO_XUYV91ZMjVQM50rPmIMlr9pToMH-pQ7GcyevUpcr0Bh0j3h8c1aSCE/s400/ishee+and+nez+021.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />They love to climb all over everything especially our bookcases and the couch!<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1A-eEmsEVfj244r83YGvSOdYHc2kYWBl4wGMdrmILhKb_lSKHTV-yTOhdvVOZG-9RajFMT1mqbxeoQjjKG6lFwLvutyeI1r8gf2MOqyZYBXuWbOmeQS_aSWdT9qYQYKdDJXFfZCTkViA/s1600-h/ishee+and+nez+035.jpg"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324452683896413762" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1A-eEmsEVfj244r83YGvSOdYHc2kYWBl4wGMdrmILhKb_lSKHTV-yTOhdvVOZG-9RajFMT1mqbxeoQjjKG6lFwLvutyeI1r8gf2MOqyZYBXuWbOmeQS_aSWdT9qYQYKdDJXFfZCTkViA/s400/ishee+and+nez+035.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />This is how they like to sleep, curled up on us. Ishee is much more of a cuddler than Nes is. Ishee likes to climb on us just to be petted but Nes usually only cuddles right when she is about to fall asleep. Nes also likes to climb up on Pauly's shoulder and sleep there. It's so cute!<br /><br />We love them and Pauly is so happy that I finally gave in and let him have pets. I'm happy that he is happy!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-90923099478303133132009-03-30T23:30:00.006-05:002009-03-31T00:02:38.313-05:00BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am thrilled to announce that Pauly and I are. . .</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">COMING TO UTAH </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">OCTOBER 29 - NOVEMBER 10!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">He he, you totally thought I was going to say we are pregnant, didn't you? ;)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well that hasn't happened yet, but we are <strong><em>very</em></strong> excited to be coming to Utah. This trip is not only to visit, we are also going to be sealed in the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Manti</span> Temple on October 31!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mark your calendars and plan to party it up with us!!!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-6368523581499645062009-03-17T08:34:00.002-05:002009-03-17T08:45:03.748-05:00LOVE<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Today is our 2nd wedding anniversary! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Here's 10 things I love about my husband (in no particular order)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He's HOT like white lightning ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He's funny, sometimes he gets going on a tangent from a conversation and he turns it into the most ridiculous thing ever and I laugh so hard!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He's dedicated to our marriage and working to make it the wonderful experience it can be!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He has strong hands</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He has a great work ethic</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He loves his family, especially his parents</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He always opens doors for me, always!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He tells me I'm beautiful frequently</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He wants me to stay home with our future children to raise them</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He has a strong testimony of our Savior and His gospel</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">oh and one more</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">~He chose to love ME!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Thank you baby for a wonderful two years. We have been through some rough patches, but through it all we have had each other. You are truly my best friend. I love you forever!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-41751515579007722522009-03-05T17:11:00.002-06:002009-03-05T17:35:53.596-06:00OH HAPPINESS! and frustration<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">HAPPINESS:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I just talked to my little baby sister! She is finally home from serving an 18 month mission in Peru for our </span><a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">church</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">! I am so proud of her and can't wait to see her in a few weeks. I love you sister!</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">***Warning, post full of complaining headed your way.***</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">FRUSTRATION:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I went to work Tuesday night for the first time in 10 days. I couldn't sleep Tuesday during the day. I tried but it consisted of me laying there and then annoying Pauly as I made jokes and giggled and tickled him. I wasn't tired but he was definitely ready to sleep. Then of course I was so tired that night at work that I was worried I would fall asleep standing up and the newspaper headline would say something about me being found curled up in the fetal position in a vat of plastic. So I was up for 26 hours straight, slept 8, up for 17, was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, laid down and <span style="font-size:180%;">woke up 4 hours later!!</span> I was tired, oh so tired, but unable to sleep. I'm not sure if it was the anticipation of knowing I would talk to my sister soon or if my body just hates me. So here I am getting ready to work another 12 hour night shift. But wait, I've been up since 2:30. . . that means it will be close to 20 hours before I can sleep again. Oh the joy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">My body hates me. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">However, I am extremely grateful to have a job and this is just a minor blip on the radar screen of life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">My sister is home! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yay</span>!!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-35959227597611342222009-02-24T13:43:00.005-06:002009-02-24T14:05:14.182-06:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ed2ErGx7wkAUKFbsCHVDsdxXGqf-rdG9VMEqYf6JgT_LZmnigGQMHKU0nlJIlIXTeBS3x57XUvLdhxqraHP6UvMg33mZwr63aUkMHPWnRn1mTddXMEdatjAlL7hVetF5v0OZrowgCGU/s1600-h/mom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306455978234379586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ed2ErGx7wkAUKFbsCHVDsdxXGqf-rdG9VMEqYf6JgT_LZmnigGQMHKU0nlJIlIXTeBS3x57XUvLdhxqraHP6UvMg33mZwr63aUkMHPWnRn1mTddXMEdatjAlL7hVetF5v0OZrowgCGU/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" /></a>Marjorie V. Lehr</div><div align="center">June 22, 1930 - February 24, 2009</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Thou shalt live together in love, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">insomuch that thou shalt weep </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">for the loss of them that die . . ."</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">DOCTRINE AND COVENANTS 42:45</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"And it shall come to pass </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">that those that die in me </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">shall not taste of death, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">for it shall be sweet unto them;"</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">DOCTRINE AND COVENANTS 42:46</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today we have indeed lived together in love and we mourn and weep over the loss of Pauly's sweet mother. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">She is a firecracker with a loving heart and will truly be missed. We feel peace knowing that she is in a better place, free from the chains of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Alzheimer's</span> and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">sickness. We find joy in the wonderful memories she created for her children through her actions and the person she is. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We anxiously await the day we can be together again. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">We love you Mom!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-28128978656032483132009-02-21T10:42:00.005-06:002009-02-21T11:02:27.721-06:00JUST A QUICK NOTE<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Pauly's mom is in the hospital. She was taken there Friday afternoon. Diagnosis - pneumonia completely covering her left lung. Sepsis (read about it </span><a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/sepsis.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">)has set in. Most of you know she is suffering from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Alzheimer's</span>. She is already weakened. They only gave her a 10% chance of survival. The good news is, she has been having breathing treatments and major doses of iv antibiotics and they <em>seem</em> to be working. She was more alert today and was taken off the oxygen mask. She could communicate again. We are hoping and praying for the best. Please keep her, her family, and her doctors in your thoughts and prayers. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">We are so grateful for Pauly's mom and the wonderful woman she is. She is a superb mother and has given her children and those around her all she could. We are grateful for our </span><a href="http://www.mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">knowledge</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> of Heavenly Father and our Savior Jesus Christ and the power of prayer. We pray that His will for Pauly's sweet mother can be accomplished.</span><br />Thank youUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-38603867905228254022009-02-18T09:48:00.000-06:002009-02-18T09:49:47.995-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTKKXuElBQiB4ffm5O-oT3RW6wMdSXyQRk1t-czhsWeXcb76VQMQUxnygKXfIuKRn3OHIiMc-dTV6Gn6-CeY-L2aCdTKL4KJK56NoNBLXLYdksTxK55Tco7rLorHeLZXltnyLGOoWSvI/s1600-h/HappyWednesday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165004068752738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJTKKXuElBQiB4ffm5O-oT3RW6wMdSXyQRk1t-czhsWeXcb76VQMQUxnygKXfIuKRn3OHIiMc-dTV6Gn6-CeY-L2aCdTKL4KJK56NoNBLXLYdksTxK55Tco7rLorHeLZXltnyLGOoWSvI/s400/HappyWednesday.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225452189884737094.post-5100806678243088142009-02-10T16:37:00.005-06:002009-02-10T17:06:50.778-06:00SO YUMMY!And easy!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAhtq5HYFy1xAUMlZCOWUP1FRmUVurjKGWmZuRtFyjd3gGNrgibQqN82Z7d3gwH9FWiMYj_ZcqH3CW0Ci9EvcEwX8A7ySCmC4-yGSzBMClS7HqE6K2kTmW5pJt5UzLm3ykuyJZI0f4S0/s1600-h/new+429.jpg"></a><br />Here's the recipe for my<br />amazing peanut butter footballs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAhtq5HYFy1xAUMlZCOWUP1FRmUVurjKGWmZuRtFyjd3gGNrgibQqN82Z7d3gwH9FWiMYj_ZcqH3CW0Ci9EvcEwX8A7ySCmC4-yGSzBMClS7HqE6K2kTmW5pJt5UzLm3ykuyJZI0f4S0/s1600-h/new+429.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301305035316069986" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAhtq5HYFy1xAUMlZCOWUP1FRmUVurjKGWmZuRtFyjd3gGNrgibQqN82Z7d3gwH9FWiMYj_ZcqH3CW0Ci9EvcEwX8A7ySCmC4-yGSzBMClS7HqE6K2kTmW5pJt5UzLm3ykuyJZI0f4S0/s200/new+429.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />1 cup peanut butter<br />2+ cups powdered sugar<br />1/2 cup melted butter or margarine<br />1 teaspoon vanilla<br /><br />2 1/2 lbs of chocolate (the original recipe called for chocolate almond bark but I couldn't find any of that in <a href="http://paulandreesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/hell-froze-over.html">hell</a>, so I used semi-sweet and white chocolate chips.)<br /><br />Mix peanut butter, sugar, butter and vanilla together <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">until</span> smooth and creamy. If it seems too sticky then add a little more powdered sugar. I think I ended up using 2 1/2 cups to get it to a good texture that wasn't too greasy feeling and would stick together. Just add extra sugar in very small amounts or the mixture will suddenly be too dry.<br /><br />Shape your peanut butter however you desire. Roll it into balls, make footballs, little hearts, whatever. I do recommend making your shapes very small because this recipe is very rich. My footballs ended up about 3 inches long and I only ended up eating one because it was just too rich. Place on wax paper and chill. This is important! I didn't do this and it made dipping them in chocolate extremely difficult because then they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">smoosh</span> and fall apart in the chocolate.<br /><br />Melt your chocolate and then dip! Your fingers will get messy, just don't lick 'em until you're done! Place chocolate balls on wax paper until dry. I stuck mine in the freezer for about 5 minutes and then I could eat them faster!<br /><br />Enjoy!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2